Some late blooming occurred in the seventies
when 'Hey Jude' and the sunshine in her head
went public.
She settled into a craft shop, gently molested
by Applejack and Californian Skunk
until a self-image exploded.
An aftershock of rainbows continued.
Ruckle lips roam a now manic makeup.
Gainsborough hats trump frizzy kablooey.
On the boardwalk, she stands palimpsest,
a fragmented journalism of more colorful times.
She turns to her subjects, smiles, not for the camera,
but at the one thing that detonated her
back when she was just a girl
with looking-glass eyes.
Thousands of Times I committed suicide in my dream
But my guts didn’t allow once in a life
In my dream I could hear ruckle
Was it mine?
Sometime I feel me and death are too propinquity
And sometime it's like sun and earth
I feel like a macula for this land
I am a flicking light approaching to end
The end of race is right before
But still running for the start
I can't eschew my soul
So, I am still here
Sorry god I am still alive
Thanks for the life you gave
Waking me up from Nightmare
Guiding me to success
Some late blooming
occurred in the seventies
when 'Hey Jude'
and the sunshine in her head
went public.
She settled into a craft shop,
gently molested
by Applejack and Californian Skunk
until a self-image exploded.
An aftershock of rainbows
continued.
Ruckle lips roam now
a manic makeup.
Gainsborough hats trump
a woozy kablooey.
On the boardwalk;
she stands palimpsest,
a fragmented journalism
of more colorful times.
She turns to her subjects,
smiles, not for the camera,
but at the one thing
that detonated her
back when
she was just a girl
with looking-glass eyes.
While reading my posts I heard some ruckle
Lin Lane thinks my comments are "honeysuckle"
I'll say this to you
It's better than poo
Methinks perhaps you are trying to truckle
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