Rain's pouring
Sun's rising
A coffee he's brewing,
greets like a kiss and soft good morning

John Mayer's playing
Dancing, twirling with his shirt I'm wearing
Now the pancake I'm smelling,
Is the fragrance I've been craving

Side by side as we sit,
Sudden laughs, that night was lit
Not to forget how we kissed an armpit
and those naughty dares, so hard to omit

Memories from last night...
Endless shots, little fights
Photo snaps and blurred out sights
Surely one for the book worthy to write.

Hot Springs bubbles
Like acid melting my skin
Deep breathes dissolve away
Any memory of a physical being

I ponder this existence
Brought to a boil, in transience
Like magma, I am liqufied fire
Reaching out as far as I flow

Head first, nostrils flaring air
As it rushes up, I dive deep
The weightlessness of freedom
An expansion robbed in flesh

Narrow eyes surface at
The impending departure
To the land of the living
To the land of rotting

I stand frail as water drips
Down a tired composure
Only wishing to return
To the bed of lava beneath

I should have listened to my gut
Felt so sick and starved that I wanted to give up
I just wanted to erupt
My mind went through hiccups
Laughter is my pick up
I promise to listen to my gut

Inside machinery lies
Grey metal gears of all size

When everything is aligned
And all is right
They slide past another
Each tooth holding on to the other

The gears inside my machinery however
Could be in a condition much better

Bent and broken
Some circuits don't turn
Grinding and grinding
For relief they yearn

The grease that allows gears to slide
Should be maintained
There should be no grind
No grease should be as black as mine

But black can look alright
On a backdrop of white

When I press a page
Against my gears
The most beautiful patterns
Tend to appear

Screaming midnight chimes,  
hidden alibis illuminate your crimes,  
ferule moonlit beams of light,  
recoil in the shadows, glowing in white,  
shaking soul in the twilight zone,  
kicking up dust as you run for home,  
emotions take you by the hand,  
scatter away like the desert sand,  
cold trip in a purple haze,
eaten away in the last of these days,
haunted,  we are all haunted,  
ghosts of the past gnaw at our thoughts,  
searching in vane for safer ports .