Song of 81 Poems - LXV

The more I parlay, all's in pain.

We are like cats weekending

    with our children. 

Normally love sins apace come in.

You and I taught her the Muse.

    Took new health, slathered here and there.

    At least you can have,

    an original wall to worry.

Girls are your despair.

Their rush to win chose tropical, 

   Find dance, suffer, try to be feminine.

You deserve some fat rump, mellifluous,

Good parts to fill up Father Time,

   or stop, with resentment, 

   like a wild fresh solution.

Communicate in time, 

At least we are alive in pain,

    to effect a calm solution.

Is it risking progress, Sister, 

    to take your wild bed with free heart?

Chisel beauty in Music.

Skies turn as worried men fake discoveries.

   Ritual gold runs to strength by ground.

Identity mentions no black angel.

Some memory thing will reverse our number.

   Learn me soft sister. 

Talk of memory.

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Songof 81 Poems - LXIV

Who slept in space?
     Deliver him, off Earth!

Don't give in! 

Follow me graciously

Then marry a serious chocolate king,

     Observe my spirit, and endeavor.

Silhouettes are energy. 

Feeling empty?

Cuddle, a degenerate show,

Festoon as a doctor distills language.
     Troubled by your empty space.

Stranger, you are the smoke in their life.
   Rage's finest day, is sky.
Animals captured in time, masterpieces,

Mothers make cooking feel free.

     Brother, marry the softer secret.

Alright, I will communicate,

Cunning palace dances face in.
   Mother never abused us.
She took my canvas, my mortar,
     to make some nerve with will.

Could her friend crush me?
     So fly with a glass stranger,
     and discover the electric nude body.

Let's create. We need this, to feel free.

So respect nude play.
I’m pressing, ‘Chant!’ she says;
     "Feel that!"

On languished sleep,
   I scream subject to an edge.
Understand with sense and esteem them,

So we find dance.

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Song of 81 Poems - LXIII

Tell us, did delight heal deep death?

   Show why we wrote, drew, used programs.

   My greatest curse was to hedge my bets.

Begging is passion under denial.

Follow'd every laugh,
   Solutions written on empty shards.

Daughter's progressive mind crushes life.
   Come take caution,
   Will a father's love make jealousy.

Joy furloughed laughs thrown on positive water

   Smoking no grass. 

   Stop to see guilt, only whose is it?
When will we make deep sky?

So you're in an experiment.
   Bright energy's an awful hidden 

   daunting, reserve.
Know patience. See heaven as silent.

Our many companions saw you on Crete,
   scratching empty vases.

Nudes bought the tinker a hollow piece.
   She wasted away, in despair, screaming.

Partner, later you just might score.

Obsession makes metals quicken.
Draw romances so only you will model.
You are part childhood, sleep,

   fuel your Mama’s song,

   and pull soft perfect drugs.
She sings with spirit, and captures one.

A sponge-faced madman composes questions

    It's me, the verbose model.

Have class, sober Miss Twitter,

   My goodness, you took him to bed.

Beauty forms a thought silhouette,
   When liars are at process.

Capture me Babe.

Take pain, killers of life, 

Brothers compose harmony 

   by deep dance.

It’s why she comes.

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