LadakhBuddhess

"The luscious grandeur of melancholy horror trickles through my brain. Our cage has been locked, and they've thrown away the key. Our fate is set. Slow death through brain shrinkage. A drought of pure..."

"Like a divine gift from the heavens, Oh! angelic creature, save me from destruction. Your beauty flourishes before my naivete. Salvage my sanity! Desperate as the dead, gnarled knobs of winter's limbs..."

"I want to taste your soft sweetness. Catch the golden honey that flows from your lips. Stare into your glacial pools, lit by enchanted moonlight which peers from under the ashes. Once gray, now alive..."

"I can't live anymore. Is it a momentary madness? When you can't sleep, When all you touch turns to dust in your mind... Nothing is thought, yet whole conversations are carried out in your head. When ..."

"Reach for the heavens, she said. There is no place so lovely. Love is not so beautiful, flesh turns to dust. One more medicated blissful moment... I want nothing greater than heaven! she said. Just gi..."

"The rise and demise of delirium, will prove us to be strong. A coked up country boy will prove them to be wrong. He's falling in line for you, but what difference does it make? You're looking at the m..."

"Vast emerald sea of Rotting America. Rancid rose, which once bloomed. Bloomed magnificantly! Starting to decay now... Her wheat fields scorched, scorned... And the sky above a now putrid black, inste..."

"She devours moonbeams. Luna lies with ashen angels... Condensed thought drips from the tongues of beauties, thick as golden honey. "They have minds like gems," she says. On wings that fly through dem..."

"Mother pearl of ebony skies hovers over her child. Illumined wisps, wings of angels cradle him slumbering. Goddess until dawn, her hand shelters our innocence. For the night is young and the child mu..."

"Winter'd hands sparked her sunset, seen through aged eyes. "What world's? What shores of what worlds?" Winter'd hands, the signature of yore groom gnarled notions of yester-year's youth. Won't we ever..."

"Petty laughter and cackles of the wicked. Wicked fallacy. Which you inhale. Like glue. That gets you high. Higher than you could ever be. Or exist! (without utopia running through your veins) ..."