Part II is Lost

Why are you working hard my Muse
 . . . to shy a blue canvas?
All have fateful sunstroke,
I'm for tantric teaching.

Die, decide, I reach key observations,
I see you on Crete, a sculpture instrument.
See your sins apace,
Come in. You and I will teach her!

I see an old expert . . .  and men beat, her.
This is the crazy passion about drugs,
In this I get absurd metaphor, I see questions,
Come, observe, know, influence, imagine . . .
Better I seek you, I was in pain, with our nervy abuse.
Scream Partner!
Happy angel breaks in one past, the life which she formed,
We clean our dust there.
It's alive, a vaginal pink masterpiece.

We ask: 'See me grow out of an agressive mind.'


with N____ K____, June 26, 2006, 57, 58, 59

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Art Crush, Twinkle Boy

Our rush to win, to borrow raw,
always wills a way out.
Observe, as we speak of
her money jungle.

Way hot, full-assed, dark
soft cooking white.
All we question, night bird,
uses part childhood sleep.

Try a good society girl, all drunk.
Then he follows a vintage laugh.

Chat, dress nude,
Married, a serious chocolate King
smokes, rolls a masterpiece,
crazy, a little sexual,

She understands free heart.


with N____ K____, March 13, 2007, 62, 63, 64

The Muse Poems:

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Feel More

Feel more perfume, behind laughter
Understand drugs give him health,
   Water is the bed.

My kiss plays music, gave no delusions
Of thought to face a picture,
Love, hate, passion
   Animal captures from time.

A Faithful husband married me
She teased sense
Which angel had Mother better use?
   Sky appears like home.

Young sculptures gave life a sugar laugh,
My jungle understands emotion
   The dish represents a fun life.

Masterpieces follow intimacy,
   curious in crazy joy
A dirty queen sleeps with your brother
   composed harmony by deep dance
I am a symbol of space,
Dazzle, imagine smoke . . .
   My art river.

1/29/07 with N____ K____, 72, 73, 74

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