Je Suis Pistol

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Charging out from haze
Holding questions close
La Vie en Rose

Yet confident
And brimming with
Rosy white fire’s tint
Always willing to bloom

A pistol my protection
A life in rose reflection
Nuit de reve banners
Flowing above me

Muzzle flash
A fleur de lis
Cautious places
My wander sees

Lost in a titan’s realm
Intelligent design, a well
Spring of Fibonacci
Sequence labyrinths

Life in pinks and fractals
Following the trails
Mesmerizing glass so
Bright and fragile

Charging through the vegas
Below my banner Vega
I am pistol
La Vie en Rose




Birds in their barren boughs
Balance on branches breathing
Under beaten blue blanches

Breaching the contracts
Beseeching them in
Their big beech trees

Bellowing their bray to
Broadcast beneficence
By the brigand’s spray

Broken bottles
Buried beneath
Brave talons

Before bog-brushed
Boots belayed
Billowing booleans

Ballooning breeze
Bereaves the bandits
In the birch trees

Bags bubble and burst
Bifurcating bombs
Billow and flock

Bathos born
From brash

Building up
Bridges to be
Borne so bare

Branching from boughs
Blowing in the breeches
Of barren branch reaches