Pixie Notes II

the fall has come, just like it did for the Roman Empire. the fires burn columns in my heart and ravage the streets going to the coliseum. Winter will soon come to clean us all off, to make the ashes one more layer of ground for us to stand on.

Prophecy

What will I do? Who will I see? Questions that plague me. Where will I live? What will I eat? is there a Love I’m destined to meet? Angel in the capital, dangling with my hat full meeting on steps to see pictures of Venus; I will dream us.

never trust her

she says I should never trust her,all while she can’t stand upand I’ve fallen over twice:i’m grappling for her cuntand fumbling badly: pulling pubic hair.she’ll give me whatever, she tells me,she really does love as much as she can,      do I know?I know. I really do know and feel…and the way she stabs at my … Read morenever trust her

let me pass through

let the stars shine,let the cars park,let the firemenmake the fires dark;let the children play,let the wind blow,let all the actorsput on a great show;let the doors close,let the lights dim,let the policemensave us all from them;let the world know love,let the people know hate,let us all know justwhat is our heart’s fate;let me see … Read morelet me pass through

v-day

the chill in the windhas failed to cool this desire;I’ve won – for tonight –this struggle to master the heart. A victory paradeof Autumn’s quiet leavescelebrating in the street,cheering us oninto blissfull acceptance, rolling in the piles ofconfetti the trees havethrown down in their praise; grand standing – stars beaming joy;moon grinning ear to ear; … Read morev-day

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