ive managed to get myself into a hexameter
life is unpredictable
cadaver who looks at the book not the ink
# the ink really goes places, the valleys
the green field, but if i listen to the wind
any foundation not based on acceptance
is a place of preparation for meeting her
elegant people, people, neat results,
the spirit kingdom of my white feares bed,
soft not hard
intercourse of souls
fraternity
love not hate
ecxtacy of love
union not ailienation
distances unknown
the unknown
the known
the end of the end begining of a new world
music directed by a conductor and hi wand,
where does love go
the brigtness of the stars
the destruction of hate initiates the purge of the bad spirits from the soul, those that adhere to the material forces, and don t serve the swimming swans
our father who are t in heaven
thy will be done remove the bad spirits so that only your joy may reign
and if i have to look at the brim as i drink of his holy cup thats just that i didnt believe the princes
the princess has snot on her nose
she tot exchanged hressesf to the inhabitant of the dark tower
she would have tossed her hankerchief to the wind so the rider of the WHITE horse could see the dAWN
grapes for
OUR GOD THAT ART IN HEAVEN REMOVE THESE DARK SPIRITS THAT ARE AN IMPEDIMENT TO THE GROWTH
LET ME NEVER FORGET THE DARK TRAIL
SO I MAY BASK IN YOU LIGHT
NECESSARI ACTION REMOVES THE SHADDOWS OF THE CURVED ONE
ONLY THE ONES THAT LOVE ME, LOVE MY DEFECTS
LOE THE SHADOWS OF ELISIUM
LOVE THE BALLROOMS
WHERE WE WHERE WASTED
OUR HEARING OF THE EARTHS MOVEMENTS
why, a
THE PATH WAS ROUGH, SMOOTH
THE PINK BLOSSOMS MUST SURVIVE
THE GREEN FIELD
REJOUCE
OH BEES THAT HEAR THE MELODY
WE HAVE BASKED IN SCIENCE
CONSUMED LIGHT
FOLOWED THE BRANCH
TO HER KINGDOM
MELANCOLIA
LOVE
HER BUM
HER BRAIN
HER OASIS UNDER THE SHADE OF THE CHERRY TREE
i know i was her prince.
but it dosen t makeany difference
the bird of paradise has flown
but where
but where am i, and what is the true relative importance
what is just common sense
what allmost get of the ground
what is necesary and not necesary
what is a riot and what is safety
what gets rejected and what is necessary is beautyfull
what is beautyfull, the will of god those meteors that cover the obstscles
the spirit dicerns the space junk,
i was once a child of the sun and now im decimated, fragment of the hear
leading us to eden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem