often kind

Raise the bar in a mythical light of freedom and war. Blisters on the palm and walking half dead. Please don't give into all the demands, my thoughts of love, are truly lust. The evening and the quiet snowfall. Simmer in sweat those are teary words and sad moods. Gravity punches and gravity smooths the pushing is shoving so welcome to the neighborhood. Thru the driveway the light becomes dim and stuck with thoughts a little skeptic of my writing style. Thru your eye's these words are mumble jumble folly's. Thru the mind of madness you look beautiful. Even if your ugly outside. Thru the kindness I'm about to give away and bend into lines. I guess I'll just have to paint my toe nails. Green, purple and blue.