the strolls of chance

Dreams of RedDreams of Red Posts: 203
edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
talking along
the midnight path
moonlit clouds
emit the gasp
where lover's meet
on dew-dropped grass
that Nature's sheet
resolves Her math
from American shrouds
of ancient tasks
built to last
through corosive pasts
the scooner's mast
binds their speech
for a naked dance
upon mental gold
to link a trance
that sex unfolds
Love's greatest chance
i'm a thief... and a liar...

see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
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  • Making love,...
    Fucking....
    ...the one you love....

    Now that's the good stuff!!!!

    Sex is for souless trolls. my dear ;P
    Put me in coach...I'm ready to
    Fuck up...the USA...
    Look at me...I can rig...
    The presidency!!!!
  • oolala.....

    nice flow to
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • Making love,...
    Fucking....
    ...the one you love....

    Now that's the good stuff!!!!

    Sex is for souless trolls. my dear ;P


    wow. soul-less trolls...? somehow i doubt your seriousness on this one... darlin'.
    i'm a thief... and a liar...

    see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
  • nah-

    i truly meant what I said ;-)

    sorry charlie....
    Put me in coach...I'm ready to
    Fuck up...the USA...
    Look at me...I can rig...
    The presidency!!!!
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