Set me down,
behind full mountain
tops, make me burn
yellow and purple
hues, while
cold moons take
honesty away.
Turn on false Gods
who paint streets in
neon, let the devil out
to play.
Soak up the sweet aroma
of tonight’s subtle game.
Let it strip you
of your innocent skin…
And let the games begin.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I can’t…your poetry is so damn amazing. Please never stop blogging! Ever!
weighty words. love your diction.
So love the contrast between creation and man made creation. great job!
This is so good! – your writing almost takes my breath away! Wow – new experience for me! Thank you!