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i will become so evil that time itself will not touch me

i will paint forever in acrylic

the instant bastard love

the ever drying light

to never dilute my love

just passion

and pace

to forget your face

and no time for love

n’importe qui peut attraper un poisson

mais

pour le loup de venir a votre porte

cette

c’est le pouvoir du loup

until you grow to be the nothing in the state of everything

you will be everything that brings me nothing

to know honestly the power of owns own beauty

is to rear heads of others for the soul

 and to not collect the souls for ones own beautiful body

the child of your chaotic maelstrom

gives me clarity to see

the love of my life

that your skin deep beauty

shall never be

a beautiful evening come night

on the greens of the mountain

in the arms of two lovers

and in their hearts i shall sleep deeply

and tomorrow

the chaos again

shall reign

and then in the evening of the green mountain

i shall lie free

you are such a child in your state of tantrum

in your reply to no getting what you are wanting

you cannot be blissfully pleased

in the simple gesture

that is wanting you in sleep

and as you react

i shall leave for the last time

child

hear the word no

Some read history to find a place and a meaning

some read novels to escape and live another life

there are those that read romance to love another

but those who read poetry

they read it to understand themselves

and they write it even so more that others will

understand each other

and to be understood

by themselves