Supremate
There hadnt occured Such an advent
Since the seraphication of the Resplendiety.
(Nor will there be)
we can only hope to apease her
like a verslibre battle
between venus and Aphrodite
(Kill or Be)
Her brush Strokes like a seizure
manifesting her metamorphosis
Mephisto under the spell of orpheus
Ad Infinitum clairvoyance
Magestical Sorceress
Simultaneously genuflecting
from our opposite thrones
we tried for days it seemed perfecting.
the art of how to get stoned
Song of the Butterfly
With a flute that she used
to amuse dancing butterflies
from atop her giant Shroom
I tuned my acoustic
loughing she fluttered by
and Stopped behind a bloom.
Camoflaged in purple blue
dressed in its petals
with maroon speckles
Practicing Versicles
to the insects in the meadows
wich she then were edible.
She offered me her picnic
but I must be running home.
although I'd loved to have stayed w/her
(and made her daughter a princess)
She was one with the grove
like the mother of nature
Deciduous Girl
spiraling viradescent Stem
volutes on the oxygen
the apex of her branches
reached the zenith of the planet
but her leaves were as dry as her skin
wings against the harsh wind
Just Yesterday
she was so chromatic
like an artist's bleeding canvas
Now she sheds shades of sadness
and clamors in the frigid night
I visit her sometimes
With my oil lamp
And sit and write
under waves of blackness
cast down like infinite-light
the hidden gifts inside her
Were like a Joint wrapping Kryptonite
Supremate
There hadnt occured Such an advent
Since the seraphication of the Resplendiety.
(Nor will there be)
we can only hope to apease her
like a verslibre battle
between venus and Aphrodite
(Kill or Be)
Her brush Strokes like a seizure
manifesting her metamorphosis
Mephisto under the spell of orpheus
Ad Infinitum clairvoyance
Magestical Sorceress
Simultaneously genuflecting
from our opposite thrones
we tried for days it seemed perfecting.
the art of how to get stoned
Song of the Butterfly
With a flute that she used
to amuse dancing butterflies
from atop her giant Shroom
I tuned my acoustic
loughing she fluttered by
and Stopped behind a bloom.
Camoflaged in purple blue
dressed in its petals
with maroon speckles
Practicing Versicles
to the insects in the meadows
wich she then were edible.
She offered me her picnic
but I must be running home.
although I'd loved to have stayed w/her
(and made her daughter a princess)
She was one with the grove
like the mother of nature
Deciduous Girl
spiraling viradescent Stem
volutes on the oxygen
the apex of her branches
reached the zenith of the planet
but her leaves were as dry as her skin
wings against the harsh wind
Just Yesterday
she was so chromatic
like an artist's bleeding canvas
Now she sheds shades of sadness
and clamors in the frigid night
I visit her sometimes
With my oil lamp
And sit and write
under waves of blackness
cast down like infinite-light
the hidden gifts inside her
Were like a Joint wrapping Kryptonite
