My brain ticks with a different kind of vigor
My brain licks at time, tasting new flavor
My brain thirsts for what isn't mine, nor my neighbours
My brain bursts at the dreams by a prickly Jailor.

Hail her, she mounts the mountains in attempts to see thee.
Completely unphased by the fountains that writhe beneath me.
I turn my back in revenge, revenge that bleeds me,
Dry of my vigor, dry of my fire for I am clay. See?

Mould me she said, with eyes deeper than gold strewn caverns in the beyond.
They perplex me, so, oh, so greatly they vex me, they stress me of concern.
I burn, nay, I am clay, so I yearn for this. Fair lady may I ask for one last kiss?
In my stead she kissed a statue instead, and left a mark, a deep copper red.

Goodbye she said, and she left the statue be, till the earth caved in, and so did the sea.
I cannot tell you how, or even of when. Or of when, or even of how can I not tell you?
Wow, I can tell you I saw a sky blue.
Or black, after Jailor's attack. Halt!

Stop dreaming! Oh please, do stop it henceforth!
I am mightily weary, must make trip to the north.
Lonely I have been, for you have not been.
So wake up and walk with that lop-sided grin.
Oh, what a tiresome companion you are,
Since I have made haste to journey thus far,
With you left behind after I had begun,
So pick up those feet, and away wierdy one.

Off we went, with my dreams in tow.
Whether I will have chance to taste them, I do not know...
But I know one thing, a something so grand.
When I next feel weary and dreary of hand,
I shall await to journey, that dreamer's land.

This love was an answer,
a resolution in the blackest night,
a shrieking of delight,
a temperance of fear,
the death of disillusionment.

Indeed, love is many things.
It is a whisper of perfection,
beckoning the emotions to supernova,
to hold the reigns and throw them,
into the abyss of pleasure,
shouting into the void,
"Take my control!"
so that we languish in security,
sipping the knot of kinship.

Love is a smooth, soft, brush,
upon the lips, tickling away,
bruises of bitterness,
fortresses of fear,
agreements of anger,
lists of loss,
pits of pettiness;
Yes, yes, yes,
love is a cure.

It is injected into the heart,
of a soul reaching for purity,
a soul reaching for hope,
warmth, and good weather.

Love is that white sanded beach.
It awaits outside your window.
The gulls beckon, flying patterns,
across the shimmering sky.
Clouds form all your favorite shapes.
The water is warm,
"Come in," love says.

I walk that shore sometimes.
I write to you from that shore.
Walk with me.

She says I'm funny,
She says I remind her of money,
Because I smell like I could buy her diamonds,
She's hooked by the way I'm nutty like almonds,
But we have problems, like dogs have flea's,
With every romantic notion, she splits and flees.

I don't know what it is about her,
I just know I can't live without her,
So I'm the druggie and she's the crack,
I'm hoping one day she'll take me back,
To a time that's close to a brighter tomorrow,
Yet the present without her feels like sorrow.

Oh, if I could have her for just one day,
Maybe the rain and clouds would go away,
To reveal a magnificent, shining sun,
So I can be Superman again and save everyone,
But I'm not lucky, I guess I'm not,
Because all she does is make me rot.

Like someone's favorite sandwhich left out in the cold,
I'll remember every moment with her until I'm old,
Because even without her, she's still my valentine,
The feeling of being inside her gets me every time,
Just make it happen God, stop keeping us apart,
I know she's the moon, I'm the earth, but love is art.

You have to draw the line between the dots,
You have to carve a groove in all the slots,
To get to the heart of the woman in charge,
Of your soul the one that's very large,
I hate this feeling, like, what am I missing?
A boat, the open sea, us... Kissing?

That's right, that would be the perfect moment,
I hurt her once, but that wasn't what I meant,
To do, that's why I'm telling you this,
Moments of happiness may feel like bliss,
However, when you meet the perfect one,
If she says something like, we're done,

Just take off and run,
As fast as you can,
Don't worry about the tears,
It's a part of being a man.

Some days, only sometimes,
I crawl outside myself,
To wander the world's wonders,
Peering through it, like a shelf.

I walk the narrow road's way.
Whisper, wispy, thin lies,
To lead those astray,
That don't see with their eyes.

Burning in the light of the moon.
My ethereal flesh is a sight to see,
To touch it is a mortal sin,
A taste would fill one with glee.

I am no mortal in this form.
I climb the highest height,
To know I cannot watch,
The ants, the world in fright.

May I spread my wings of burden?
Go where I am not wanted,
To fill the world with fallacies,
Mortify. Justify, the haunted.

Time has run out for me.
Dreams I can no longer pervade,
To paint pictures, 'pon pulsing skulls,
I hold a purgatory masquerade.

I must return to be full of myself.
As I watch the thick skinned carcass sleep,
To know that what I am,
Is a troubled man, pathetically counting sheep.

On the stage I took with pride,
I had seven notes to sing.
With passion they couldn't deride,
My voice was marveled for its ring.

The first was dealt with gusto,
The winds did chime and blow!
The second stunned them, lo'!
An excitement I did not know.

A trio and quartet resound,
When the fifth did make a sound.
The sixth went gracefully hollow,
The seventh took a great bound.

Now hear, all septet of voices;
Didst I bellow to great rejoices?
For when I woke, darest I croak,
Laughter; for my dreams were a family joke.

We are of the sea, she and I.
Like the oyster and the pearl,
She is the mother of our passion.
Goddess of the tumultuous ocean.
I can taste the salt on her skin.
Remnants from the pearls of sweat,
That bubbled from her vista.

I imagine she is a mermaid;
Her tail threshing,
Her hair, tentacles in the current.
Her body, glistening reflections of the sky.
Smooth skin, under my furling tongue,
The delicate scales on her skin,
Balancing the fervent desires I withhold.

Only a moment too late,
The fire dies, but again,
We’re swept away in a wave of emotion
That sends us careening towards,
Another plateau of ecstasy.
Once again, a tide of change,
Carries us, to a world anew.

We are of another world she and I.
We speak of the masks we play in life.
Like the lunar seasons, crescent and full.
How malleable our voices are, from day to day.
Yet we speak the same language.
No alien words do we trade,
When our tongues meet on battleground.

All is fair here, where love and war take flight.
Where sounds ne'er carry into the night,
Orbiting the earth at the whim of lust.
Our hands trade a different sort of trust,
When gestures are the only words we know.
We see the canvas of the earth.
The colors that personify life in full bloom.

We can paint the world in our image.
Clouds will spiral into tender lips,
And kiss the winds across the heavens.
The fields of the earth, shall burst forth,
Bouquets of flowers,
As peace shall be wed with humanity.
These are the dreams we share; she and I.