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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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).

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.

This afternoon,
of soft spoken secrets.
This afternoon,
Of arms and tracing,
Stone white symmetry.

Small laughs,
under the quiet summer rain.
Burns a flame,
In my gut.
A Hopeless chorus,
bereft of prayers.
Shoot me down,
I come in peace.

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.

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.

You are,
someone else,
something better.
Something worth of living and loving.

A sky free of judgement,
A land full of green.
An air of honeysuckle,  
A bite of tangerine.

A soft hum of roses, A rising  tickle of joy
A kindness without any poses,
A lover ready to deploy.

Spoken gravitas,
words only ever to be heard once.
Nothing endures forever and so it goes.
A Secret alphabet developed by two.
A voice that carries warmth, raises a smile and lives to perpetually remind us of the moment(s).

Desires queued and ready to wither.
A language derived from the stolen warmth off of my fingers.
To become the unfamiliar, familiar.
To love madly under the autumn moon,
and lose all reason.
To ingratiate the self, is a desert never to walk out of again.