Interval of consequential regret.

To be in solitude
or to engage the world

How vast is desire


Shroud your tear drop
which laments the mind
and not the face.

Holding her hand
One day he will marry his girl.

Illumination in tender Fire.

Impeccable possibilities.


He told me that his girlfriend might be pregnant.

the device to pursuit
the inception of the cosmos
he will negate the child

You want a beer?

the memory of a vagrant, seer.....

the final illusion, meek desperation

the allegory which enfolds our
recollections
now its time to refuse to ignore the decree
orated to us on the eighth day

hyacinth

the girl i new of long ago

that was the last of his kind

Furthering from a febrile body
Can't gaze over yonder



_________________________


Midnight conversation dissolving fading in a restaurant
on the Lonesome Boulevard ambling in the ashen imperturbable compose sky.

_________________________



The Happenstance of Fate ashen morning
what happen to the rain and extemporaneous clouds.

Furthering from a febrile body
Can't gaze over yonder



_________________________


Midnight conversation dissolving fading in a restaurant
on the Lonesome Boulevard ambling in the ashen imperturbable compose sky.

_________________________



The Happenstance of Fate ashen morning
what happen to the rain and extemporaneous clouds.

Cruel jaded in anger as you cried


what will i pronounced to invoke
to heed the announcement of the coming to past

summons the maiden of the blue meadow
born of black diamond


sitting in the grass of the park with a
tiny flower for her.



Quarrel of their amour
Can you bequeath innocence
inquisitive adoration?

The Encounter
the conversation

realizing I was
standing in front of her
she and I we're thinking that I was already lost.

As my eyes dart to her face She went on to say that
empty look in my eyes had not change
that
cruel presence
remained
she said, "That shark look in the eyes".

"Very subtle are you,
You have to get Out. Leave!"

__________________________

I have no restraint.


We we're Thought and not the Word.
I was what I thought I could be.


Listen I just want some sleep I want to sleep
Rest However one drink first
Close my eyes and hide in my dreams.

__________________________


As I spoke to her;
"You had your day in the ray As if I could Look
for you..... Especially when not desired."



Moreover
I wont notice anymore the passage of this world.
Sing a litany in furtherance to my divulging
mischieveous innocence

Humor me and I'll Live.


Where was i?
****in'A
I was in my **** Off posture
with estrangement.

A Notion
No Kidding
Really?
My Goodness-


That's right
so far
sure thing.


"Nice".
"Neat".


The Intonation
As you lay on your bed.


___________________



I got money in my pockets
In my
**** Off
**** It Pocket.


___________________


Illusive

Trying to retain
when listening
restraining from laughing

-the orgy as you listen


Blue Bear.


____________________


You had your day in the ray
As if i could look for you
especially
when not desired.

i was what i thought i could be
we we're thought and not the word
prefer to be the singing immortal Serpent Bird.

After the fall

I seen you

The most beautiful of them all

You remember when I sauntered to the second tree

when you
approached entralled
and I set you free


Come again
And I'll await for you beside the lake

Let us kiss and feast
and see me

fade away
to rise from the sea as a beast

To be with you
and begin the end


This will be the time of the Watchers
This will be our Time





-LittleHorn

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I'm a Santa Monican

Verily,
Littlehorn

Last words.
Out.