i knew of the gods that hide in the sky
but i did not know of the god
that hides behind your eyes
i am love with the divine
I’m not a flower
Whos roots remain in soil,
I am strong,
Built for the long run
With arms outstretched
we are born as valid foundations, with a seedling of a blueprint of grand proportions sleeping soundly in our minds.
we live life here...
The hypnotic ocean
sings the songs
of my heart
it’s body moves
in a lonely un-embraced
a dancing seduction
One does not look upon flowerpots with lust,
One does not tremble at the sight of a chair,
One does not lust for microwave ovens,
All objects without a heart,
All soulless objects without a chance of happiness,
But blessed by ignorance of their fate.
I am not so lucky,
I share their rank and fate,
But have been denied that blissful ignorance.
And I do not curse this because of a lack of sex,
But because in order to win any kind of love in this day and age,
You must naturally generate at least one iota of lust.
Maybe I’ll just take to fucking the flowerpots,
See if that takes me anywhere.