Turning down my adulescense
as much as my adult status... turning down the sky with all it's magic... for great big paranormal honesty of the mind
and the will and the inner essence, the true existence is that; x is man and y is x-men, the hydro-chromosome-man,
the halfpart-of-man, the covering and cause, the longer hair, the dress, the carefulness, the reason,... THE BRIDE.... who sluts and slutted around,
made Him drink and frown... and curse the Enemy down...
She shuts the lights off outta the stars with each blink, the world becomes dark, just so she can get ink... to write it
so Shakespeare could cry and Sylvia Plath could laugh...TODAY I THINK ABOUT GOD, and wonder why? IT takes tears
and laughter to really ever feel.
I cant find the worlds to really describe anything I'm feeling anymore/today.
Tired and charted off to arcs of thoughts, sprouts of motivation, pearls and gems and stones as white as crystal, the
x-men is after all merely a crystal, TURNED TO CRYSTAL... when her prince starved and stared in her direction, and
i'll make and i'll mention... ur name through the ages, with the greatest of affimities and love that grows and travels
and cracks through concrete like those one or two flowers in your driveway... YEah those are the Saints! xo