those are fighting words.

I won’t start a fight, I won’t do it.

It seems it’s the only thing you know how to do.

Well, me, I’m no good at fighting.

Making peace is my virtue.

But I can’t make peace with your enemies.

The ones that haunt your soul.

Because it’s up to you soldier.

To gain back what you once sold.

I won’t start a fight, I won’t do it.

I couldn’t bear the burden it’d bring.

Because while you are seeking vengeance.

You black out the song I sing.

And I can’t fight your fight for you.

The boundaries just wouldn’t be fair.

Because the only place to take shelter.

Is invisible with despair.

I can’t start a fight, I can’t do it.

I just don’t know how to say, ‘no more.’

Your violence has killed my love.

And now you ask for more.

This battle has finally ended.

And now you’re free to roam.

Rebuild the land that you have broken.

When you gave up on your own soul. 

cosmic coalition.

let your soul breath sweet and sultry subtleties in and out of my world,

meanwhile I will color you a pixel with the most significant depth and twirl,

and together we will make music between the sheets of the unknown,

to follow each other blindly like a ship of harbored souls.

well it wont be an easy challenge,

a task that lays at hand,

to turn love into a market,

we can sell across the land.

so instead we’ll wander freely from sea to shining sea,

collecting pearls of wisdom to trade for beauty and simplicity,

we will tango in the moonlight under a bountiful dark night sky,

and follow dusk to sunrise with only guidance from the light.

well it wont be an easy challenge,

a contest of our skill,

to make melodies sound sweeter,

than a heart of total will.

we will adventure through the majestic in search of an abyss,

a completely untouched notion of lands purified by myth,

sounds we follow blindly touched by an emperor of truth,

guided by the notion that we are tomorrow’s undying youth.

well it wont be an easy challenge,

to dispute the laws of the land,

but together in total harmony,

we unite the cosmos hand in hand. 

the territory that sex owned.

college was the territory that sex owned.

it determined the boundaries.

who was in.

who was out.

college was the stomping ground for experimentation.

it groomed preferences.

who did who.

who liked what.

college was the text book for foreplay.

it transcribed desire.

who knew.

who didn’t know.

college was a myriad of sexuality.

a casting call for making love.

who played what role.

who couldn’t perform.

college was a professor of language.

making dreams a reality.

what you asked.

what you said.

college was an exercise in memory.

alienating no-no’s in sexual conquest.

what they had.

where it came from.

college was a playground for love-archy.

expanding knowledge for pleasure.

why we love.

why they love.

college was an execution of will-power.

creating clarity in the grey area.

what was okay.

what wasn’t.

college was a hierarchy of prowess.

the line between ignorance and education.

why you could.

why they couldn’t.

college was pre-school for sex.

taking “it” seriously.

why should you?

why should I?

college was a degree in human.

infinitely defining needs.

who are you.

who am I.

college was the territory sex owned.

enlightenment in quality.

what is good.

what is bad.

bluebird.

some of us carry our defenses on the outside

because saying goodbye is transcendental

the conscious within relapses the external

his mate forever lost to human intervention

sorrow wallows in the ruffle of a feather

today we learn

the bluebird wears his blues like a coat of armor

facing a displayed series of consequences

where steam dissolves into the background

the pale prairie painted against the window

a sad twist fate has on spring time

for the bluebird and his lover. 

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