Poem -

GREENSTONE YOU MELT

THE GREAT CRY OF GREEN

Your loud cry for help is
not sweet enough to
be heard screaming from the
desert's burren bitter bottom 
without sound-spicing
Sweet  forest berries .

In your cute warm gown
of great green live leaves
roads and lanes
and lights out of your
thick dark jungle 
of eternity opened

You followed the
sweetest scent
of honey into the
cold night greenstone,
sipping till, you kissed 
the anus of Satan

The cutest kiss 
with angels in heaven 
sedates you against
loud pangs and pains whilst 
thy monster son eats thee live

A charming whisper whips
you to sleep before
you read his alphabet lo,
It was the cunning sound 
of of gold seducing
your gene of eternity.

Oh tall tree, whose
resolve stood harder
than diamond crushing
coldest and burning rocks 
into gorgeous swamps of life.

You scooped clouds 
quenching thirsty sands
Till fat fish seamlessly 
strolled down your 
soothing roads taking a 
picnic to the desert.

Floating atop thy
vegetative extravaganza,
Dwarfs towered tall,
Contaminating all airs
with smiles, songbirds hordes
singing green into the great grass

You connived,
with oxygen to
Cloth the sun to
Cloth the clouds to
Cloth the seasons to
Clothe sin and folly turning
epic banes to boons
till the dead could dare 
Live a different yesterday.

Greenstone,no beast
is too beautiful
to be urgly because
every beast has 
his own tail .

Your tail in a son
sells thy stem and
Burns your roots and
Claiming the arsh scoops gold

He rules money and 
pays mum's death tax
winning hearts 
cardiac to cardiac

Planting plastic flowers,
upon your grave,
Your son eats you
from your inside
Singing sweet hullabaloos

Thy star falls
Folding the night to
strip your sins naked so
burning tears of heaven
Tear through thy old handkerchief
Of snow and ice 
Melting the future

Thirsty storms sail soft
celebrating flat roads 
Above fallen walls of life
Training fish skeletons to 
dance desert sands 
to digest misfortune.

Too much honey
Makes poison sweet so,
you melt greenstone till
the thirsty drink their last blood 
amongst skeletons lying naked,
protesting extravagant pain.

Suns sting striping
the future naked so
Furious floods flog your soft summer into
the autumn who Burns bad
till seedlings burn bad.

The hungry eat the
dead till nightingales 
and owls sing a deadline  
against the future.

Now, will i read
a counterclockwise 
from your reject book greenstone,
of a language unknown;

Lie down because,
albeit burnt,
burnt melting, 
ye aren't cleansed yet,
Cleansed from
your last hope;

A real problem
Is made of solutions
Thus  your arshes swallow
a virus that eats virus

When an elephant
meets his own weight
the rat earns respect

A little stubborn seed
sleeps beneath
the shadow of 
your future.

Oh green stone
too hot for a nurse,
Only thy arsh can
can nurse your seed,
if you lie down

Your cry too loud
to be heard for
If you tickle yourself,
You can't laugh so
Lie download cos
if you lie the end 
tells the truth 

Thy breath shall 
burn thy singly seed yet,
No coffin's good enough
for thee so beloved
Greenstone lie down.

 

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Lovely Words

Thanks slot  poete
it an extremely pleasant complement.

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