The Art of Intrigue 2/24 period

It is as if I am still jailed.
My heart & soul have been impaled.
My wounds did heal but left a scar,
A constant reminder is what you are.

and the sea wasn’t blue-
green like in the
photos, it was a maroon color. It was the red
tide, the lifeguard
said.

i watched you blossom as you

were transformed into such a rare beautful soul

your eye’s looked into mine as if

you were diving into the very core of my soul

8—My mind’s a Seinfeld episode:
7—Thematically random while
6—conceptually profound.
5—Feel the ticking time-
4—bomb? It’s set to
3—channel surf
2—t…

Rich as Croesus, fine, we
salute you;
greedy as Mammon, gouge your eyes
out.

The demons reflecting from her disturbed expression
twisted her face into such an inhuman form, it was
a wonder anyone paying attention didn’t have enough
developed sense to construct a trench of saf…

When demons cry or the earth stops
On slender toes that dance on sand

A hub of global transportation, a sanctuary of beginnings and ends, and an intoxicating atmosphere for every wanderer’s soul, it envelops her.

And frosted currents flow across my flesh
And blue tinged white and cyanosed flesh.
Bloodless.

Ever stood at the edge of a cliff?
Ever closed your eyes and opened your arms like an eagle?
Ever imagined that you were an aeroplane?

Ever stood upon a high, high bridge?
Ever saw death just from looki…

What matters yellow
matters is structural anarchee

“Love will come to me
whilst you sleep so comfortably”

The world is a thin big black scarf
Thin like the blanket of lies and deception
That we douse ourselves in
To feel comfortable in our state of utter
Apathy.

Little ones please listen well
This is a story I must tell.
To help to keep your sanity
When walking past the old goat tree.