Monday, December 21, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - XLIX



We represent the Null.
Propelling a bitter glorious night,
      to avoid negative, high art.
Smeared to capture space.
     "Dude! We choose only play!

Metaphor trods in to model,
     a kid's silhouette.
Famous finally, for she has an insane mother.
Your partner lets Grace abscond,
     with the husband's light.

In beautiful surf, what struggles
     to mean serious art?
Try and improve I've a database.
You screamed this before, 
    May I call nature sweet?

This crazy passion I was not imagining.
We are all language.
    Chant is music.
Learn to feel married, have intimacy.
    Try a life-like vintage body, 
    my mean stranger.

Notorious creatures, important memories,
     waste away in despair . . .
Better I seek your care.
     As a demon, seizes you!
     Dull him, of Earth!

Please see I'm under love,
     and have less trouble.

Destroy my white part,
   Throw nude with chocolate.
   Afraid? Then, play.
Be the solution. 
    Take to open love at passion's bed.

Wretch, whose free toss
     will bleed rainbows for you, upon glass.
Sky appears home,
     Chooses a wild blue.

Night's important.
Share the cat together, 
    and not society.




Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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