Arborial Dream

The tall tree is oak. I run my hand around it and begin to view the canopy. He is divine and is haunted by the demonic faces of Columbine. I touch your toe with ballet and say run away. The tree you see is tiny oak. Be careful before the Jews and Blacks give you a stroke. I help, you swell. It is merciless here in hell. That spot was what they got. Clamydia is behind you. Now we work on HIV. I run to the sea and you swim after me. The universe has turned upside down. Greek leaf head dress. It is now Roman with your dress. They siren and you capture a moment almighty. Sex is the ex. It is time for chastidy. You will be hunted just like me. I love your tatoo. I will now take it from you. Lie here on the blanket and look at the canopy of the tree. Why are you so nice to me? Because I can be, I say. Keep all visions of white black away. Make Dakota Fanning pay. She is now KKK. As we look up, you call me buttercup. HE is in vicinity. You grab my hand anyway. We are gonna make those fuckers pay every day. Love is not a prophecy. With me it is reality. They can take me away. I need you to play a melody, in that dream state, on piano. You will see what can be. My hand is yours for a time. I rhyme to block out their telepathy. No hear, no see. Your hand is so tiny, you say. No your hand is big. No sex can beat this, is your musing in this moment. Touch is important to me, but the cost is too high. I sense a setup and I blame you. I know, but I just submit and handle it. Your eyes are in my head every day that I wake. I feel a gentle way. Why do I hate? Harry William coming through. They want to prove that you are retarded. Hate is a fixed state that shows that a person or communities have crossed the line, especially violent for the last time. Superior is our accord here under the tree who wants to be called OAK actually. You are now linked by that word to the CIA. If you utter it, they will pay. Turn on your side and place your hand on my belly. What do you see? I see a melody that can be. It is piano inside of we. You search out venerial disease. You will not find that in me. I see you in a baseball cap. It is time to hit a ball or two. See what picture that will give you. Your IQ is genius, but your hemispheres are cut. You now mumble in your sleep. Think of a slip and slide that unites your mind. It is okay to feel loyal, but sold to another firm. It is safety for me in this time of the satanistic rings. Touch me there and I may scream. Know that this is not just a dream. Pagan hell brought on my Dick Cheney, and the "wise ones" of your industry. Prove you are superior by perfect silence, perfect still.