RAWEST-
most distorted synchronized bass lines measured in rhythmic tempos of head nodding neck shape shifting melodies that bounce in and out- resonate through you so much as a deep tissue massage; if loud enough.
a zen state if you will.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
I'm thinking,
thinking about you,
thinking about tea,
thinking about you,
My hairs getting long . .
back to the thought of you,
- just a little bit more than I regularly do. . .
and at the same time
a loss of many things,
including yet excluding my five senses
and thought perceptions.
It seems as I had stolen
the package Pandora should have received
-
instead of pain evil and greed-
I have stolen human kind of their
pleasant peaceful heaven plague free planet
for this package received?-
had given me a sense being-
The red liquid that circulated through each vein
had seized in place,
for that fourth of a micro split second
flowed rapidly at a furious pace
I became ALIVE!
beautiful aroma had a life on all its own
attracted and contracted every chill every goosebump
muscle and bone-
but I'm better than that
she needs not know-
that wondrous feeling of whole
or that I crave her . . and more-
at least not now.
I'm focused on her and
she thinks i'm a square
(scoffs)
what a miscalculated play
in the back of my head
I'm just like
what a square thing to say-
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
is certain to make you feel.
This touch-
with a simple, yet graceful,
small but significant,
c omplex and intricate
feel.
Oh- this touch
takes shape and form
in various ways-
-
her eyes
-
to and from-
she'd get a hit marker here and there
h e a d s h o t
and still had time to take out the handgun
for some overkill-
no mercy
-YET-
while he on the other hand patiently
waits. . .
She hid towards the sideline
wave once more-
Gripped hands as I wrapped my vocal chords
to reach every inch of everyone of her sensory nerve endings
-then suddenly reacts to'
"Hey! might just be me- but why do you keep tucking yourself away?"
"Reaching-for-something"
- she says . .
(corny hand quotation gesture)
-
for this touch was dawning-
yet it had already claimed its place
without any physical* force'Mmore* like grace -
streams by
-
with a side stroke of a shoulder-
all it took was leaning to one side
-
and i'm reminded
I am certain
I could feel.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
I don't know why,
but I wonder.
I wonder whether you! a six legged-winged creature
of beauty yet instinctive and animal nature.
-So amazing,
can feel what it is that i've felt.
Which i've had.
You know'? have a ravinous rage?-
in a concentrated kick
pounding as in MY rib cage
which allows you to move,
react, and engage
take place in your own reality
fly and crawl in your own little space-
is it really like a bugs life?
who knows bug
away you go. .
come back!
please once more-
gone with the wind
I see you fade further and further more
either you have no heart-
or love and love more than i understand and more
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC