Tuesday, 21 June 2011

I'm Out Here To Grab Life Violently By The Throat and Fist in The Asshole With All My Might (Then Perhaps Caress It Gently and Make Friends With It?)

Imperfect diamante; contrasting then combining.
Swag.


A crowd's roar
A humble heel's rumble
Crystalline horizons, held on heights
Thumping nights and driving lights
Gorges caress and faces of fate undress;
Inside dawn windows of dusk redress
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A quiet morn sunlight, held in haze
Soft mornings with love, hushed daze
Smiles and quiet sights
Stills so right
Ever gentle gift
upon sands shift
quiet, Loud
soft-Proud
Amongst trife:
A livéd life.

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