Reintegrate.
A command so volatile
So electro-magnetic,
Sometimes can seem, insufferable.
At the knees of regret, each day can  feel, like walking barefoot on a road full of stones.
Clarity seizes, the day guilt is accepted.
Retribution is then counted on your fingers.
Questions are asked and the source is found.
Awe of the universe weighs in.
Scientific reasoning fills the populace
And a new man is Born again, into the cold-breathing-heartless-darkness.
The soul is immutable and so it begins.

She who lives
I clumsily made my way in
At first I stared,
and a stare I received in return.
It's gaze felt loving,
"Easy friend", it said
"Easy, this white void is clarity"
"Nothing runs up these walls"
There's just you and your verse,
Sung only by the tune of your heart.
I told it of my great worries, my human doubts, my lack of courage.
This thing took form of a beetle,
At the moment of its metamorphosis
Almost Instantly, my corporeal mass was invaded.
Preposterous, I felt no invasion
I felt, resuscitation
I felt light, I had forgotten what it was like to walk on my tippy-toes
my body finally felt like my own.
the room now existed within me
My soul roared, and I felt happy,
But I also grieved.
I had made a pact with my verse.
That I would enter this room at least once a day
I took off my shoes and walked into the ocean.

Surrendered to shame
Left alone , to dwell inside a rhombus.
All my pain before me, a pejorative eye hollowing me into state of neurotic confusion.
In solitude, self reflection means a house of mirrors.
The air is heavy with whispers.
What is this cage?
My hands are wrapped around my knees. Why is it raining in here?
A sea of *****, having a laugh over tea.
I'm frighten, worried I'll be forgotten here.
Someone serves me a tall glass of milk, and I awake.

I long for a race to the moon.
I long for an embrace, this afternoon.
Soon our lives will pair.
And we will no longer deal with any despair.
A moment will exist
and our lives will begin,
under a candle tear drop eclipse.
The cold from our fingertips will dissipate,
and honest love will enter
and participate.

While you're Holding on to  memories
And Shifting to old thoughts.
You must remember that your mind will become into a prison, if you don't believe in love, and crawl outside of your box.
So offer your burdens  and I'll give you a handful of eyes.  
You will no longer be a comfortable liar, under any new  sky.
As your psyche calls for autonomy
And empirical confirmation.
I promise you'll be made whole and fatty, Without any reservations.
My soul feels tense And perceptions feel clogged
I hope to tie myself up into bundle,
So I can finally sleep like a frog.

What if we could see each other's souls instead of each other's faces.
Maybe we'd find that our minds are all in the wrong places.
Our eyes are rigid, and usually unkind.  
While our hearts are vivid, and can produce love until the  end of time.
Supreme human,
I Awake this light.
Massless entity
Let us intertwine.

You lay in my bed,
In harmony.
Your eyes are glowing,
In harmony.
Now that you're here I don't know how to live,
In harmony.
Your name warmly leaves my lips,
In harmony.
Explosive, explosive laughter.  
Tender ocean
Come drown me
I can't hold out much too long.

He'll **** you with a smile
Warm you with a laugh
And take you up on a drink.
Mr wizard, inventor of light.  
Bless us  with your sparkled teeth.
Let it be known that all nuances from your decrepit attitude are morphing us into herds of sheep.
Stop it.
You're hurting all of us.  
No one here came to see you bellow your heart out.
End of story.

As my shadow grows and my ****** hair thickens
My words soften, and become a contrition
My heart is frail
And full of love
I clutch my palms and hope the universe will send me someone from above

Laughs and whistles
Horses and doves
Crying hunger
Someone **** me already.

I'm shaking,
Startled, by my distorted recollections.
They call it the "Infatuated saboteur"
To most it exists as a possessor.
A single unit of energy made from the depths of negative creep.
It's a monster, no doubt
However, it may inspire a blessing.
Most epiphanies lead to reinvention.
A positive construct, mistaken for bad luck
Tirelessly made to show  true human condition.
Suffering.
it lead me to place as old as space-time.
We live within, we feel everything.
It says.

I've been laying here forever Drowning In a sphere
I can't remember the last time I shut the door.
Where did all this dust come from?
My eyes are heavy again
I can make out a few shadows
I need solace from the gods.
Perhaps a knife so I could pierce my way out of reality
I'm traveling on a cloud,  
panning my body into submission
Strangled, I need to light a candle.

Her fingers have sunk in
Leaving traces
Metal clanks, a hard surface
Man it's cold

Super imposed soul you cannot live here
Please no aroused dancing in the halls

Pick those chimos out of your nose already
Rally up the men it's time to tie up the noose
Everyone is strapped up, but lost within
This sacrifice deserves a whole afternoon
What did you say was on the tube tonight?

Boundaries

Everyone knocks
Most times with confusion
Elusive goats
Standby

Radio in, and call your thermometer
True forgiveness is a place unstitched
Endearment is a soulless palace  
Like a white painted cornea  

A phrase sometimes catches fire in the twighlight
Sparking madness
Spinning circles
What a drunk.

Slipping on his bathroom floor
Babbling nursery rhymes
Crying, crying, crying.
why don't tall dark trees read to us anymore?

Oh that's right, we won't stop skinning them.
We like it
when they scream.
When they bleed
When they nudge themselves over from exhaust-full pain.

What a sore
What a ******* fairy tale
What a joke.

I can feel your breathing Materializing inside of me.
The cadence of your voice, slowly lifting my body into the air.
What is this place?
Sapphira
You're light as a feather.
Anyone could disappear in your smile,
I sometimes eat with my mouth open.
Sapphira
This is a mistake
A dream within a mad house...
Someone is pulling my nose and I know it.
Have I ever confessed?
I love listening to the rain.

My eyes are closed.
I'm now part of a hatchery
It's dark in here
Oblivion is less than an inch away
My eyes open
Ambition co-exists inside these gusts shaking me awake.
You've  got to be kidding,
I didn't even get to choose.
I would've  been a waterfall,
Or an eclipse
Now I'm  being pulled inside another ridiculous idea.
I start sinking, I feel frightened
What madness.

Weakness
My hallways are flooded.
My pools leads straight into the earths crust.
I have a reindeer, his name?
Magnus
Keeper of perspective, keeper of my most tender emotions
I sink into  myself, understanding the functionalities of this metaphorical thing I have created.  
A God in the realm of my subconscious
Magnus, I hope this temple will hold.
Magnus, someday I'll **** you.

First I heard knocking
I felt a displacement in myself
Nothing mattered but the alarms wailing inside me
I had to cry
I had to
Idiot child I unearthed you to bring light about thee
We are both the same ******* person
We are of the same vine.
You sold me on your breathing

The truth lingers, worse its rotten
Crawling all over my bedroom, it  insists I won't ever be forgotten
Oh but with an army of you living inside me, I don't see a reason to fade out
Belligerent monster, hone in on my thoughts.
I love you, but I am ridding myself of this nebulous distortion.

Delayed consequence
Transmitted authority
You play the hand that reaches
The enthusiastic oiled machine
Begging for my blood.
I need my filling it says
Productivity is in demand it says.
My love knows no boundaries it says
I am worm stuck between dementia and cognitive reasoning
My emotions win every time.
I like that
I can feel everything.
That makes me feel beautiful.
Supreme and rich within the skin I live in.

My earth, my ears, my face, my tears
my lies, my thoughts,
your eyes, your touch

Her soul, his smile, her lips, for miles.
his curiosity, her modesty
both honestly,
loving,
one another, mindfully.

It's a center dream
Loose faces
Pasting the ones I want
I'm haunting myself
Not allowing  sleep to grab me  

A false beginning, ending with a middle. A nightmare now, transformed. I shake myself and try to suffocate myself. I remember I can't hate myself.

The pain leads me back to my grave
I've gotten used to a bed of roses
Should of known this.

But what  do I know?
Oh yeah how to pray
And how to eat
And how to love.

Can't stop asking
Whether this can be or not.
And when I do ask
I get happy and angry
Sad and lonely
Drunk and stupid

A crescent full of impurity.
A mind Full of thoughts and plasters made of monogamous beliefs.
You never once told me about the Martian moon
Look how it hangs like an eyebrow
Contrasting our duo souls into these drinking lips.
It felt serene, and necessary.
Incomparable with any waterfall
I have ever drank from before.
Oh but what a nightmare it is to fall in love and bathe in the supremacy of our lord and savior Kermit the frog.
Tonight I belong to all the wisp wishes left On your Oceanside cheeks. As I number this state of confusion, my homage goes to the dandelion blower.
May you forget me.
And may we both find strength and peace in this destruction.