Albocow

Blades of grass whistle in the wind; Northwest. North. Northeast. South. I've labored with prowess and palm to keep them pinioned in soil, But from my backhand a gale keeps their roots afloat in heavy air. It's a bulky feast of trust, loft and space; I run. I chase. I chase. I fall! They've quenched too much for my fist to knit. And as I jostle through the current they take two flights back. Like flies, they land and jeer as I snap to seize them. I'm yet to get a good mortal grip on these wretched blades which slash by my skin, but until then, I'll let the wind sweep the blood that I've swelled knapping away. The grass is bound to

My boundless nights are shackled under by remedy and balance; Above me, nomadic wasps search the ceilings braced in white. I beg their shadows still; my mind is hazed enough from its own subsistence. I beg the spectrum fade; Light only mars the splendor of nothing. However, it is nothing itself which confounds me with its subtle infinities! I have seen missionary skies plunge into seas of yellow, But never have I seen an emblem without emblematic luster. I have stabbed ministers in dreams so allusive, But never has an allusion been so unclear. Manacles constrain my thoughts within this glass citadel. Nevertheless, I remain unscat

Goosebumps don't lie. They only lay patched within your bloodstream so stoic. They are your cells; Feel them and let them carry your devotion. Unfold my lips as if you've unearthed an alcove from under its burrow. Place your mouth on mine and breathe; Just breathe and let my energy mend your stifled apathy. Life is yearning to escape its fallen course. Let it diffuse like a catalyst across your body shaping brilliant gems from knife-like spikes. And let this new birth nourish your blunted self, so when I die, You may then look at me and say, "Goosebumps don't lie".

The dawning sun said to me, "Clench my saffron hook and submerge the earth - submerge it so I may shine!" Instead, I seized a broken edifice and lifted it to barricade my consequence. Amongst uproars, it has silenced. Within tempests, it has seared. Finding earthworms parched by feet, I couldn't help but jeer; and as I glanced outwards to see my peers drowned, I couldn't help but pronounce my own dry solace. To them, the sun blushes lukewarm against the backdrop. To me, though, no light makes its way at all.

Since youth combust'd their beggared selves, they've burned distress on tailored shelves. Like brittle pebbles dominoed, then cast anew as toughened stone. From Baptiste's dish, they've taken nips. Baptized themselves within his wish; and whereat oppressed, oppressed now looms to hoist their flags of hues renewed. As green forbade it's fading clutch, its inverse fixed to overrun. As red was forged to dim in blood, but truth reproved its waxing sun! And truth dilutes the subtle lie; reveals deception's glamored guise, Dismounts the despot from his stool. Where lies rely, dictate but truth! Cause on lips suppressed, saltpeter r

The Tulips here, they grow within the weeds; so there's no motive to skip along these meadows. And these simple songs, they only make a mile by themselves; so skip afar now, and show this to a fellow. *(Just tell the world I say judgmental ways don't equate blueberry cakes!) Cause' along these rigid weeds I see motley blues and pinks from the Violets, Tulips, Daises n' garden mellows. But if all you see is green, then I'll stifle you with weeds You should take this song, I bid you'll take your leave. My mother told me that I embody self-conceit; and that my "heartless apathy" is rather dreadful. She thinks my selfless tendencies ar

Partisans; their arms erect from the Rhinoceros god who binds them with alloyed string. Up, up they go! Piled up like starved earwigs. Their limbs the only parts which loom toward the brute; Arrayed like a porcupine's coat, but frail like thin marrow. It's only an instance, though, until they tear. Until a mass is left left armless, until an individuality is squandered. But by whom? A Rhinoceros? Is this elliptic figure the one who shaped breathless corpse from brisk commune? Or was it the revered notion itself?

Oh, how my conscience adjourns its mores as I stay confined in this bitter orchard. how my earliest siblings, to their hallow chagrin, censure the natural pestilence they've shaped so eloquently. Oh, how when my eyes gaze behind an apricot tree, with such inexorable temptation, I notice my genuine roots. And how in both perspective and reach, pretentious apricot pairs balance each others extensive aesthetic. Though, I find myself only to scent such inciting fumes; but never consume to lick such kneaded skin; but never consume to taste such flawless fruit; but never consume. I've never consumed, but only drenched its galling essence wi

Bulldozer apparatus scooping up your mattress. Acetone concoction and a set of heated antics. A full ore junction lurking round' the ascetics, with a frayed red dress used to pacify the skeptics. The skeptics; they clearly peek through broken tainted glasses, the septics; the systems reared from all the public asses. It's metaphoric. emblematic. A deception systematic, like a white fox suicide in a jaded frantic. So romantic; an unconditioned empty aubade, no signal for the dawn, just an empty facade. Cloaked to be a half-heart fraud, an innocent uncloaked to be an archfiend god. God; covenantee for a steadfast lifetime. A counte