MY LOVE, IF THESE POEMS TRULY ASSUMED A FORM CONCRETE CONSISTED OF FLESH STRAIGHT FROM A PLUM TO THE PIT SWEET I'D CALL THE HEAVENS DEVILS FOR NO WIND CAN KNOW THE LAST WORD OF A SUNSET AND TREMBLING SAYONARAS HELP BAYONET THE MUDBRICK MOORINGS OF MY HEART CATASTROPHE FALLS FROM ON HIGH YET ON AN ISLAND IN SAND YOUR WINGS ARE DRAWN YOUR HORSE IS CAST HIGH ABOVE VAULTED CLOUDS TO CARESS THE HOOKS THAT HOLD THE SKY AND WHEN THE WINTER WISHES TO TOUCH YOUR DEEPEST FLOWER REMEMBER THE CAT LICKS ITSELF TO CLEAN THE DIRT OF DAY
2. "you got some words with you" In response to Reply # 0
>MY LOVE, >IF THESE POEMS TRULY ASSUMED A FORM CONCRETE >CONSISTED OF FLESH STRAIGHT FROM A PLUM >TO THE PIT SWEET >I'D CALL THE HEAVENS DEVILS >FOR NO WIND CAN KNOW THE LAST WORD OF A SUNSET >AND TREMBLING SAYONARAS HELP BAYONET THE MUDBRICK MOORINGS >OF >MY HEART >CATASTROPHE >FALLS FROM ON HIGH >YET ON AN ISLAND IN SAND YOUR WINGS ARE DRAWN >YOUR HORSE IS CAST HIGH >ABOVE >VAULTED >CLOUDS TO >CARESS THE HOOKS THAT HOLD THE SKY >AND WHEN THE WINTER WISHES TO TOUCH YOUR DEEPEST FLOWER >REMEMBER THE CAT LICKS ITSELF >TO CLEAN THE DIRT OF DAY > > > > >twin#2 comin if yall want it
3. "twin#2 (CUTS AND CURVES)" In response to Reply # 0
I SLEEP IN A HOLLOW SERENITY CUT OFF FROM ALL I WOULD TOUCH FOR I LAY AND KNOW THE MOUTHS AND CORNERS OF A TEMPTING SOUL BUT FORGET MY FEET WHEN RUNNING ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS OF MAJESTY WHO WITHOLD THE BOUNTY THE RICHNESS THE PURPOSE OF A HIDDEN ORE THE DELICATE WARSHIPS PLOT DESTRUCTION THE FEATHERY ARMAMENTS TOUCH DOWN ON THE MOST DISTANT CHURCH BELL A CONSISTENT RING ING CUT S AND C U R VES THE AIR HOLDS THE BREATH STILL
QUICKENS THE BLOOD AND PAYS THE DEATHTOLL OF A UNICYCLE BENT
4. "RE: twin#1 (THE LOVE OF A PLUM'S FLESH)" In response to Reply # 0
a poets poetry this one drop dat
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder