Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches.
The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion.

I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand,
seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood.
Your caveats no longer reach me.
But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does.

Each loss is a new vulnerability.
A subscript, for a long past bludgeon.
The only whisper that still holds,
is the one that tells of your past love for me.

Sometimes when I rise out of the nebulosity of my ego, I can see  dead leaves on the ground.
Above I feel formless, Uncrippled by any  precursing contingencies.
Disturbances are nullified by the rising and falling of my breath.
I am no longer a keeper of anything.
I feel as I've been left to float inside a vacuum that requires the complete disassociation from anything that I have ever known.
Everything here is gentle, && welcomed.
vibrant and healing.
perplexing to those that aren't ready to let go, salvation for the many who are.

The best kind of people are the ones not afraid to tell the truth.

The best kind of people are not afraid of showing vulnerability.

The best kind of people laugh with infectious glee.

The best kind of people make a stand and work out love or for the possibility of it.

The best kind of people shed themselves of filters (judgements) and fall fourth straight into arms of possibility.

The best kind of people sacrifice in the now for a better abstract future.

The best kind of people are wholly selfless.

Feather bound beauty
Collected inside my dream, a stream of tear drops are falling down your cheeks.
Your eyes like wells,
Your lips like tangerines.
I brought my heart tonight so that we both may have a goodnights sleep.
My intentions are honest && gutted from the purity of my soul.
All I wish now is to hold you Evermore.

The hurt you sold, the hands you left.  
My body feels cold, my mind's a mess.
I can feel the earth, I can feel the wind
So I know, I'll crawl out from within.
I've had enough of my stomach,
I've had enough of my breath.
I'll sink my feet into the soil and burn on without any regrets.
I'm missing the innocence, i'm missing your fingertips.
But most of all I'm missing your  soft countenance.

Bare shoulder,
Kingdom of giggles.
my love grows nobler,
with each caressing nibble.

Coalescing, subterranean dimensions.
Expressing, my loving ascension.

Lips of affection,
my heart is stuck in a parallelogram of contention.
lost in reverie, no hope left for me.

What's inside of you, is also found inside of me.
A child, full of vulnerability.
Never safe, in a jungle full of uncertainty.

Sometimes, a voice is allowed into the fold.
Words Spark Embers
Love leaves Smolders

And in the moonlight two  souls are Adjoined in a single sight.

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.

My longest moonlight, pack your things and leave.
All my memories have been shoved into an evanescent dream.
So fly on like a zephyr,
fly on please.

The moxie, the eccentricities,
the lovely retreats.
The embraces, the symphonies,
Take it all,  please.

canvas sky, full of love.
may my body morph into a dove.
i need peace, i need steel.
i need to  rid of all the feels.

This space is tender.
Every inch, a ubiquitous sense of peace.
A gift, found under a bedrock of a beautiful smile.
A gift left over by the warmth of your hands.
I'll always remember the little things.
The steady acquiescing sound of your voice rippling through my spine during a midnight conference.
The simple, but warm vibrations of your childlike laughter.
Your nervous eyes seeking cover from my gaze.
Here's a list of my demands.
Here's a list of my emotions.
Finally, sanctuary under your soft lips.

Fall
I scrape
my knees,
and pick up
my soul

Rise
i breathe
heavy and lose
control

i own the night
i own my dreams
the right to live
my only
scheme

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.

Here we are
In a closet,
protected by intimacy.

This is not a reflection,
written on sand
nor a message
left on a mirror
by salient hands.

With a phrase
I will release you.
Into a room,
Without judgment, or breath.
Without a scream of worry,
Or an island of regret.

This is love without witness,
The most naked of vulnerabilities.
The self-seeking, all seeing periphery,
Truth.

I'm afraid, these hands that hold my ego are shaking.
I've been inoculated by a dangerous romantic. A feathered creature whose ghoulish eyes seeks for ME.  
Me, the serpent hiding in the grass.
Me, the one in the mirror.
The one in the echo chamber, considering less the repercussions.
My vulnerabilities are embarrassing,
My insecurities are medicine for disaster.
Under the layers  I find a rune,
This one says honesty, && kindness
Is that you laughing?
This one says  tenderness && tranquility
That was just a dream.
This one says I'm in love with you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 found you,
In a cavernous room holding onto a single ember.
You were small white and so delicate, Lost in the dark.
An unwanted man, left to drink a vile concoction.
One of duplicitous bitterness and maniacal laughter.
Those were days without pause,  
All in an attempt to effect a wordless reconciliation.

Warrior
Take a knee,
You hold on,
And breathe.
You can dream in color now
Your guise,
chiseled of sprit
Will endure.
Your love,
Will replenish.

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.

Hair on your face
twinkle on your nose
beautiful lips & a heavenly soul


i feel myself squint
i feel my heart melt
my love begins & and my arms give out

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.

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.

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.

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.

The path back is lost.
In all candor, it's my own behavior that i abhor.
This troubling state, this drunk inertia.
Is no commodity that deserves praise.

For a troubled man, full of sores
will end up crying alone.
many thanks to my bedroom ceiling, and the fractals that play in between a quick intermission.

Repulsive, obtuse, pompous, deaf, dumb, sweetheart,
ill set  a candle for you
i swear, i swear, i swear
i  accept you (myself).

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.

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.

In the night I am joined.
A drink summons a row of faces,
unrecognizable they come to me as penumbras.
A swirl of half crescent grins and grimaces cry out in pain.
I am ****** into a hole of submission,
here are all the allegorical creations living inside of me.
These things stand tall, bare and judging.
Laughing and watching as I fall into a bottomless grip called “inevitability".
Breathing raw, dank ideologies.
Manifesting nasty, stubborn idiosyncrasies.  
I am freed by another drink
And the pleasant reality
that sometimes moving on
means laughter.

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.

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.