"She is my earth", he solemly bemused
"across her are the most heavenly hues...
Click and turn and pop and stretch
her limbs entice - evoke an embrace...
Trickling tropical crystal pool,
fallen palm leaves play lilypads...
She was blonde and lavender
and when she...
Lyrically dressed, she
counterbalances the...
And says the musician
"I wrote time and meter...
At Time's origin,
Her silken skin...
Turtlenecks and scarves
Bundling our hearts...
The hum is in the eaves
Alight with 8am and...
Another day raining sunlight into the slipstream
Turning dreams beneath the seas...
In the absence of fact, mankind will subsitute its deepest fears. |
"Writing" is manipulating aesthetics to make a point. |
Love is life unchained. |