Pathological Poetry

PATHOLOGICAL POETRY SO here we are within our small little world choosing words to express our Souls and Hearts! I choose to love you -- I choose to choose : like little precious 'comes and goes' like  famous sayings of those greatest poets my precious babies and love how you release the power of your talking:  it cuts into this psychological nightmare of a knot of Life. Every time I talk to you it seems like you cut into the veil of dimensions of life and death but if i ever lose my hope and if i ever lose my eyes i won't have to cry anymore. When i meet words that lose my legs and if i every meet hands of words ; i will crawl with my mouth and teeth -- i won't ever have to crawl or talk. Some days are great and some nights with wine and friends so now followed by love and moon shadows. :: 05.11.2021 ::