Soft Forest

by

What's this?

It is the east and she is the sun

Gone out

Like light bulb; Switch pretty boy flicked

And in the soft forest

Pretty boys allowed to play

But the sign and gate

Keep men like me away

But, it's all right

Because today's all mine

Where years can't satiate her
I'm burn and cramped
A toy hung like a witch

A swollen branch of birch bitch is all I can dream being

I am a reader of ancient things

I seek through age old texts to find the meaning of love

But forgot to seek love

I am a cut above the lowest cut

And wine threatens to drown this rut and float me out of my home

"I am yours alone"

So I'm alone with my ancient things

So far justice is turbo charged

And finality has hawk head and hawk wings

With which to hunt and consume blasphemous things

And we're it's first meal

Because we know what it is to feel freedom in our Lord, God's kingdom

A realm of choice and all things pre-determined

Pre-deter-mind

Undermine the deterred mind

Because side stepping rationale will get us nowhere

Though, nowhere is it's own reward of unknown sagas

All is unholy and peace has been made with everything

Today's all mine

In humanity's search for time

And the meaning behind the reasoning of time tried rhyme
And all lack of meaning is hidden deep within the heart of seeming meaning

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Titanic Days
by: J D Cully
from: Gosport, England, UK

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