a private moment...broadcasted over the internet

a look at the sky and the warrior's in bloom
think to myself {still think of you}
couldnt we have shared this
couldnt you proved me wrong
made this something special
instead of being gone
a small bite that soon gone
a little tingling in my arm
the host is an itch
the substence is calm
my love is a bitch
my reaction bar none

and where in this passion flower
is the mighty love turned so sour
she sleeps without an after thought
no hiccup or burp
and yeah i still think that i am god
you never learn

so thank you to the painter of the sunrise
and the sunset and the sky
those hills touched with magic
the creek is beauty defined
all this i assume is for me
this world is mine

...tell you what...given some fair amount of time, all things become illogical...we either suppress this unadulterated truth in our sick demented personal concept of reality...or we never achieve the level of comprehension of an actual mature adult of the human gens...