i just saw you fall out of love with me
there.. i saw it
in your eyes
just now
one minute you were talking
and you breathed in
and then you breathed me out
you breathed me out
you blinked
and when your eyes opened
i saw that little spark that kept me so warm
had died
it was gone
and you laughed still
pretending you didn't feel it too
but i know you felt it
that silent hurricane
you laughed
but there was no song
i heard nothing
where there was once a symphony
lay just sheets of music
and in that very moment
the record crackled to a finish
you carefully lifted the needle
and our song was over

Alice entered wonderland
and was amazed by what she saw
kaleidoscopes of wonder
behind every single door

The characters she met there
were often mad and fast and lazy
big and small, cats and hats
weird and sometimes crazy

But the one that should be feared the most
was the spaced out caterpillar
upon his magic mushroom
thinking he's a lady killer

Offering his bits of 'shroom
to all the little girls
hoping they would take a bite
then for him do pretty twirls

But really he's deluded
his reality insane
questions in place of answers
so you keep playing his game

He knows nothing of the real world
he's aloof and cynical
by his self appointed grandeur
upon his own high pinnacle

He knew of nothing real
only imagined in his mind
his words mostly unpleasant
ungracious and unkind

Often passive then aggressive
shouting nonsense to the air
As he burst right into flames
But by then she didn't care

So Alice not to be deterred
began to grow much bigger
then stomped the ever loving ****
out of that ****** up caterpillar

He'll never be butterfly
nor a bug of any kind
only a husk of skin upon her shoe
Popped out of his ever loving mind.

Myths die in the mist of time
a legend will be lost within ancient script
parchments will no longer hold it's name
written in a forgotten tongue
so many jars filled with sand
grains without number
are as the centuries that will pass
before it has a remembering.
Memories of it's misfortune will be as a fleeting dream
the myth rose from the barren mute land
bleeding out a fiery history
telling the death of the innocents
and as it finally takes to the earth
and eon will pass for the blind land
it's last breath is death itself.
Sheol is where it resides
and in hades it finds it's resting place
no grass will take root nor tendril will take hold
the air a noxious fume
barren blind mute wastelands
there will be no consolation or solace
for the ground
for it will suffer along with its residents evil.
And as the centuries pass
a time will unfold
where all that have lived
will have been lost
and an unlikely soul will whisper
his eyes alight
*"Let this time be past
let this be a time for all that find need
for all that have want
to rejoice
the time is now
for a new remembering"

First of all, congratulations.
You are alive and able
to read these words of mine
and that in itself is no small feat.
I feel as if people these days
do not recognize
that life is a great accomplishment.
So to you I acknowledge your due credit
and I celebrate you. Cheers.
I write this at 4 am
with a tall glass of cold coffee
and the intent of convincing you
that you are not insignificant.
Think back to the history
of our own terra firma:
there have been countless species
that once roamed here,
empires have come and gone,
inventions have been made obsolete,
attacks and raids and mutinies
have littered our history.
You have survived all of it.
Think about it.
If everything in the universe didn’t happen
exactly like it already has,
then everything would be different
and maybe you wouldn’t be reading this
but you are.
You are the perfect result
of all your ancestors
surviving through the horrors
of Earth’s past.
You are an arrangement
of old stardust and new hope
and with every sunrise you see,
or every breath you take
you’ve set a new record
and I challenge you
to always
break it again.

Listen.

Let’s just strip down to the skin and warm each other up under these covers. I want to lay down atop you and let my head rest on your waist, snug between those lovely hips of yours, just above your ***. I want my hands to waltz around your thighs and listen to your gentle breathing synchronize with mine. I want to feel you giving in to this moment, I want to feel your body let go and your muscles unclench.

I want it to be completely quiet around us, not the dead kind of silence, the kind that’s comforting and warm. We don’t need words, our touch conveys what our hearts beat for.

Don’t think.

I don’t want you thinking about what’s happening tomorrow, what time the game is on, don’t think about what’s for dinner. Don’t think about that argument we had last week that still sits in your heart. Let it go dear, just for now. Don’t think.

Run your hands through my hair and think of all the memories we’ve made since the last time I cut it. Caress my face and look into my eyes, darling.

Now close yours. Close your eyes and open yourself up to me. I want to take my time in taking you in. I want to spend eternities on your lips, darling. I want to cup your face in these hands of mine and kiss you; I don’t want that kiss to lead to anything, it doesn’t need to. I want it to convince you of my undying love for you. Drink in the right-now of this moment, of me. I want to sit back and admire every inch of you, my dear, from your flowing tresses down to your toes, and everything in between. I want my hands to run down your valleys and hills and let my lips paint your landscape.

I want you to smile at me from under my touch and let out a laugh as I cover your face with happy kisses. Not the kind of laugh you’d give someone telling a joke, not the kind of laugh you force when someone says something mean. This is my laugh, you’ve saved it just for me, it’s sweet and soft and vulnerable and that’s okay because that’s how we feel right now.

I want to roll you over and let your body lay atop mine and simply hold you, caressing your every curve and warming your heart and your soul.

And then I want to do it again the next day, and every day afterwards until our bones are brittle and our days are at an end.