Parties

[milo]

We plan parties to sneak into each other’s minds,
To feel, to see, to breathe human flesh.
They say one’s soul is dead,
That he/she is incomplete.
Intellectual pursuits keep life oh-so-interesting,
But do such pursuits take second place to the affairs of the heart?
They say her/his life was superficial, oh yes, annoying chatterboxes,
Or were they looking at themselves in a mirror?
She/he longed for the interconnectedness of life,
Taking in the joys of beautiful moments,
Breathing in the scent of red and white roses.
But, most of all, she/he longed to make someone their own,
To complete their soul.
What is a rich life compared to
Solitary confinements of lonely artists’ minds?
No, I dare not say so,
Not the clothes or the petty stuff we purchase to satisfy our desires.
But, like a tree, a rich life is rooted to all and makes all one.

sneak, breath, flesh, chatterbox, mirror, clothes, tree, rooted

the rest is crap

Snow White is a chatterbox
she'll tattle secrets to the breeze.
Don't swoon at her pretty locks -
Snow White is a chatterbox.
The flesh is sweet, a mirror talks
she dances naked with the trees.
Snow white is a chatterbox
she'll tattle secrets to the breeze.