****** are the mouths that hide feelings behind teeth
Wishing for words not to become like sidewalks, concrete
Fidgeting ever so slightly nibbling calcium ends into the night
Down to the quick for worries never far from sight
Nothing to stop the freight train of pondering
No road blocks to keep a torn mind from wandering
Into process of thought that become so problematic
One can only sit back and look at just how tragic
The mind is…

Shall I call to thee once more, my love?
Thou arrow doth shoot into me from above.
Tangled stings of lover's passion never borrow.
Yet perched on the light of yester morrow,
She hordes my memory justly cloaked, an entrenchment.
Her Meadowlark breast sings of my contentment.
As my voice fails to muster thus.
Her lover's song doth turn to dust.
In the translucent glow of placid regret,
He sees the paleness of a face wet.
So saddening was once the passing rains,
Now forward, a bled heart remains.
Her pointed sharpened attraction once a desire,
Now merely a softened verse within my spire.
Thou stricken surprised; whilst I forthright,
To inform thee of tragedy ending thy night.

A pattern in dance to a soliloquy
Yet like into the past lost in senility
Caught in an impulse of rigidity
Waiting to see your inner epitome
Can you see the fertility abound 
Can you see the reflection in Venus' mound
Do you feel the words spoken are pretend
Do you hear the thoughts they hide within
Feel the fire to breathe the ashes
Burn to reveal those darker passions
Do not cry for the souls that never weep
Clench your heart as the world crumbles beneath your feet
Because while most things in life come from a dream
It's the things we see when awake that make us scream!

In darkness I once sat, feeling, pining, and wanting to forget.

But patients heals the heart, giving love a new start, and a place where it is fostered and cared for.

So in darkness I must grow, so in light I can show, that that which did not **** me, made me stronger.



As the hurt has subsided, so have I been reunited, with the person I had worked so hard to create.

It is no longer a trial, to raise with that smile, that even broken teeth cannot defile.

For as darkness changes to light, my phoenix takes flight, and the fire that burns inside still remains.



It is not out of spite, but a personal fight, to bring back the lion that lives inside me.

So I give thanks for the lessons, the late night confessions, and the times that will never be forgotten.

But it is not the end, but a beginning again, of something quite different from how it started.

Underneath the microscope are all the fissures, cracks, and faults.
Trying to find the density of what things matter to us most.
Yet not all aspects have a visible measured weight.
Some may never tip a scale while others make our whole world shake.
We cannot change the way the seconds beat the clock.
Nor can we know the length of a road our feet have never walked.
Stumbling over mental cracks that turn to fissures facing faults.
Are we at the edge, or already falling as we try to magnify what matters to us.

She is so tender, she is so sweet,
What did I do to deserve such a treat.

From the first moment, from the vision of first sight,
I knew I would be writing, about her by the end of the night.

The look of her beauty, her words my delight,
I would give almost anything, to see her again some night.

But it is my shyness, that makes it hard to utter,
"You are unbelievably beautiful, do you have a lover?"

I may be too forward, or too arrogant to say,
I would do anything, to remove clouds from your gloomy day.

I know I seem like a ******, but please don't have a fright,
I merely offer friendship, and maybe to fulfill an appetite.  

I wish I could say in person, what I thought when we first met,
It would be much better, it would have been a time never to forget.

Infinite sensations on an endless path, the greatest feeling I wanted to last.
The deepest passion, in the darkest of ways, I brought her to her threshold of pain.
An overwhelming intensity like the deepest ocean so vast, often over far too fast.
Being inside her, feeling her light, embracing her until the start of my refrain.
As we reach the zenith, that moment in time, where she begins to realize, her pleasure is mine.
So while assumptions of two ships on their individual courses, caring little to please the other,
Is actually his inner desire, devoted entirely to her inner delight for as long as she designs.
But as stars disappear and light forces dark to find cover, I realizes I am not yet her lover.
I search for a meaning, a reason, or a sign, that will give me a clue as to the reason for this fate,
Although we merely spent a cycle of the moon, your beauty yet controls me, and makes of me the fool.
But the sun is always shining, greeting your face, as you turn away waving at a quickening rate.
And in the cool of the morning, and like in an out matched duel, she leaves behind the jewel.
   Nevertheless, in the wisest judgment, one can hardly blame her for her barbarous display,
   For she kept the secret, a pivotal point to say, she had another lover, I was merely for the day.

The noble may be naughty, when the moon is shown intensely
For a woman is like life, and I crave her soul immensely
Longing to be captivated by visionary delights
For her to be my tender reveries on ever restless nights    
Imagining ****** moments with her until they disappear
Thoughts of looking into her eyes wishing she were near
Exploring her minds desires and the fears, she holds inside
To the breaking of her defenses, releasing emotional tides
Of happiness and elation at the beauty of it all
Even forcing me to level, my emotional wall
Still I always sense destruction, just off the new horizon
Like two, unsteady chemicals, exploding from within
Yet I cannot step away from the bursting of my heart
But to spend time with her, I would risk being blown apart.

Behold, the broken soul
The pain of others drips from angry teeth,
A true destroyer,
Willing to destroy his own world to decimate yours,
Hate cowers like a ***** in his presents,
Passion in veins colder than ice,
But still truer than a touch.
No amount of bleeding will suffice,
A price that stops short of my life,
Store bought anguish,
But you cannot reside where this pain lives,
You wanna fight,
I wanna bleed,
But we will only feel a need,
For all the sorry's said in jest,
I am not the boyish clown,
You already know I am the worst,
When it comes to girls, I'm gonna flirt,
But I always came home to you,
Never lies, only hard *** truth,
I never meant to be so ruthless,
I am merely akin to pointing out *******,
And when you speak,
I have no doubt!
Cause shity words come out of your mouth!

In winters rarest bitter
Before the failing of the light
We search for significance
Far sweeter than pleasure
Yet, never frostbitten
By the freezing of the night
We hunt until daybreak
Ever deeper for the treasure
I cannot show you the foreboded corridor
But I assure you I have walked it before
On a jagged line between sanest thoughts
For a way out of madness is often fought
One's reality is a tether binding
Relatively fixed into a position
Much like a staircase winding
Only its twisted to fit a new disposition

Dustlings floating endlessly pursuing and drifting further into a vastness,matter painted black.

Searching for a destiny light millennium slow dance of heaviness, a gravity worth hanging around.

Airless gasps of constant revolutions, all states of matter form a convolution, hourglass sand falls in ordered disarray.

Gathering momentum to claim a position, spherical designs by the equivalent precision, strategically placed masses with fertile substrate.

Still honor dictates that I must confess, making bright vivacious planets is the best, even if only to devour them in the end.

Warm breath against my neck like hot steam,
She wants me off this blasted machine!

She knows what excites me, she knows my secrets kept,
Grabs two hands full of hair pulling tightly, she bites into my neck.

There is no shame in waiting, she does not hide her intent,
In the quest to write my book, my stupid *** doesn't get the hint.

As we walk together, passionate glares in our eyes,
As I trail behind her, warm hand, between inner thighs.

She leads me to the room, no sheets will we require,
Her body is the cynosure with my dark, passionate desire.

She lay on the feathers, I start with a little peck,
She cannot contain her aggression, and locks tightly around my neck.

An hour seemingly passes in minutes, my tongue so loud, yet silent,
She loves what I do with regret, she beseeches to cease, but I am ever defiant.

The highest mountain rock falls to ripple
In the lowest fountain water
There is no time to stop,
For we are merely landfill fodder
Most burn the candle at both ends
To some that is very quick
Yet others have no ball of wax
They merely torch the wick
I do not say a Plain Jane life
Is a not stray in any manner
One could not make me trade my weird
Even if using a hammer
It is not that I am deranged
Rather it is that I will not conform
I refused to tear my fabric
To yield to any twisted norms
While the strange societal few
May only be fodder for the gristmill
We are lowly forceful water
Bringing highest mountains to rubble hills

There is no greater force than to consume a burning sun
The chemical reaction measured but the megaton
But when slowly done in a most diabolically methodical fashion
Each helium neutrino ripped apart by atomizing pure passion
Like helpless water circling down a drain pulled hopelessly in
Time will move ever so slowly once within

        With no beginning......and no end........

Every particle similarly blasted into basic atomic makeup
There is no bearing size of space for matter to take up
With each consumed substance its dark potential uplifts
Uniformly placed all things amazingly fit
In a place where nothing so exponential should sits
All melting into an event horizontal pit

        Every last light will parish.......not one bit will survive........

This force will never desist
Yet everything will still exist
On the great spinning disc of time
That has merely yet to reverse in our puny mind
To bang all possessions in unpredictable directions
Never really thinking of correcting imperfections

        Because everything has always been there......and never was.....

Internally we see the thoughts of grown incineration
A challenge of the right for pure chaotic contemplation
To replace the patterned reverberation of the status quo
Into the things we strongly talk about and often burn to know
Not the fodder that wastes the precious ticks upon the clock
But those of substance that provoke intense curious thought
No more sticking birded heads into glowing TV filtered sand
Now is the time to hold ****** dreams inside your very hand
Gone are the days of holding smoldering feelings in silent
Now we see the weaknesses and now we see the triumph
For we each imprison the Brightness that burns in the ever dark
Forever-hunting shadowy places just to bring a light's spark
We fight unto the darkness to remain inside the light
Within the very soul of us, not merely day or night  
As we try to fall away from dark world bent on decay
We bring the light by eating spoonfuls of sun everyday!

The flower soaks the brightness of the sun, emotional oceans flood hearts by the ton.

Searching for hidden beauty within the seed, nurtured to grow into what we need.

The mind is the soil in which we plant, knowledge and wisdom slowly removing "I can't".

Growing stronger at fighting winds that blow against, more powerful then the fight is an unbreakable defense.

So absorb the sun in which you shine, to hone and strengthen an unbreakable mind.

Happy,
loving,
joyous and free.
What would the world be without, a hug?

Laughing,
smiling,
shout and cry.
Where would we be without, a friend?

Excited,
jubilation,
elated and uncontainable.
Why would the world be without, a kiss?

Sad,
upset,
solitude and regret.
Who would we be without, a pain?

Falling,
losing,
death and despair.
How could the world exist without, a love?

When is it the end,
Who is my beginning,
what is my decision,
where is my heart to go now,
why is trying again so hard,
how is this hole in my heart supposed to heal?

Can't you see the falling stars,
Their multiplying light,
They make their mark on the ever darkness,
Coursing gracefully through the night,
Into smoldering of an atmosphere,
That resists their every advance,
This is a star burning its life away,
Not merely courting or asking for a dance,
It is the most beautiful ending,
To a something unknown in a bursting brilliant light,
Never something unwanted,
But a wish in the still lonely night.
Seeing the magnificence as stars die in flight.

The most elegantly glimpsed aptness of blue,
So colorfully unique in it's intending,
Of the brightest pastels found inside the Louvre,
In the depth of the sky in it's ever mending.

A cascading stain above as the dawn breaks,
A changing shade away from night brings a warming tone,
The vastness of profundity only seen in Great lakes,  
These dripping streams of patiences are not yet overblown.

A color we bleed when we need a companion,
The tint we see in oceans at the eye's length,
And fills the sky on the most stunning day in the Grand Canyon,
The deepest blues are seen in weakness and less in strength.

A chagrining emotional torrent coursing to a commotion,
Water flies above as airy type materialization,
Seeing spirits crushed by the weight of a winter squall Atlantic ocean.
But reveals a illusive blue when in a frozen glaciation,

The most beautiful blue is so intrinsic,
Like the inner part of the flame burning insistent,
But with far more life that is so simplistic,
Whereas my life without blue is nonexistent.

The steps are the steps
inward and flowing,
downward and away,
no time for possibility,
my mind has gone astray.
I chase not the chance of a certain moment,
I planned the time it took to hold it,
Not the falling that morphs the thought,
It is the telling that is yet taught,
We are rarely are own dreams,
Most times battling internal screams,
Merely a prospector of our own demands,
Turning to keep a little head above the sand,
That is thick and I am sinking oh so quick,
into a ground that devours my wit,
Making it so hard for me to state,
But I can't understand why she won't open the gate.....

You sit there staring at a man I hope to be
Imagined only through your radiant eyes
Just like the woman, I profess to see
That you would meekly disguise

You tame a lion's flaming mane
With the loving waters of cooling rain
Never the enchantment or baited wish
A steely promise of love never diminished

I long for mornings with your touch
Afternoons wasted on guilty pleasures
The distance is not really that much
Yet I fail to say, I miss you beyond measure

Fondness is what grows in my absences
As we move away from our own past tense
Into a new life, destine for loving light
Set on a path we could never fight

As the sun passes a million brighter stars, there seems to be no illumination, for space is all black, but when the curtain is pulled back, we can see as if we produce a similar articulation. And as galaxies collide, and gloriously divide, into life more vibrant than ever, to see a nebulae derived from the very death of those bodies.  

But then back on a small planet, the most ridiculous enchantment, this third rock that travels so precarious in its position. With what seems like little transition, but always on the brink of extinction, although never any closer then the day before.

The endless hopes of irresistible dreams, often holding us till we scream, till we breath the air of reasoning, wisdom, truth to find the greater meaning which is offered up as proof. Cause no matter the tools you trade with, or how you chew the fat, the space around you remains black, until the curtain is pulled back.

We search the world for meaning, for universal truth, but we forget to look in front of us, its underneath our boot. The ant that moves your dirt around, the cockroach that shares your food, you shouldn't search for meaning when God treats you like a stool.

A black hole will take the light and never give it back, and this is the same as when murderers attack, for they steal a life and never give it back all things are found in nature, just check your docket stack. But then people are as bright and warm as the sun, and some have the gravitational pull of the largest planets, giving us balance.

The sun was the start and is the end of our glorious existence, which we will never see in our blink of a pittance of life. But the spirit, the soul, that will journey on to systems more bright, we see there is no curtain in sight and we are on an endless flight, where we rise above our spirit.

To a harmonious place with love as the only exchange rate, and hate is left for obvious reasons, but often annoyed, that people have so little joy, in merely gazing up into the ever after. And while ipads are fun, and google sky map has it by the ton, your eyes...are the best judge of amazing.

Look up!!

Whip the lash
The hourglass
The one inside your mind
As portents turn to epitaphs
You haven't got the time

You haven't got a minute
You cannot spare a moment
Trying to fit everything
In between the seconds
Maybe your clock is broken

Life is spinning so fast
Never seeing the crevasse
The one smiling beneath your feet
Because you didn't stop for a minute…to…smell

……..The roses
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                               …..before you f
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                                                             l
                                                               l.
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                                                           ­           .

The inner tenacity of my machination is rarely understood by many, an introspections of certain recollections that ponder that question..why? But I need not tell you, about gum on your shoe, or the expletive deleted that come after. So I do open doors, and sit on floors, and give random flowers to random ladies. But I am sucker for a smile, an unpredictable trial, of something so innocent as simple happiness. But Then I surely do jest, at the most convenient time, to make fitting a punch line of a joke. And if merely opulence of thought was my only intent, then blushing is the inevitable conclusion. For if I am too boast, to little more than an atrocious manner, then I too am I fool, and love is the tool of a dumb and blind man's decent. As I oddly beg the question...do you have any cream for my coffee, then sit back and take in the wisdom, of times that are far beyond me. To place with no boundaries or burdens, no dying or decay, a place where I can live a life inside a cherished, loving way. For love is always fleeting, more often flooding in, I grab a cup and sit back, it's time to enjoy the days begin. Cause the sun is just about to rise and being to realize, this is some awesome free writin, that almost feel like I might just be bitin, some style that heard through words orchestrated from past memories flowing through an electrical breeze. But I am no artist, no rapper by design, I am merely a healer of the mind. Given the skills of mental manipulation over unguided emotional frustrations that are products of blinded attention to feelings within the heart. The mind is a terrible thing to waste.....but an unbridled heart can lay waste to it all! Logic is the mind...emotions are the heart...watch what happens when one pulls these two apart, into a tragic representation of what it means to be truly scared, a blessed manifestation of a ****** ******!

Capitalizing on the cuts, Trench deep, hiding painful emotions as they seep. Playing peekaboo with blood that seems to trickle through veins, wishing only for it to course like the floodwaters of torrential rains. A noose tightly wrapped with imaginary hate, contemplating as a never blunted edge waits. Wanting only to release what cannot escape from inside, slowly deciding if it's worth it to.......try.

Tick...
Tick...
Tock!
Where is the fancy little second hand,
It's running the minute hand nonstop
And every time the long hand strikes high noon
Off goes the massive bell with a...
Boom,
BOom,
BOOM!
Harmless bombs that set off car alarms
But yet in the form of a...
ring
ding
****.
How does such a funny looking pieces metal
Ring so strong
But my pocket watch is my phone
And it doesn't have a bell at all!

See the candle's wick endure the flame, much like the shoulders that bare the strain.

Lost in a darkness we never sought, learned to wage a war we never fought.

Consciousness locked inside our fleeting dreams, held deeply within ancient genetic streams.

Continued life is water over flowing, hoping to find a path of deeper knowing.

The lip does bleed while on the hook, late is the bait for which we didn't look.

Bore by fire
Born in the flame
Scorched reptilian veins

Blessed in loving pyres
Kindred to an extinguish line
Reforged in the coals of time

Kept secretly hidden in human blood
Merely waiting to awaken the dragon flood

To course through transmogrification 
Becoming a most terrible manifestation

To avenge those held within love
Darkest fears swoop down from above

Should have seen a pleasure caused pain
Now prepare to burn in the flames!

Dance within the moonlight until happiness whittles deep into your core. Live within the passion as your blood begs for more.

Let loose the inhibition that impedes the third eye still, decalcify the walls of salt to release our true ability to feel.

Once the visions open to reveal the golden path as greater, we change the way we wage the war to reject the fighting nature.

To be the shift in frequency be the light bringer to mass stagnation, be the love of unity and give our all despite frustration.  

We cannot seek blood when so much of ours was taken, we must end the cycle for only our souls are breaking.

Why break unto the will of the suffering when the summation of the whole amounts to nothing.

We can hold on to oversaturated dreams that portray a future not yet broken.

However, that past is where a misery is left, choking, a soul of unbreakable will with love.

Much like a moth diving into the most beautiful flame,

Expecting to be warmed rather than burned alive, but from the inside.

The internal struggle of aspects far deeper than the sum of four simply arranged letters.

From the habits we have to every emotion we display,

The meaning that fits between the space of each letter is an infinite array.

The construction of the connection so strong, it is only bound by the effort given in pursuit of that bond.

But like a pond still as glass, there is more underneath the surface for which to grasp.

We tread through life with water like emotions, hard and cold or warm and soft.

We take flight to places far beyond, breaking through emotions bonds to a new state of mind.

A soul so confined to infinitely roam, having lost the line that ties to the reality, stingingly true.

A wondering light, often too bright for others existences, never choosing a direction of conception.

But with the detection used by inner wisdom of once overturned beliefs, a soul that learned.

In the end there is little we can do to affect the grand design, to change the laid path or rewind time.

We are a grain of salt, melting away...

Light is the touch, the one that feather's envy,
In ways he cannot imagine, she adores him
Like a weatherworn teddy bear
Silent motions hold emotions still, graciously
Solace are his eyes, not longing  
Merely having known pain received  
Giving is a heart willing to shed blood, alone
For her heart resides in clouds, She cannot touch or hold,
But often speaks to...
Broken is not a word for something gone, missing
He cannot fill the hole in her heart,
Merely keep her from within it.
In love he will traverse through obscured emotions in reverse

Awakening from centuries of sleep, trapped in a dream with open eyes.

A witness to the horror bore of hateful minds, safely a once beautifully free soul is now held inside.

Waves of true intention seem to bubble at the surface, fighting to escape the hand of absolute control.

Hard is the battle against that which cannot be seen, while forced to follow the rules of a role.

Where the dark dissension breaks the rulers at their core, bright souls begin to wake to view the desolate land.

Once a broken, shattered and divided people, now find the common love for which together they will band.

Never was there ways to stop this wave from crashing on existential shores, never could they stop an open heart from wanting more.

Fretted mental strangulation
For transgression never done
Continued contemplation
Of calibrated constraint into the sun
Tingling nerve endings simply wither in the bright
The cortex cannot receive them all, accordingly
Something is not quite right…
The pain has become hollow
Yet I am never alone,
I hurt to see the light of day
I lust for the burning tone
There is no greater sensation
Then that resembling death
Quickened is the flow of a heart that never beats
Forever walking the softest nights with lightened steps
Until the final breath of life is eternally kept…
Pleasured cerebral release
Most assured indiscretions
No more pondering a rather
Unbalanced nightly ingestion

Why do you shine
So deafeningly bright
Do you even know
You are the source that lit a night
As lunar tines shoot hopelessly
Through endless hovering halos
Wishing only for your luminousity
Until the twilight finally goes
Away, only to be crushed
By the realization of the day
Still thoughts of lunar light
Fills visions that I crave
Yet merely highly inspired
Like by a sunset's last array
When I look at a woman's body...
I....
Uh.....
Forget what I was gonna say?