Fair's Poetry

I seek her, who has finally found a dynamic bound,

Oh Ma'am, how I have waited for thee,

To see what love, could truly be,

Where mistakes are forgiven,

A place that is not a situation, but live in,

Happiness abound with us around,

Oh god, hear us, that happy sound,

Whose jubilant laughter echos here-after,

Blessed is the wise who prays to the crafter,

I wish to have bliss, love and sexual reminiscence,

Down to my fucking core and essence,

I wish to collar,

Not hollar,

To be chosen and not feel like I'm losing,

Tired of lessons and bruising,

Tired of looking and perusing,

People who are gruesome and oozing,

Pride, greed, and all the sins,

Not gonna see them as wins,

So it begins, the season again,

My god where art thou?