Tropes

It's an assembly of tropes

I awakened her flower and it blossomed with ecstasy. Luck you come like a thief at night. Angst is the cancer of emotion. Luck reside in me and make me your house. Poems on the meadow are green. Communist Party of India, you are dead idol. Windfall, pollinate a seed for me.  The crockery of writing is the pen. I have killed the dragon of bad luck. Time is an enigmatic beast that moves forwards.  When will life dance a tune for me? The sky lay in scarlet velvet, erotic pink and golden melodies. Emotions are the software of the mind. I wrote on her body, a beautiful poem of art. He is a poisonous snake, out to seek vengeance on everybody. The lake lay like a tranquil dream. The past is a desert: the present a cuisine: the future a delicacy. Every storm has a calm in the end. Morning is speaking in colors. The wind whispered a song. What if legs could speak of all the travels done? Pain, you are broken rock of the body. I am watching a windfall: there it has perched on body with the wings of a sumptuous bonanza. Joy and sadness are the twins of the mind. I don’t economize my desires: I luxury them. Christ Jesus Jehovah do a ‘wedding at Cana’ for me.  Let me immerse in the pool of luck. Windfall�"when will I be able to feast on your cornucopia? When fiction becomes life: an epiphany is created. I mourn for my father who is asleep. The sky sang an aromatic duet in the evening. Poems saturated my heart. My loins are a lit candle. I want to be prodigal to celebrate life. Life is the trinity: the Father being ecstasy: the son being angst and the holy ghost being catharsis. My bank account has to have plenty of green trees in it. I treat language as a metaphor of life. Her erotic body was a tremulous music. Karma is the paradox of making choices. Money is a green plant that I have to grow. Passions are a river run deep. Her p***y was a cathartic river. Tombs are monuments of the soul. Jesus you are the marvel, a word that became flesh: a crucifixion that became man and a resurrection that became God. I want to live my life with poetic dreams. Windfall is manna pouring from Heaven. Eternity is a God that lives with time. Rain is pouring like a symphony. We made love like a musical poem. My mind is house that writes. A dream woke me up with good luck. A bard is floating through the sky. The sky lay like an opera. Making love is an art of poetry. Angst is a caged beast. He tuned the guitar and the organ. India has won the series by 2 runs. Jewels twinkled in the sky. Pearls lay in the brook. Colors are whispering in the dusk. The sky stretched out like a wet blanket. Morn woke me up with a beautiful dream. Wind walked across the earth with gigantic footsteps. Poems flickered in the night. I hope that my pen will have the grace of a magic wand. Jehovah Jesus paid a premium for my soul.  The tornado shouted onto the land. The sea vomited on to the coast. The body is sweet passion of sexuality. I buried my disappointment in a coffin. My body is the blemish of sin and I want the savior to make it snow-clean. My sperm is sweet as sugar. I have a garland of desires: so listen Universe be kind to me. How lucky it would be if I can live like King Solomon. Life is Dionysian ecstasy: Sisyphean angst and Apollonian Catharsis. There’s no chance in luck: there’s only a miracle. Every torn lottery ticket is song of angst. Come on darling: let’s do erotic poetry.