forsaken be thy throne
and its every crown

laden with jewels
though it may be
hollow be
its core

i have lived a life
not my own
i have been deceived
by none other
than my own

sweet dream
of somebody i thought i might
one day be

the trying days
the dry sweat
of fruitless labor
have been nothing less

a tragedy
a teacher

and in the learning
i end the yearning and
taste the fruit

sweet rain upon my lips
sensualectricity
fills every fluid length
of my body
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you turn me to glass
and i am humbled
in the brilliance of every
sunset shining
through...

melodies hinge
effortless from my lips
and a lover is soon
to kiss their source.

my days are touched
by a hundred hues_
how ever could i
ask for more?

where once the heavy stone in me lay
now lies a nest of butterflies waiting
eager as kites to be freed into the blue vast
of sky, anchored only
by the beating heart\
this wish
only this breath
nothing more
is needed.

Lovely Lady Lumps she says. I said, I thought those kinda lumps were reserved for the ladies.... Ever tried on a water bra she says?

Meanwhile my inner Alexander Supertramp pioneers this vast and seeping land of stark amazement.
Meanwhile my inner Supertramp dives like a perfect fool off the Tower of my known existence.
Oh the dark night of the soul.
Oh the rekindled love.
and who by fire (you may ask) when the tower falls down.
who knew death could rise so bright?

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