date: Friday, August 19, 2005 @ 11:16 pm
title: Ladies..
Horrible. Terrible.
If I go to Italy, I will turn gay.
Metrosexual is hot stuff.
But never will be because my hope is found.
Love. Cocktail.
She's my dancer on my platform.
Her scent is milk to my spine.
Brittle yet white.
Music. God.
Meditate on each stanza.
He feeds me His milk everyday.
Strong boy is prophet material.
She. Oxgyen.
The dancer that goes round and round.
Until she caused a storm inside of me.
I could hear every breathe and beat.
She. Sunlight.
Jet-black hair reflects the rays.
Sharp and short. Bright and Rind.
Thou made me want to smile every morning.
Me. Seed.
Character-purning is hard work.
She gives. She takes.
She sows. She reaps.
Love. Faith. Hope.
The greatest of these is love.
Love changes. Love empowers.
Composition. Talents.
'As the morning rays cut through my eyelids,
Your outline builds a shadow that casts over me.
Our red lines meet as one. Soft yet mellow.
This is our morning greetings. Thank you for today.'
This is my week..
