You appeared to me half hutched in a doorway.Solemn eyes with despair,glowing a magnificent orange hue.In the twilight i felt raped from infidelity, as tears streamed down my eyes longing to be with you,like Plutos puppy dog eyes.So sad.I knew what I had to was to choose 1.You had to be mine I could love no other.I began to cling to conversations.The bear took hold of me feeding me neverending dreams of railway tracks and meeting you in all of your firey glorly that later was given to me as the holy grail.You were so sweet so wonderful,walking in the city known for the language of love for lingerie.It was the 28 tarot,you treated me as.I kissed you sweetly on your cheek in thanks and the blood slowly drained from your face.You became my living nightmare a poltergist.The elms started to whisper..I am here.Now I began to figure out why you said my bestfriend was the mirror.Because now I see you floating on clouds changing doors through my bedroom.I am not suppose to be awake,but I begin to think of the orange,blue ,yellow and red clouds that cascade across the sky.I see the mirror coin and you are a changling and so am I.We are both becoming stuck in a doorway.I hear the music knocked up,knocked down like the abortions that haunt my mind and brought me to confession.How much for the fish?More for a weekend then most could afford for the techno rythums.What a coy fish you are.Or should I go black latex and be the devils mistress.I'll call you daddy as I rewrite the script to blue.How sweet doth my voice sound just like yours as I lift it up to glorify the Lord.Your trenchcoat brings fascism I am your prostitute mistress and wife.Then comes the blood diamonds.I feel like a healer of tabacco a victim of satanism infidelity and Hosanea who comes to visit me lovingly as i cut and cut my hair to reflect Marilyn,Sharon,Audrey Jaynes Mansfield and last Sinead O connor.No vanity here.But we go together like H.P sauce and steak.A perfect 69 of sexual sugary treats bonbons and rich laura secord chocolates.Health radiating and charity abound.Are we perfect now? I am a asetic princess .Perhaps the subconsious cannot erase the orange.For you are with others now like i was with one when you appeared in the doorway.I have mystic eyes of daniel full of dreams of wonder and delight.But now red hatred,violation,possession and anger are the colour.We are no longer friends after celestial and posthumous marriage.All the colours of the rainbow are forming yet this heart after clawed by a factory deal, lingers stoned in the past.If love was yet not tested enough, then doth hast my left ventricle drained after being sired 3 times as the one i felt raped by so he could become highblood.What a gruesome tale.You have no blood,I have no blood and still it goes on the sweet,laughing ,violent moodswing song.Joined together in spirit.I am never alone.So,I've sat in reflection sipping on mahung.The death dance sounded and I am forever the enchanted one.
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captainglobehead
22:06 Mar 04 2013
That was awesome.