Prom Queen paradise, leaning towards the demon in the random dice with the sixes, leaving you mixes and hoping that you'd care and when you showed your hair that day and you decided to let it grow out to stay you knew that life was gonna go your way so lay down to bed where you hope you can sleep to rest the devils in your breast so deep they didn't make a god damn peep So seep through the silence of another heart-attack week and say to yourself that "love is not for the meek" walkd, found dope tree under overpass lasting longer than expected, pleasant fruit of the knowledge tree heaven is other people and hell is the absence of thought present stage of lycanthropy turns eyes into slits reddened, glossy, happy, content slits, feels like i'm in a forest way off in distant land assistant to the wondering ways of man solitude, fortress of magnanimous leader of peace, far over head, higher Trees are vivid, stark raving black lack of evil, microcosm of faith in fitful unphased fallacy, pluck the pandora's box open, imagine the memory master of men mirage of the mother teresa saintly sorority sister save me my mother shut the casket please allow the man to rest before undertaking hell again cure like with like, empty souled seraphim who i met over the highway tonight, kerouac's brooklyn bridge and i wished she were a wave to wash away worries welcomed, and worshipped. And the wind wept by my ears, every motorvehicle raced in memory makes me miss home The passion of the warm-hearted woman makes me melt inside my soul satisfy the desire to cure like for like a helping hand for a helping hand and you will find comfort in your pain the paradigm of the pure one, praise our powerlessness
thats some cool work man, i like to write poetry alot these days. The real abstract stuff that i write is just poetry, and i also write more structured lyrics for my music i write. i like that alot, did you mean it to be 3 seperate poems or all together as one? what did you mean by it? anyways nice work.