Mimi. New Yorker.
Fly away little dove, little hummingbird heart
Fluttering, innocent, pure
Little hummingbirds fall, innocence fades, purity once flowed through muddy waters. Memories
Memories-a Kodak moment, brief, beautiful. Your glare your half smile L. You.
So beautiful the largest force the world ever produced
So dark so intoxicating
Make my hummingbird heart smile my hummingbird ears see true meaning.
Beasts- the red dragon lives within
My fingers they grow to claws
Anger red hot
Sadness blue cold.
Vivid you are so vivid L. The brightest star birthed into the universe molded to perfection. Paradox
It lives inside you, the balance of good and it’s acquitence, hurt, mischeif.
New maybe you are, different - still the man I love. The man who breathes in life breathes out glory.
My hummingbird soul, drawn, falls through the cracks. My hummingbird heart washed down a river of tears. Fluttering still, always fluttering.
I know what dead’s like
Lying cold in pain surrounded. Not by those who care, but rather those who are stuck-with you. You with them.
Lives, they want to continue, to go on, to feel the warmth of the living.
They may be dying, like me, but I’m dead.
Aware, unresponsive, stuck
In the realm of my mind. I died.
But it wasn’t the light I saw with closed eyes
Or words I heard with deaf ears.
It was your phantom touch I didn’t feel. I craved. Lost as you had left.
Left me dead.
Luxuriant insanity the most beautiful of the charms of the savage beasts.
The way they can tear through flesh and feast upon the blood of the dead, the damned, the holy, those doomed to survive.
They scurry through the forest of imagination, the trees of wisdom, the empathy’s of thought.
Savage beasts oh won’t you take me in, teach me your courage, your belligerence, your uncourteous mannerisms.
I want to be just like you.
Eat the hearts of the weary and spill the tears of the innocent for glory.