try me
fly me
ride me
guide me
please exist inside me
who are You
where are You
when are You
what did i do
to unreal You
i can remember the exact smell of the moon on the moment we met when all the midnight's might was unable to claim the clouds becuz they were ringing Luna in a silent cresendo of impossibly minutely perceptible dance moves and She was illuminating them, infusing them, imbuing them with Her essence and i swear to this day it was You orchestrating it, the conductor of my waking dream looking completely deeply within me and screaming a whisper which claimed my heartbeat as Our own, doing so by placing Yours inside my chest to mingle tingle melt meld as my mind knew exactly what was going on despite its stunned disbelief and it was singing its own silent crescendo of JOY
who are You
where are You
when are You
what did i do
to unreal You
maybe it actually was a dream
perhaps zero times upon a time
was i fully complete
suppose it's possible noe times upon a time
was i truly happy
what do You hear at 12:34am
when the only sounds are Your thoughts
what do You see inside your eyelids at 3:45am
when You're only looking at Yourself
what do You sense at almost-dawn-AM
when even the wind waits to hear the sun appear
maybe it's me
perhaps You remember me
perchance You feel me
remembering You
maybe we weren't meant to adventure together forever
perhaps i was supposed to be wrong again
be broken again
perchance this was meant for clint
pennance paid at the toll booth
taxes overdue at the soul booth
when sadness
becomes sadderness
trying climbing up the drain
i seem semi sane
tho stupefied from the pain
what's that moon?
you're producing another swoon?
performing perfuming another miracle in June?
mayhap i'll be deaf to your tune
but yet I sense something a moment out of reach as if a wave is almost washing my beach, a hint of the scent of a caress a request an urging an inspiration a personality a mind searching for mine to teach and learn and share and stare to explore and relax and laugh easily even when we were struggling against the tide
maybe i was just remembering something
which never happened
or perhaps just hasn't happened yet
try me
fly me
ride me
guide me
please exist inside me
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
when She's kissing passion into me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when Her body's pressed so tight along mine
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's riding into ecstasy with me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's bending over for whatever reason
grab squeeze those biscuits
when we're hiking/running
and She's just in front of me
grab squeeze those biscuits
when we're standing in line for whatever...
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's wading in the waves
in THAT bathing suit
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's lining up a putt in mini golf
that perfect **** in a mini skirt
grab squeeze those biscuits
when She's stepping out of the shower
wrapping Her hair in the swirl of a towel
grab squeeze those biscuits
when you're spooning naked after the swetest hottest ever lovemakig
or waking up
or the middle of night
or whatever hour she nuzzles your neck
grab squeeze those biscuits
when you've been married for fifty years
and you still Love ALL of Her
and She still digs your ****
She'll grab squeeze those biscuits
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:10 PM UTC
i have no idea what this rain is
red?
grey?
acid?
soul blood?
mind meh?
heart burn?
Summer rain
warm wet pain
Winter sleet
the **** complete?
Fall fall
leaves die and all
Spring sprung
weeds from dung
today's word is ****
not *** making love sweet luck
just ****
armageddon
apocalypse
every feeble fruitess flirt you've ever done
dying dead decaying on your lips
almost excellent
it's really just ex-clint
all the peaches are rotted
disease spotted
why are you still talking
or are you attempting singing
cancerous words spat from a tumor-riddled throat
choked out past that merely muddy moat
did you dream of this in your delightfully dreary dredging days
soaked drenched in the worthless wonder of your whatever always
fruitless fruits are your words
wasted whims untasted on limbs
in a barren bone orchard
suspected
or unexpected
doesn't ******* matter
one way or the other
doesn't unshatter
doesn't cease this rain smother
**** it
sometimes you just have to throw pebbles into the sea
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
joy pain
ecstasy agony
confusing enlightening
selfish selfless
squishy
messy
gorgeous four and a half steps beyond belief
more than maybe the bestest source of relief
the scent sent all but unbearably sweet
that tears holes **** yet makes you compete
the smell of eucalyptus on the breeze
when noewhere in sight are there any trees
a full moon in the midsummer sky
on a hillside holding hands on an endless night
or a playful full moon in the bedroom
ere you put out the light
alone and lonely
crying beside the sea
noe sound and noe rest
as a tree falls in the forest
blood
bruises
brokenness
a heart beheaded
a blooming flower deaded
a star blazing for billions of years
a silent siren song everyone hears
the best way to be crazy
where it's at, Baby
the exhilarating taste of mint
the thrillating of the perfect denouement
essential
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
Donna's Gone, I'm So Sorry Kelly, My Brother 6-26-20
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
except the son who still shines on
and her spirit is still here
you'll feel it more each dawning year
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
i noe, i noe,
but alongside the pain,
walking hand in hand forevermore,
all her blessings shall remain
sometimes Angels only stay so long
and tho their passing shrieks of the universe gone wrong
You shall always hear/feel their song,
and realize they believed that You are strong
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
yet somehow you shall go on
and then someday you'll lift your gaze up on high
to see sunlight shine on her wings in a suddenly glorious sky
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
just so you Noe
all i can see is her face
or the feeeling as i first saw it
i hope my heart stopping is merely a pause
please let her smile at me santa claus
people don't glow
they just don't ya noe
**** She has a body-deep halo
and each and every itty bitty bit of me was spurred inspired to grow
physical emotional psychological
LOVE doesn't allow you choices
IT grabs you ears heart mind body with ALL voices
i was siting there on the lawn, most of my mind long gone, wrapped inside itself and the beatings this brain had been subjected to, from without and withn, when the blood pounding, seeping, easing it's all too casual way out of the peripherals of my eyes, had given up on berating itself and foucsed upon convincing the heart about this whole continue beating thing
i was sitting there upon the lawn, but she was already long gone, less than worthless, screaming inside myself, lick my own eye blood from my fingertips, feel the nevermore caress of her lips, the i can't understand this flip-side land, let me out NOW before i go beyond sideways somehow
how is this possible
i'm already intimate with almost all the probable
and exchanged so much exquisite with the improbable
please let this be possible
i didn't even Noe yet who Dali was
but his melting ice cream is now my world
milady, i must not name you just becuz
my heart may burst from where it is hurled
maybe it's just another day
but mr elfman didn't come to play
and it turns out i'm free
she wasn't singing for me
except all i can see is her face
or the feeeling as i first saw it
i hope my heart stopping is merely a pause
please let her smile at me santa claus
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
Been a while 4-15-20
i've already written these things
and they still don't matter
i've alerady ripped off these wings
and fallen into a shatter
the dreary drops of do or do not do
are merely evaporated dew
and wherever is my there
i'm finding it hard to care
I require a kiss
a long sensual merging
deep in my soul I need this
lest empityness keeps emerging
music batters me with memories
emotions brittle me with memories
she's still right here
they're all still right here
clouds cruise across the moon
loud in their silence
used to make me swoon
now it's just violence
ice pick to the eye violence
tired
burnt
my cat matters
love her purrs
everything else is just whatever
another drink
some same old think
it's just whatever
one more step towards forever
I was wishing upon a star
for a star upon thars
but I forgot what I meant
and thus goes clint
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
2b or not 2b
what f'ing apartment am i in anyway
she sits with the blade at her wrist
to slice or not to slice
that is the question
the decision
lives hang in the balance
hers first and foremost
others on the periphery
but only just barely
they die if she dies
just slower
they bleed out thru empty eyes
just takes longer
the razors edge is ambivalent
it cares not what it cuts
i've never known if the blood feels the same
does it wish to remain from whence it came
dead eyes are just that
dead
extinguished light
never to be relit
the color is still there
but dimmed
dulled
empty
eons of empty
eternities of empty
do not look overly long into the depths of that well
Lassie shall not arrive to rescue you
you and Timmy are just ******
buh bye *******
the noose is the razor's soul sister
the missus to an evil mister
we need both blood and breath
evicting either is equal parts death
the wind is always cold
when a life's final tale is told
like there's a hole in the river
when there can't even be a hole in a river
but somewhere in the almost back of your mind
you remember sensing that sliver
and trying for a moment to focus on it
but it was gone in an instant
she's not coming back
nobody returns from that hole in the river
not once
not ever
you want to go there yourself
scream your soul into the face of that hell
explain exactly how it should go **** itself
in ways they don't even allow in hell
there are memories running rampant in my mind today
borne of both blood and beauty
all those things which made me me
every single ******* one
very much not okay
eidetic sux when it rears it's ******* head
that's why i tried to make it dead
beyond any ability of mine to control
some of them are hateful hurtful
some are almost okay
****
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
Georgia Palmers
ducks in the backyard
quacks in my head so hard
transcendentalness only carries you so far
Then there are Georgia Palmers at the bar
how much wine when whim is mine
will convince me Clint still feels fine
cuz all of her jugs haven't helped so far
Glad there are Georgia Palmers at the bar
the Jester's tears still fall
they ******* flow bro
i Noe i should be better y'all
**** sometimes ALL the evils i still Noe
I wuz born this way
I tried to **** it all away
**** the words rarely leave me alone
and every word has an emotion/memory all its own
there are trees with leaves rustling above streams
my Brother Bob and I running beneath them and beyond
I wish I had never become engulfed in the screams
cuz once I heard them they've never been gone
Carla Kristy Frannie
all dead before me
is the only reason I remain
becuz I deserve this pain
I miss you
and wish it was me not you
i'm tired sometimes
I hear you in my mind sometimes
there was a tree with a rainbow above it
guitar drum crescendo everyone love it
cancer killed the tree
withered the rainbow
suicide stole the crescendo
sometimes **** it is all I Noe
oh well
You fell
i fell
oh well
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Alone
lonely
nothing happening which matters
nothing left from which to shatter
the jester's tear ducts are apparently dry
noe more blood with which to cry
supposed to be dead once more
as has happened all those times before
I can still feel her
hear her
sense her
just there
the gentle scents in her hair
this world is very not fair
she's barely beyond my fingertips
so close
whispering to my lips
oh wait that was years ago
or maybe months from now or so
I Noe nothing anymore
except that mt soul is sore
wait, did she ask my name
I was just late, I still cared if she came
that was actually the only important part
for this night or the current version of my heart
nevermind
it's noe longer mine to find
I guess I gave up that right
I seem to have forfeited the fight
I remember some stars and a sliver of a silver moon
we were walking on some silken sand in our 2nd favorite month of June
her eyes
her eys
never seen anything like those eyes
have you ever lost and found yourself in those eyes
tired
mired in tired
and as I exhale yet another breath
I hear the familiar laughter of Death
old acquaintance, this Death fellow
far from our first hello
his reality has long been with me
usually decades too early
they leave...I stay
they ******* die...I've yet to go away
seriously, they always ******* die
i'm Midas except not gold, die
they cease to exist
I somehow persist
they were pure souls
I'm merely a pure spirit
my Father's father was an *******
deserved his place in a 6 foot hole
My Father was a Better Man than I
although I Really Do Try
and some say I'm better than I think
live my memory dreams and tell me what you think
I'm kind
there is sweetness in this mind
kitties doggies and bunnies love me
**** it tomorrow will surely be another day
and I have a cool pool
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC