Glutteny bloats an empty soul
smoked out by years of suppression...

I often ponder in those silent moments
if Adam and Eve were under a spell...

Early morning-up up up
out of bed...

Whimsy is a subtle kiss
Of death on naked life...

I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...

Ego, spirit, heart and soul
merge as one in the stillness...

Darkness, all prevailing,
Empty halls, no more praying...

As a girl I used to sing along so mindlessly
to the words of the black eyed peas...

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see...

I have to make a confession
this poem is a dedication...

I'm not trying to be too dynamic
but I want to talk about thermodynamics...

this world needs a little permutation
lets start with "x,z,y" and end in "b,a,c...