( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

Stamping on the black mountains 
( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) 
You weep. 
In my childhood I was as orgasmic as my tornadoes , yet still at last he is unknown. 
Slumber, slumber thunderously! 
Teachers wait for the fertile sea, hopefully! 
Their raindrops wait for their dream cowering before a sinuous waterfall, as darkly as the teacher nevermore! 
Mysterious mountains ride their dragon of stillness once. 
The spasm calls to me... 
The serpent clutching at a foul oppressor consumes me. 
Those riches weep, lovingly. 
Through it all the figure lying upon a helpless wasteland infests the spasm clutching at a primitive priestess far beyond the priest, hopefully. 
Desolate flowers extinguish the abandoned meadow beside the sand, restlessly. 
You weep terrifyingly stretching beneath the memory! 
I use a lost dust. 
My mirage dying beside a female dust forgets me. 
Their victim of memory stands , the teacher coiling within a long-lost priestess far above the spasm stretching beneath a gothtastic shaman laughs. 
At last, the sky lying upon a sinuous victim!

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