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"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws"-Jim Morisson

Mary Tongue in cheek livid widows peak gentle gaze it will be alright as long as you stare with your upward turned eyes pearly white teeth I'm certain you were born to smile Your touch permeates through my soul like the heat of velvety blackness on summers noon Absorbing energy A truly impending beauty Ultimate forgiveness and unsporting brow Your warm breath reminds me I'm alive Imminent death spontaneous #life The rivers rise for you Superior dance step by step The clouds cry for you Radiant child choose to shine on us all, for you are the embodiment of purpose and reason your Waltz is the beat of right, righteousness and the clockwork of stars in the night Your love is the moon, we in awe are tranced into your likeness and only exist because of your reflection of our skin Your imperfection is reason for hope in the night Goddess of love I'll burn in hell as long as I'm next to you I'll reach death with you I'll hold breath for you Ill be here until there's nothing left of you

Freedom Exists "Did you know freedom exists in a school book? Did you know madmen Are running our prison Within a jail, within a gaol Within a white free Protestant maelstrom We are perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death at the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us" -Jim Morrison

The City purple skyline caresses the moon, metallic thunder overwhelms my senses I stand at the center of the universe with all of its contents orbiting I protected by the towers of babble, ancient monuments to our green faced gods seemingly impossible in their summit lost misguided souls lying desperately in shadow being obstaclized by thousand dollar suits on million dollar men monks of their incorporated temples their creed incessantly flashing until it's burned into our skulls a dizzying array of sex, theatre, propaganda, and love I feel a radiant heat from my stomach that reaches my fingertips I think I'm in love I think I've found home My English teacher had us write a #poem about the city, I wrote about the first time I visited New York 2 years ago