Objectification: a shiny object

A place only known to me that for a moment is suspended from the lows of reality, and in this place my universe spirals around you.
My self-conscious thoughts dessert me here,
and my only need is to have you stay long enough to teleport me away from a world that no longer believes in fairy tails and happy endings.

Whistler Tunes/Tree Runs

My mind dazzeled at the sight of trees bursting throught the snow in an emerald circle.
This moss covered sancuary is where the nymphs must have played a thousands of eons in oder to create a landscape as soft and alluring as this temple.
The snow whistled harmonies of what nature wanted to hear.
she told me, "Silence."

Retreat

I meandered into the woods to find my green reflections.
All by myself in a city of millions
I drifted along forest trails to find intimacy with myself.
I slipped down a brick stairway and found a silent grove where the pressure of the world no longer existed.

Beyond the

Lets walk away from this intimidating pyramid called the great experiment of civilization.
Civilization is overrated like Barbe, over fed like a compulsive cleaner's vaccume,
power hungry like a surge protector.
Civilization is a bully on the playground who doesn't understand that everyone has more fun when you share the ball.
Civilization Im done building your sandcastle.

Cuore A Roma

Viila Borghese il cuore di Roma, smeraldo e orango.
Enlighttend woods with aged out hollows.
The Eternal City's breathing heart c'e Villa Borghese

Paths pump the pedestian lovers though the park
to the vistas and clock towers of a Never Ever Land overlook
to the wonderland bourgroves of dried skin city scrapers.

Acqua Vicolos flowing with couples struck with cupid arrows
And the broken hearted Rose Boy hanging a lowered bouquet.
Non Rosa? Non rosa oggie, Grazie.