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.

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!

What's this?
I feel,
This warmth,
I feel beneath my breast.
I cannot seem to hide it,
But I think it's for the best.

The dark has been so long,
Still I feel the need to sing a song,
I know there's nothing wrong,
But I cannot help but moving along.

I see,
The sun,
It is so very far away,
I think I will run to meet it,
If only for the day,
I guess I have to wait right here,
Good thing sunsets don't cause me tears,

But the light is just quite right,
I hope these good feelings go on all night,
Until the darkness turns to light,
Just another bumpin party and we're doing alright!!

There is no speed
No distance vast
Strong enough to exceed the blast

The beauty has no singular compare
More like all things combined as one
One that no words could possibly share

Yet when staring at the burning heart of dying star
There is cool, calmness that evokes compassion
In all beings as we forget just who we are

Deep within the shattered matter a singularity birth
Set to feed on an umbilical meal of helium fusion
Never an illusion to the mass gravitational worth

A neutron core wrapped in superheated love so tightly
Yet a billion years is a moment death
To a hydrogen star that shined for many so brightly…


……….BOOM………

The mechanism cracks to seep the hidden timelines pulse
Broken are those cogs that keep the generations close
Weakening are the bloodlines that forcefully hold post

Vibrations free the frequency that emit the colors unseen
Crystal structure memories laced inside a cognitive dream
Light confined in gravity while sound waves break the stream

Shift into the dark matter as being bound in nothingness
Collide into a particle as are pieces we cannot miss
Locked inside a calcium we are told cannot exist

Dripped into an hourglass are bits of supernova sand
Trapped within a reality of qubit artificial brand
Loops of endless insanity of a type we cannot stand

But where are all the opening for which we have these keys
Who has covered all the places that are kept with a freeze
Feel through all the changes that roll like cooling seas

For there is no tomorrow in the breaking of today
I am just a construct in a selfless vision of decay
Lost inside a firmament that a broken matrix can never relay

Ballistic relativity within a causal space
Broken is the glass eye of forever
Compacting melancholy reveries ******
As star streams descending parish beyond night
Ephemeral are the inner feelings and sensations
Articulated when we are alone…vacant
For if, a star falls was there ever any color at all
Or was there no bother burning bright
Landing is harder then blazing out
Because every star will crash
It is all in proper maintenance
Who cares to drive the machine?
It is not just who or how you get there
More about how hard you gleam!

The point of no return
Anger fills the sight
No more controls set in place
Aggression runs with a fierce right

Set aflame by emotions
Fully coursing through a soul
Being slowly ripped apart
As it refuses to fall in the whole

Of rage and destruction
that once held tight
They comfort with hate
And pain in the night

But as one half rapidly falls into darkness
The other craves pure illumination
Because while evil can never wait
Purest lights have infinite patience

So while the scales may tip
Into the murkiest of waters
The truest hearts will never slip
And drown in fruitless angers

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.

****** 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…

The illusion set before, so magnificently made,
It is for this very reason, which I have not staved.

There are aspects we will never know, some we do not care to witness,
In this world of so many lies, truth is more afraid in the darkness.

All this smoke fills the land, as we peer into our own mirrors,
Attention drawn away, from the problems much nearer.

Looming shadows in the blackness, cancel all our dreams,
Making maniacal monsters, as they feed of broken esteem.

We make our own cage, while whispering about frustration,
Bashing head against wall, in a never-ending occupation.

The only release from this monotony, two blinks called a weekend,
But every day is a battle, the middle of the whole has been weakened.

Still we rise every morning, putting on the same boring face,
Because it seems no matter how hard we try, it is still the same rat race.

As she runs through the forest, smitten with excitement, she passes tall pines and even fallen pines, in an effort to find the lover ahead of her.
He walks in a daze, as if stuck in a daydream, rendered useless by the magnification of her beauty and the way he feels with her arms wrap as tightly as she can around him in embrace.
She stops to call his name, never thinking of who, or what, else may come calling instead, for she does not fear the woods, but the thought of never seeing her love again.
He begins to become impatient with not knowing the locality of his precious love, and he begins to quicken his pace in his most confident direction, feeling only with his heart.
She is having indecision in her selection of direction, and doubts her current course, stopping again to ponder the true path she should take....creeping thoughts of the forest come after unfamiliar noises arose.
He is in full sprint, looking franticly in each direction as he runs, yelling her name with each possible breath he can spare, sure to find her quickly reserving no vigor for potential encounters.
She is starting to despair with the thought of being lost and never finding her prince, she cries such tears, that she creates a stream with the tears for her lost love.
He begins to tire and feels distraught over the whereabouts of his love, he know she is alone in the forest, and in his anguish stumbles upon a stream, he splashes the warm water on his face washing away grief.
As night falls, she begins to realize that she may never find her love, and she cries harder, until her tears and herself...become the stream in her bereavement
As shade covers all, he sees her in his heart, but fears he will never see her again, and to avoid cold he finds refuge in the pools of the warm stream....becoming a tree in his sorrow.
Ages pass...a young boy sits at the base of a very large tree and watches the stream of the warmest water disappear into the tree...living together forever...one is the purpose...the other the life.
The tree cannot be without the water......but the water is not needed without the tree...

So, just how ugly can you get,
stuck between your tongue and lip,
the rudeness you display,
and viciousness you let slip.

But I am no angel,
even if I harbor the name,
yet, I do not need to be rude to those who under me, remain.

Being the better person,
does not always mean walking away,
it means watching what you say,
and what you verbally ******* think!

If a person takes the time,
to lend what they have to say,
take a moment to listen,
give them the right of way.

But the kindness in my heart,
wants to beat your funking ***,
cause you lack solidarity,
and a single ounce of class.

Because all I see is rudeness,
that you relay your inner heart,
and this makes you the weaker...from the very start.


Rudeness is weakness.....and one day I hope you see,
that due to the way you act,
Love will never be given for free.

Listening with all senses is the key
But all picks do not always fit all lock
Tell me what your heart sings
Reading minds is a matter of habits
Failing are chances to comprehend

Tackling a friendship is like an ocean
We have only to choose a direction
But as it is with the universe of time
We may travel a straight line away
But will cross paths again, one day

And yet, I have broke resistances before
Hated as I walked over the threshold
As I pose like an irresistible dream
Not truly aware of my affect
Or to an untrained eye it may seem

Complicated are my actions in a day
But predictable lacks spontaneity
Bubbling through outward placidity
Holding on only to silent lucidity
Never seeing the unique nature of the mystery

I always miss your presence, when the sky is clear and the sun shines so bright,
and forever sleep so soundly, when your thunder gives others a fright!
You are my patron power, the strength I command with a warriors cry,
You may not be the father, but I will worship you till I die.

My Norwegian blood calls, to the longship and coldest seas,
I long to sail as my ancestors once did, and put my restless soul at ease.
I offer my devotion and ritual now and again, and you have always helped in every strife,
Although I'm not a warrior and never killed in a fight, I am a scholar and defend knowledge with my life  

I tested your power, when I wore a younger mans shoes,
Now I see your tenacity, and I know I will never lose.
I wait for the day, when I pass into a forever tomorrow,
For I will be in Valhalla and in your presence, there will be no sorrow.

Days gone...
~~~~~~~~~~
Pining loss forget,

Brain won't stop hurt regret,

Wound, warm, loving heart,

_____

Left open...
~~~~~~~~~
Rip gut, torn apart,

Modern man, without any thought

Crash course self destructs.

_____

Metal...
~~~~~~~~~
Music string steel play,

Smoke filled echoing halls thus,

Passion cheer rage core.

Mountains cloaked in misty fog,
Far too invested in holding up the sky,
To crumble.

Light burns the frigid frost,
As the pale moon begins to fade.
Lonely is the moss that witnesses,
These vaulted measures of pain
Through suffering.

How many pebbles,
Make a mountain strong?
Or do the people ever realize,
Their propensity?

Failure is a game,
Each person will play
And despair is the summer grass
In which we lay.

For there is no retracting,
The violent light,
As hope burns screaming
Through a lonely night.

Standing at the edge of a shattered lake of despair
Pondering the notion of how little people care
Not such placated sentiments as hollow as dried up bones
But those that tear at the soft bellies of what one might call home
Time will test the measure of any who withstand the wind
Knowing that our greatest strength will always come from within
We cannot always see the future by relishing in a past
Hardly do we see our own dreams coming in last
Yet there is always a bright light in a tunnel standing black
Often there is a turn point...for which there is no coming back.

She whispers to the wind
Like a flower seduces the sun
Making promises to the rain
Lost in all that is beautiful

Breath a thousand moments into one breathe
Wherever the humming bird lands, so does the sugar of life
Taste only what we value and nothing less

How does the sunlight hold its sway over all things
Effortlessly like a child's grasp
Can we even know an end
Or do we walk this plane forever.

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.

Cast a line into the sea to fish for best intentions, yet caught a snag adjusting drag in a perceived divine intervention.  

To the singularity as we strive to meet the source, infinite prosperity as we ride the ripples of atomic force.

You cannot catch a moment if you never caught the wave, how can you exist in unison if you genetically forgot the way.

Dip into the chasm where inertia lost its motion, gliding on the gravity of a million raw emotions.

Held and gripped by symmetrical lines
Into forms virtually incomplete
Capsized by a separation of self
Gone unabridged to calculations
But I count seconds like sheep
While the rest of you weep
In a bed utterly soaked
In transcendental dream work of the lost
Still a pitiful sigh is given
To the most vicious lie never told
Held inside patterned breaths
Not yet realized by a focused soul
Bringing down walls is a constant exercise of fear
Blankets of memories do not hide truths unspoken
Lips do…

A peacock arrives with no feathers on the dawn of broken human density, held only by the gravity of the mind,
In flux with all things,
Your possibility is your demise,
And yet a pathological transformation is accruing without the thought of that which is neither action nor reaction but a passion of interactions with the universe that is grasping to put you into her infinite embrace of wisdom and light,
To planes far greater than petty beings can imagine on a merely three-dimensional abstain.
Contemplate to step outside your brain.

Crows tell lies to magpies about lazy black bird who spy on gentleman
Whether the rain falls in drips or sheets it’s gonna affect your mood
Car tires sound like waves if they pass in rhythmic succession  
Though each still lacks the depth of pure water crashing
Rainy smells a constant memory stream that floods
Do magpies care enough to wonder the truth
The way those warm kisses felt and tasted
Does the crow really fly in the rain too
Are my car windows down or not
Why would a black bird spy
Oh look, it’s a clear sky
Tell the magpie bye
Goodbye magpie
Rains all over
Best we go
Watchin’
Crows
Fly

As I watch you sleep, you wonder through vivid dreams,
This must be the reason for your kicking and muted screams.

As you slept, I held you so tightly, even though your naked body excites,
Which is a blessing on cold winter nights.

But as morning creeps in and the light starts to begin,
I create with a tiny lick, the most arousing sensation.

And as her vestigial legs slide so easily, I being the lovers embrace,
Bathing in her ocean of taste, great emotion fills her face.

"Oh, I am sorry sweetie, did I wake".... "oh no my dear, I did not want an oversight,
For a wish or a dream in the night, a touch so softly, there is no fight.

I figured I would stir you in the seeking of a snack,
But don't you worry a little bit, just relax and lay right back

For there is no greater act, then to lick our passionate parts so sweetly,
In between your thighs, while I drive my tongue so deeply.

But what I do with my tongue at midnight, when there is no one around to hear the yells,      
I would go into more detail, but a gentlemen never tells!

When I look into the sky I see forever
Wary clouds of the infinitesimal kind
Water may wash the dirt away
Wind can lead a heart home
Wisdom wants to direct the path
While instinctual feet trudge on
Wild are the hairs pulled premature 
Wasted on a sense of needed advancement
Waging enraged regret for oats poorly sown
Where have all the past time gone
Were all of the nah sayers wrong
Will the breezes cry my song.

Lost between a daydream and a trance, feeling through a warm summers night rain dance.

Many words can make a story true, but words do not always show the real you.

Not always what we see is a thought, learning how to truly feel was never taught.

One can always hide behind what they say, but the emotions in the words can give you away.

A trained heart will know where to look, not a subject to be found inside a book.

One must search for how to feel, part of the lost art of telling what is real.

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 ****** ******!

Trapped in a helium glow of iridescent isolation, in the terrifying grasp of convalescent irritation.
Nevertheless, it's the complex grin of a mechanical computation, not some abstract will of a medical complication, but the laborious equations of a most difficult accusation.
Now you can swim through a black hole, or ride a surfboard on a supernova, but a white dwarf star will slow down the ball speed of Anna Kournikova.
In an instant the universe could end, but it would be so fast we would not see until it came back again.
You think your real?
The sands of an hourglass steal the time you say, but you're the one that plays, no.
That expanded feeling you get, when you realize the universe as gotten larger...or made you smaller...in an attempt to understand its own creation, experiment after experiment.
One never thinks to understand their world until it is crushing down upon them, baring teeth, going for the ****; only then, is understanding important.
A trillion suns shine in a billion solar systems in a million galaxies and then some, but a single kiss from her lips, could break apart Calypso.
Within the dark matter, memories and patience lost, we have never diminished our flame of will.
Savage endings frayed in the  yesterday dust....memories twice scorned.