10-22-2007, 09:37 AM
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Amethyst Mirror's Reflection
Purple office cardinal positioned
the bishop’s Farewell.
Two cents for a pocket full
of roses crimson red like
the rocket's flaming cloud.
Showy novels of Slash to
the eye covered up with
ash Fat Slit's bruised train.
Hush my darling
to live this life is through
the public eye parading
rusted boots and empty hands.
Where can I get last night's meal
destiny for hunger born to flee.
Clothes fit for the highest queen
smoking weed by the willow tree's
Catholic Church.
Royal to the purple tree's ambition.
Ruler for God.
Carriage of souls
Stag's a headless wig.
Statues of treated
love.
Amethyst low- minded
town the best gem around
is a dirty mind.
Decent to expose indecent
restrained hands decorating
lights bay of ruptured
dreams.
Stars awarding dedication
through mercy.
Have mercy on the dying
love is here but souls are
flying watching the skies
turn to maple green there is
no shot of heaven only
a sin of day.
I would say I have a purple
heart the best color to
shine for God.
Devil's horns vulgar to
the ear.
Wicked cultured days.
Gross innocent night.
Earthly disease takes
people to flight stimulating
cries and no suggestive
word to God.
Steamy morning of love.
Dying child in need.
Bland fragile tears
sexually arousing
exotic lips.
Strange times we
are living in.
Sexual pleasure for
the mind that's all
the body needs to
rest in sleep.
Rousing skin
defying place.
Fleshly innocent
lust in need for
change.
Dull or ugly
I feel so alive
beautiful beyond
the soul buried
within the heart's
life.
Ornate between
the mirror and
soul, look inside
the key dashing
to road's we go.
Restrained from
a moment’s endless
battle.
Fancy, a florid lamp
eyes the wall's
swollen word.
Plain high-flown
windy winters.
Bones underground
that can't be seen
polished to gold
their bodies
a scheme.
Our soul is a coat
honored figures
from God's hand.
An outweighed devil.
Flowery cosmic
petals affected
by love.
Lost without inflated
earth.
Vast tomorrow's
gloomy emotion.
Waxen the skin.
The image of you.
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Your left foot connects to your right foot.
Your soul connects to the heart.
Your eyes connects to the brain and you see....
The beauty of life standing still on a box of nails digging for rainbows we all want the pain because life is vain but happiness believes in itself.
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