Regal Thread Of Spew

I disallow you to ask me to write any of my poems. Like Unicorn's bound and ties such inspiration - is a nonsense. And now - I start to think of you any time I begin to write them. But only icons and their bloom - I dream to kiss in poems - only icons. I can't love writing poetry. and I hate it, to tell the truth. It's only karma what they heal. they are like regal thread of spew. In silence as a breastplate I will hide - that's what will give me peace and truth. the white light's here, God is justified, and it is sweet. I forgive you. you pin in me as a request - reality here, the whole weight of torment. and all this pain I have to raise - I am flying to verbiage. correct sound and rhythm in verse, suggested from above by Moses. it calms me down, it will burn. But such enjoyment: I don't want it.