My eyes they ache
from the swole set upon them
through night.

Sleep was sleepless
awake through an unconscious
labyrinth of dark adventure.

The tears were bestowed
upon me.
For they were a symbol of my biggest fear.
Fear of a blasé attitude
of adventure
beyond the Alamo.

The salted water that flowed that night
was I
trying to walk away from the truth.
To pretend I did not hear.
But the river upon my cheek knew, it heard.


The tears they were hours of fear.
Screaming.
They knew.
Those tears held the future.
They held the knowing
that we too
will grow apart.

My mother is the wisest women that I know and for me she has a vacant heart.
And she always told me that the nice girls are the best ones at breaking hearts.
From the past I kno that she's right and that's the crazy part.
I guess that's why it came with a disguise and it kinda had a shaky start.
The bond gets closer and he likes it that's another crazy part.
Yet that same past still got this boy replacing parts.
She knows the truth about it all so he can't help but play the part.
Most his friends know he ain't never really played the "baby"part.
But that ain't how it started it actually had a crazy part.
But how it started and how it is, the crazy start not even the shaky part.
But while it lasts they both gon play they part.
His main concern is this not ending in breaking hearts.
"She loves me she loves not" I got a flower breaking parts.
I'm so close to her I'd be **** if we break apart.
But it's just love holding us togehter and sometimes I think she gon break the part.
Yet her words make me feel like she doesn't kno how to fake the part.
And puttin all my trust into a women besides moms is the fakest thought.
I should do it for her or at least make the start.
Hopefully that don't rock the boat cuz I wouldn't wanna shake the arc.
Once you cut to deep you can't erase the scars but the perfect picture is in creation so don't erase the art.

The cold wind beckoned, 
And caused the leaves to come alive,
Dancing around the bushes.
Rustling softy,
They fell
Golden
        Brown
                  Red
From their branches
To join the piles below.
The trees were shedding at
An alarmingly fast rate,
Shivering their layers off
With every gust of icy air.
Their long, brown trunks showcased many
Knots
      Twists
              Turns
As they reached for the
Ominous grey clouds above.
The trees swayed in unison,
Shaking their branches
To silent music.
Even in the thickest part of the forest,
Where the trees have
Tangled their wooden arms togehter,
There was still a
Strong, undeniable sense of Loneliness.
A Whisper of forgotten moments
That I did not Dare disturb.

"Hey Soul Sister"
"Am I Wrong" to ask you to "Stay With Me"
and "Let Me Love You" and allow me to give you
the "Best of Me" and the "Best of My Love"?

You are my "Diamond Girl" and I "Adore You"
I want to give you "All of Me"
You are "Simply Amazing" and I am in love with you.

I don't know when this happened or how, but I
am so glad that it did and that we went to
"The Other Side" and that "Everything Has Changed"
between us.

I want you to "Let Me Love You Until You Learn to
Love Yourself" the way that I do. I love you "Just the
Way You Are" and I love all the "Little Things" that you
say and do. One of the things that I love about you is that you
don't even realize "What Makes You Beautiful" or how beautiful you
truly are.

"I Want To Be Your Lover"  "Tonight" and for the rest of my life. I have tried to "Leave You Alone", but just cant. I want "Your Love" now and
always. You are my "P.Y.T" and I am "Ready" to make you my wife.

"I Choose You" and hope that you "Say Yes" and continue to
make me the happiest man alive. "You're Beautiful" and "Your Love
is My Drug". It amazes me how the sound of your voice and the sight of "Your Smiling Face" makes me feel. I get "Butterflies" when I know that I am going to see you and my heart literally skips a beat when I
hear your sweet, **** voice.

Sometimes I ask myself, "Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?" and realize that I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. I think of you all the times, but mostly on "Two Occasions", day and night.

I love kissing you and seeing you when you "Open Your Eyes" and look deep into my eyes.  I always "Remember the Time" that we first took a ride in my "Spaceship Coupe". I want you to "Marry Me" and
I look forward to having me "Take Care" of you for the rest of our lives.
I also want you to give me some "****** Healing".
I think you will realize that it's "Not A Bad Thing" to be with me and that "You and I" are going have an amzing life togehter.

I love you so much and cannot wait to be with you. 30

You hand in my hand
Togehter
I like it
I like your eyes
Dark brown like you hair

The end of an era, the end of the pain,
A promise made to each other that we will smile again.

Our love will live in each others heart forever,
But it's not enough anymore to keep us togehter.

Ten years have passed and we are hurting each other more,
Weak minds and bodies our hearts both sore.

Here's to the future and I hope this is the right choice,
I'll miss the tenderness of your touch and the love in your voice.

Hi, you up?

I'm a curious person
I gotta ask, I gotta know

What's it like
To hug you from behind?
What are you like
When there is no one else around
beside me and you?

I hold you now closely
In my mind
To my chest
Upclose
My face in your hair

What’ it like?
To hold hands , your skin on my skin
What’s the taste of your lips
When we kiss?
The taste of your neck
As I am doubling down?

Experiments of chemistry
Are conducted in the dark.
Your pretty face blushing
Your perfum in my nose
Your neck plus my palm
The rising tension in between
Laws of attraction
What does it all add up to?

To hear you breathe,
Your whispered words
To hear your mind shut off,
Your voice slip out
As it grows louder and louder
And finally give in

Give up
Surrender your controll
To me
Give me permission,
Please
I beg you
Let me take over
Let me take care of you

Green light, red light
Lights out
Now switch

Oh to just trace your curves
To do it
Over and over
Up and down
Again and again
Togehter and apart
You have me mesmerized

What’s it like for to time lose it’s meaning?
To get lost intertwined
Inseparably?
Our feet to be indistinguishable
From each other
From the end of the bed?
How soft are your thighs?
Careful I bite
Will you leave your marks on me?

Please,
You have me on my knees
Before you
You have me
All of me
I worship you women

I’m actually nervous
I hope I don’t bore you
I hope I’m enough
For I’m already lost

The shape of your breast already imbedded
The memory of us forever burned in my mind
As a precious little thing we did back then
Do you remember?
Will you remember me?

It takes the breeze to cool us off
Drenched in sweat
Sunk in each other
The magical hour
When walls fall down and secrets come out
When bonds are formed
In the cover of the night

Time to rest
To fall asleep,
Wake up next to each othe in the morning to come
Togehter?

Tell me
What’s it like?
To share a cigarette,
Coffe in the morning.
How do you take it?
Black, no milk no sugar?

Let’s go for a walk.
Let’s eat, I’ll cook
Let’s do it today, tomorrow and the day after
Till days turn to weeks
and weeks to How-was-your-day‘s
Tell me.

What's it like
In the night?
Laying next to you?
What’s it like to wake up
next to you?
For now and ever?

What are you like
Upclose?

Cutie
What I'm saying is
I'd like to take you out

/rome didn't make it this far, north, or east... pride of the english resides in its authentic latin script, i.e. without diacritical implementation that other latin-revised nations adopted... shame, seeing this global shamble... or rather: sham'b'oh... what made Cyril revise / revitalise the greek script!? naked england... masochistic crux bearer... with a time reference of 0... in kantian terms: a denial; let's just stick to the mop of hair, bleached, in the political theatre; i.e. told you: johnson!/

eastern europe...
                                              now...
th­at really ****** me off...
considering
what's emerging,
i.e. the western bloc...
i don't know why it pissess me off,
but i am adamant in stating
the case...
             isolationist
f. d. r. ****-buddies...
     can't escape the monstrosity,
reiteration of the existence
of lithuania, latvia, estonia,
finland,
                 the bleshazzar's feast
that's belarus...
east, as if there's something
inferior, needing a "coming togehter":
just look at your own ****-show!
happy? thought not.
you know my weakness,
       as a weakness,
it's biased on the basis of a term...
              quasi-continental people,
i.e. the english,
              island-people...
island-dwellers...
hobbits that ransacked the whole
******* world,
and cannot mea culpa
their "beloved" christianity...
          ****'s stinging?
yeah... it bites back...
                   pauper kind...
     keend you *******, schmuck!
tough, isn't it,
to inherit what's synonymous
               with pride!
but believe when i say:
hard to catch a west african...
   how to craft a genesis?
                 ******'s too agile!
and if i catch one,
it's a gullible speciment!
why don't afro-americans take
to leisure, visiting africa
dumb-talking the macaque monkeys
fathoming a shadow
           on a balcony?!
no ****** will tell me why,
and O why...
                the afro-h'americans
do not attest to spend their leisure
time in fra-frica!
  too polluted by europe?
              guess you the prime
cheese in Yapan!
          speaks with a 12",
                   but with a tongue about
the length of a nano-metre.
oh i looked a monkey in the eyes,
didn't see either darwin or
an african...
                 what i did see was Loci...
and you're attempting
a halfbaked hunchback reiteration...
no, that's not a compliment.
i have to look down on
the english to simply look ahead...
they can have the meridian divide,
but sure as ****,
they ain't the bellybutton people
of this world...
            let 'em have their island...
people already recognise them
on holiday,
        as the most, unruly drinkers...
cite Ibiza...
              cite majorca...
               you'll breathe
an ancient past into a modern greek
with the way you're stressing
"origins"...
                        i can only love
the english, by addressing
               a contempt for them;
reverting to their own maxim:
             you have to be cruel, to be kind;
the english are far from not
                 exercising contempt.