2 updates today, promise.

Just minding my own business part of the whole radical femme scene
Saw it for a minute, saw many but i'm keen.
Not trying to get trapped into this whole incognate state, the blood runs right out my mother fucking veins as I go sedate.
Fluttering but with a real sense of reality, that's right, just trying to get my revolution on but then she came into sight.
Just a quick riddle: no emigmas, plain as day.
You're settled, beautiful reins- but what to say?
Still trying to play some stupid game- not really, but am I?
Thinking, feeling, there it is- shit I'm gonna die.
We all are, but then, I felt it a bit sooner that aching pain
Realizing I'm not the only one who feels that there is something to gain.
But also knowing that this magnum opus of creation, is off the hook, off the charts and off the course of sublimination.
Still I must digress, fear encapsules the soul,
I don't know where she is in her life cycle, but I'm sure it's whole.
Nothing to worry about, just a little late.
Still referencing this other wonder, I still fill a little bait.
Walk around the corner and pray for it to be there,
Damn, she's so beautiful in every way, especially that hair.
Not a light goes on in my head, perhaps I need to refocus.
But I'm not trying to spin it, just bring it on, let it be a locus.
Bloom into its ornate and holly form,
giving sight to those who mass themselves in the norm.
A dynamic team, just a kiss, but not away.
I can beg for it pray tell but why? It will come some day.
Like Plato's synthesis of inequities, some things are just unjustly i a state of ryhmm, but please..
Don't tell me to back off when there is this questioning of reality.
Yes, reality used to be a friend of mine, now I just work her towards equity.
And those glasses, something about the shape, my chemistry gets all fucked up it's like fate.
Not the only one to do this to me, love, sweet love does.
So thankful and also so afraid,
of what this humanity will bring to me and what she has forbade.
Everything will work out on that positive servitude,
to the mind that deceives, pleases gives truth, however rude.
Laying all out before me, I can see a flatened globe, a cartographers dream.
It's not that simple though, because I can't see the other side of that seam.
Thusly, I pontificate about wisdom, something I know little about.
A ripple effect as a stone is dropped into a liquid state, perhaps might be parallel to another object of it's make.
Yet the fallacy of this can be seen with the destructive power of a nuclear bomb.
The waves do not use parametric inferences, you see chaos- it's wrong.
Even the epicenter caves in on itself, and then errupts, perhaps to different yet on similar philosophy, this power corupts.
Peace is never going to be achieved,
so long as sentiments of the statements above are heaved.
None of us can understand the way it will happen, but like the hydrogen explosion that sucks every thing under,
it is only a hypothesis that might find blunder.
Or perhaps she will find me and I her, together asunder.
Three times it is, fourth is not to shabby so long as it causes no thunder.
Alright, I'll stop now, onto another verse.
Just so long as my heart does not end up in a hearse.
It's all ok, it always works out- as the man would say, I'm at the beginning, like a new day.
So bring yourself, show that sensual side and that more interesting catacomb atop.
We can sit and spin a little bit, but there will be a time to stop.
So as long as that is there, it's like infinty over 1, the limit is zero.
Love should bloom, again like that locus flower,
we'll see it like brother and sister born on the same hour.
Another day in the life of a troubled soul, and old friend gives some advice about the leash and the fence and the goal.
So there she is, right in line, the first thought of contempt, the second squashed out of loves vent.
But thirdly that first attration anew replaced by a new one.
So I guess we'll just have to look at the destitudinal sum.
Let no attitudinal barriers stop progress forth, and now i'm done.
So I can continue