Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Love Long and Prosper

Words flow like static water in the never ending stream of meaning.
Words flop like the grey blossom drops upon a pyramid of visual testament.

We can search for our resonance within the sound vibration. Such a minute energy that releases beyond mental capacity.

We all have encountered new personal perceptions. Yours should awake to the regression.
The regression of the human struggle.

Shall I mention your laugh?

Love is a forgotten draft to an idea that is temporary. Not to be played by a rule.

If I was willing to suffocate the stars and meet you on mars would you match something greater for me, would you balance out the blasphemy. 
-Alaska J.F.


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