love is on the value menu
Ask yourself or protest us, why are we hysterical?
brains and thoughts imitate lava lamps, perception,
shotguns and kaleidoscopes.
there is no difference between a cat who gives birth,
wrecked and hopeless to eat one of her litter.
is there any difference as a woman throws her newborn,
to the trash and refuse, love that everyone refused to give her?
our judgments never last. Laws are ideals. A broken head in a cast.
Ask yourself or protest us, why are we so hysterical?
There lay’s a mob like a police force in the brain.
Everyone dreams wild, waking incomplete, bragging to be sane.
Value’s and monuments erode. If there could be anything after
humanity, it would look back, then away, and have to explode.
We are writing history, like it is controlled by the moon.
Channel 4, only on birthdays, never too soon. Prayers are nonsense and graves get blooms.
This to that, piece to peace, don’t love somebody unless you know you’ll never keep,
I loved a woman on her deathbed, she said many things, except don’t let this be unsaid.
I love you and sentence you to love, everyone through me you’ll have to reap,
I still have dreams of her as I weep, in between hope and now, a tear on my cheek.
as mountains high the oceans deep, free is a barrier unless you give up and leap.
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