Sorry, I Think You Made A Typo. By The "woke Agenda" You Meant "human Rights"

"jasmine, open your wings !"

unveil your pretty leaves my love

put your childhood to rest

your wings lay off the finest dove

and a crown of the prettiest dress,

with a cowl of golden lace i see

your feathers dripping so free.

such fine pristine garden howls

flying into chains of glass

and with your perfect golden cowl

lacèd, with the finest brass.

moonwater swirling in your hair

rosèd twine of which i could stare

music of love- to the morning play on

so until the sun rises,

i can still hear your song.

awaken in water of pure and fair

dreams of finely pruned fellows

god created, of the smallest affair

until the morning comes

to spoil the night

let us drink to the music

to your heavenly sight.

me giving relationship advice: communicate or end it

what brings you to this land?

is it the snow that rests upon the trees? 

or is it the bits of glass within the sand?

does the train that runs excite you? 

the one that speeds unto the hills

such noise that scares the jays

and calls its quiet evening shrills!

are you left with but despair

and a wreaking heart of glass

as the sky kisses the air 

to colden the church's evening mass?

do you wish to run each hill

flattening each blade of grass

the quiet of a winter's kill

lies calmly, waiting for evening mass.

mango comes home from work to find her husband gone shes like oh no where did my man go

all purpose greek seasoning in olive oil is genuinely curing my ed rn

guys never date a musician she won't stop writing songs about me

there is too much music i need to listen to. i cannot bear it. there are so many albums and every time i find an album there is another album and then another album and then a bunch of singles and then another reddit post titled "greatest punk album of the year?" and suddenly it has 326 comments naming a bunch of punk albums i need to listen to, and of course all the comments say completely different bands, and so now i go listen to one of the albums and suddenly im going down a rabbit hole of their glorious music and i simply do not have the time to go listen to all the other 325 albums from that reddit post, and much less time to go scavenge the internet archive for 60s garage bands but if i do not find a way to listen to every single music in the world i will cry. life is hard man

come one ! come all !

to morrow night we hear the fall

of child a brethren many in may

of mother of florals cries at pray

to the fiery theater where steam is high

while the malicious spirit shall freely fly

unto a moor upon the sea

the spirit in counting travels free.

solitude of the highest fair

may find its pennies here in there

but in the dome of secret plays

withering ignorance may wonder astray.

partly due to uncounted ballots

sneeking in parties of untimely bandits

burglars of short, plump and mellow

yet filled with teacake; a worthy fellow !

i hate sitting on the floor it makes me feel so homeschooled