IZAYAA times 10
Every time I touch her it’s the sexiest philosophy.
To the east to find her,
strolled out of the café into the rest of our lives.
An astronomy book walking.
The Sun got a little moon and now making the Earth.
Izayaa sutras are in the beads that bake betterments,
batter foes and
bathe a hulking Sun.
Say her flesh has too much light to be whitened.
Still, too darkened,
so much that spaniardized country folk
miss her in the spaces.
But I gots me a chiseled heart
like it loves me some trouble.
Carved by truths,
the blood of beliefs don’t be passin.
Clogged to clump cognition
the capillaries sizzled sight
on some kind of Fidelista with a figure.
And I couldn’t keep the math hidden.
Corralled her into my mind,
this gorgeous flower in a reef
surrounded by waters wise.
Savior of the Universe Now showing and proving Equality of Zig Zag Zig…
pig bad dig,
my flag sing,
Linga-yoni-stars let us begin…
And I love her and only wonders are created.
A pause for my soul, I need to sing…
Izayaa times ten
years to every mile,
a smile peeks out often
in this life of plight,