you want love. you want a
a sense of self
you want
to sense something else
i need you
i need you to know
you've got it all
and we can thank God it's alright
it's alright to be out of control

oh oh my love
I was crushed by your velvet glove
Swallowed whole by the tombs in your marrow
6 feet under with insatiable hunger
I tend to wonder..
Where do you ghostly things go in your lifelong slumber?
The unknown holds the needle that contains the anesthesia
23 doses and the mystery lingers
Father turned my soul into a succubus
Dropped me from the precipice
Grew wings on my way down
Now I haunt your home town
Sinking in spacetime
Getting drunk
Wine and jazzy bass lines
Resonate from the street
Into ya feet
Until you CANNOT accept defeat
My weapon of choice is a voice that haunts the spirit in whispers
Ten fold
Leaking through the vents in your house
You're chest is a ghost town.

dystopian dream filled with wilhelm screams, in his head, perfection is bursting at it's seems. I the adviser, broke a glass over his head, blood all over the handsome head, my knuckles as hard as stonehenge, and we made love?

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PRESSURE - like animal skin stretched over the head of a drum,
my heart,
BEATING, like ancient hands, BEATING
an even more ancient rhythm, BEATING. BEATING.
tribal eyes wide, pupils bare, BEATING
with ayahausca or psilocybin, ibogain or some sort of villlage speed
BEATEN. BEATEN.
with dirt and herbs, a lion's adrenal gland to make the Super Amphetamine,
royal in it's derivatives
and it makes the heart BEAT BEAT BEAT
like a prisoner in the straight jacket of lungs it BEATS and screams blood into bursting vessels
it BEATS like the misunderstood youth of the 20th Century, the frenetic spirit HOT and LOUD
and lost...
POUNDING HEART BEAT NO MORE FOR THE NON-**** GIVERS!
leave it to the liver to filter out those toxic connections that evoke those dire emotions
arresting both the heart and the breath
IF I AM TO FEEL CLOSE TO DEATH
let it be because if I were to live any longer in a happiness, it would just be unfair to the rest
that if I were to live any longer in a happiness
the whole of my being would fold into the openness of my chest
IF I AM TO FEEL CLOSE TO DEATH
it will not be caused by a PANIC, a PANIC caused by a PUSH, a PUSH caused by discontentment, discontentment caused by impatience, and impatience caused
by the resounding WUBwubWUBwubWUBwub of a beating heart.
THE LIVING INSTRUMENT.
living instrument, sing to me what is meant
living instrument, can you forget
what once made  your strings as heavy as led?
what once made you wrench?
living instrument, twice as large as the machine in the skull, why do we bother with loving?
living instrument, are you solid enough to take this fall?

Feelings stray in far off ways
Bursting through streams of rain
Talking about our fantasies of choruses and refrains
Sleep versus the sunrise in our eyes
Stop our tongues
Chins picked up by the hands of the wind
Winding down with turned up lips and our gazes of bliss
Contented.
The pink of the tree blossoms saturated the night sky bright
Peach and ripe like our lives
Prime time
Silhouettes
The leaves dancing piroughettes
And welcome once more divinitys sweet wavering hellos made by the winds adoring cries

a seed in the tummy
you feel something funny
stems from that smile you smile so cunning
your arms reach under pillows
for something lucid and killer
the death of waking reality
makes your soul feel familiar
the water in your eyes feeds the vines that hold you tight
you're nauseous from the stillness
you can't feel the world reeling
doubled over with the feeling
and out of my mouth comes the living dream you've been cultivating
with the love that's been brewing in your eyes, your hands, your heart. That love is mine. That love is mine.
And you won't forget it, not even with time.
**That love is mine.