Cremated languages lose a certified acceptance
A flattened tone of abandonment
Lost and utterly forsaken,
An erratic cycle renders itself coherent and of sound mind
  Deceiving a precedent truth
Plastered in the face of confinement
Self accredited illusions plaster on a face of changeless, concrete contentment

I've wrapped my pinnacle appreciation to a golden smile behind bars,
Heated and aromatic.
Through the lines of an eventless depreciation,
   you wailed like a child through the hardened cords of the umbilical.
I've birthed you,
  from my own insubstantial grief,
and laid out a cardinal rule of desolation.

Cold and coerced into crystal caves that fawn on before the starch of the morning.
Now overgrown by the huddled shoulders,
            duality places solitary indurations at a toss up.
Horridly courageous and bartered for a sly,
           shanks of remembrance creep into loose hairs that fall flat into ears,


and whisper a lullaby of persistence.
A constant pluck of a stranded grease toile,
        wide eyed perplexities twist the words to a frequented scream for a deduction.
For reason.

Safe houses set an example of an elongated courageous act of destitute.
Desire weaves its thickened wove to lengthen the blow.
Convinced of foreign feelings, a visuality binds the tears of reality.
A gout of emotion treads over the mind and latches exactitude.
After having been a home too tightly drained of its vitality,
I'm forced to turn a dead eye.

Time stamped nearly forgottens crammed into an envelope,
          and sealed so tight with the shut of an eye.
With my teeth bleeding,
      I had no choice but to etch at the sight of things I'd rather not have seen to begin with.
A peri-rim covers the distance through pinching of my skin,
              and a shutter runs through the crest of a wavelength I'm not quite on anymore.
A hesitant with ripening paranoia seeds within and burns at the back of my head.
            The edges narrow in as neurons shift in the spine,
and rip in a hurry.

Now the sea is exposed,
            as the road makes a harsh curve to reveal the opening.
The moon is glistening like a scorching reminder to my eyes,
             illuminating tears scraped upon ***** skin through shattered windows.
The water seared through my senses,
               and it smelled warm and foul.  

  And I'm stuck,
Feeling only the lasting,
        timeless last resort.
A blank space preying on the empty feelings.
With no knowledge of my own,
                 I'd dulled myself,
  until my senses were but the remnants of a limb of lost circulation.
A nag,
a tingle,
a twitch
         spread down my spine to tickle my nerves.
Grounded impulses lay its weary to a fitful rest.

With the vacant entwined,
the circumstances lay tough
   and the task dwindles to a graze of the hand.
Enigmatic cues pushing toward the departure.
A chamber of disguised disclosure opens and releases.
A slap in the face given repeatedly with vindictive locution
Speaking more,
  Faster,
     The attitude drags on,
         and the pores of the affair have been dismantled.
Grabbed by the shining gloss of artificial promises.
Underhanded and inconsistent,
  and completely unpalatable to me.
    was the bloated sense of pride,
that gloated nothing-worth-speaking of.
Submissively enduring the schedule of a self seeking idler that latched onto the collar of my shirt.
Like a hankering,
    Like a constant pain to my neck

In a tear jerking response,
I fall into hysterics with the thought of your thoughts
  If they'll contain me
      or if they'll restrain me
I've got a high dose of intimacy to let you dissolve into a pause of time.
But if,
    with a catch of a beckoning glance,
   I feel a trivial pursuit,
I'll follow the innate assumption to defy rationality.
It's the corrosive vulgarity of acceptance            
                that enables a cause to have effect

I ate slow,
while you analyzed my every stir,
From a lost glance,
to a shift in the seat.
You fed me pheromones on a spoon,
    and I slurped them down like honey.
Thick and dysphagic.
Disconcerted with the derailment,
   it eased the tears that hid behind tangles of unwashed hair.
Interluding like a meandering mind on a charring back burner,
                     the persistence lacked.

Saturated porcelain seats covered in undefeated liquids leave an acidic wear to the atmosphere.
Indescribable desires proclaim in an ever-changing disposition,
   The irrelevance of an ever-changing mood.
An uncertain strangeness dwells between my bones causing a one day to the next vagary of actions.
A daily reintroduction of myself to myself,
       like the front line hasn't been brimming over in occult chemical combination.
Inclination of the decline leads a battle of stabilization,
    a pang steams into a medial lunge hunching the body over in disrepair.
Convulsing through the morning,
     the fever heats its casing in a chronic complacency.

Red wine vinegar stained carpet seeping into the air.
Left behind to rot in the dry saturation,
      tasting the remains of the night befores guille words.
Carbonated cartwheels tucked into the trees,
     searching for the tranquil sun to take over the solicitude.
Absentmindedly stepping into an apathetic residual feeling,
        dipping deep into the youthless fountain of uncertainty,
           wading further, and further, and further through rocks and ******* of indecisiveness.

Sand squished between my toes,
     and I felt a warm, grounding sensation radiate throughout my body.
Feeling hot with temptation,
  stepping onward,
      Inward,
           dampening to the thigh of my floor length dress,
whirling in and out of a conscious mind.
An inquisitive voice surrounding my sanction halted the sacrificial deluge.
Waist deep in impassivity,
           I slip out of the fog filled heed,
and step onto more stable ground.

With a hint of a shard of water peeking through the trees,
It poses a wonder of where the coast begins,
and where the sky ends,
    And just how far it will fall on.
Until the shore makes its abrupt edges slash back at your toes.
And as far as it reaches, it always sails back-
The clouds,
The current,
     The capability.
The water, that stretches from the horizon, is to be mixed with the gravel ****** bottom of the sea floor,
   where the absent minded relays its trace of brutality of its ravenous core.

String the teeth from face onto necklace,
  for it's the last time it'll be of concern.
Backlash into a hot headed toss of the formerly important,
tokens of remembrance now, stiffly, cardboard, laid.
Untouched and unwarranted.
As the nails are pushed to the cheek,
      into the gums,
             the smile is cranked upward into place.
Pliers tasting of metallic tainted rust dig deeper into the jaw.
  Exudate flowing by the gallon.
Visage contorted to be only picturesque,
   for how dare the front line not be delighted by a delirious stag

Midnight always whispers a lonely darkness no forest cry could heal,
     fear dwells on the soul of the forgiving.
Shivers ache down my back with a bitter cold of the Earth against my skin.
Half truths are sanctioned screams of apology,
Misleading further to guard the wound of the weak.
                                      Empty.
Echoes dark and dead play in my ears as I scan the room,
      thunder collapses over the thought and leaves a shadow of apprehension.
Over the shoulder looks to be confused as gawking.
Searching for a sense of security-
                   often misunderstood.
Nonstop checking,
               Constant glances,
                       Never to be surprised.
Hypervigilance fissures itself into every spare second,
            guiding cogitation to cause a false sense of benevolence.

Ranting fears bite back every word that's been spewed,
   and with a sudden recognition of correlation,
the blood stained hands of three point in only one direction.
Seeming as a faults been laid upon the deceiver,
A fourth would only then complicate the consistency of retraction,
unshaded by the natural law of attraction.
Apologies laid in twos to reiterate the message with validity,
And as it's scraped from the grave,
A pinprick red finger of one has riled a preventative action

And how do I act like it's a low hum?
Like the thriving,
   pulsing,
indignant love for you hasn't spilled over
                  and exerted itself into unnecessary acts and scattered delusions.
The relentless nag I feel for your skin to shine in my direction,
          for your smile to reflect itself my way;
                         In a joyous,
                               genuine love.
     It's not a low hum,
It pounds like the drums of a melodic euphony.

An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
                        I held you around my neck,
     like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
         followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
  closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.

I love with my hands as they hold gentle to the backs of your arms,
A chest to my head hums a sound of such conviction.
A compelling starvation only satisfied by the moments you've placed your presence in my palms,
Configuring a phantasmal display of coloration into my eyes.
And you live behind my lids,
   As you echo in my mind,
allowing yourself to
be stationed throughout my ears,
with soft demand.

I want sanctuary pressings into unmarked skin,
     deeming it new and full with impressionable thumbprints.
Gripping at the features that lie down with the both of us,
   a grabbing that can't be closer than to reach for your insides,
Fingertip grazes without a nail to add to the bite.
Rubbing dry of the sturdy galavant,
open mouth breaths press hushed words into backbones,
     and send a sheet grabbing pulsation through the body
Leaning in to come closer,
          Rising to the occasion,
Hip bones grate and bruise under the enticing pairing,
           and the exteriority is captivated

What is that sound?
Is it inside of me?
I want it out,
It's got to go,
Is it in me
or
is it the speaker between my inner ear that sets me off balance?
No,
It has to be me
or
it must be something inside of me
Maybe it crawled in through my ear and lucidity nestled around it to preserve a habitat for syncope
Syllables and sensibility altered by the cyclic disorder that staggers around
Aiming to methodically renounce the inane
Am I conscious?
Is it my sub-conscience?  
It's got to be me
and I've got to go
But what is that contentious voice?
The cavil of every thought in complete opposition?
The resented petulance?
It cannot stay for long
It's not mine, it can't be
Contradictions collapse from feeble tongues
Furrowed and fictitious,
the ominous presence lingers in the shadow of my mind.
My thoughts don't sound like that,
do they?
Do they?

Frantic fingers lace legs with not a single stutter or stir.
Draped in satin dressings,
        serosanginous secretions wrap legs of a cauterized nature.
Hugging near to the skin,
       lapping its sliced wound pains onto saturated gauze,
The fading sky dims dark with a limp,
and a sweat breaks the tight held assembly of entrails covered in bruised blood.

Varicose stains rhythm through my clothes and leave a stark reality of remembrance.
  Regretful instances left a mark upon the very cloth that draped over a dead, red body.
A permanent irritable nerve line leaves tree branch embellishments over ashen skin.
Electric green stems from the transparent indecencies.

Fear not, the intimate belongings huddle close to the head.

Who's going to wake up today?
Hopefully nobody at all, but if a day does arise to the waken mind,
    what shall it possess in its shaken whine?
Will it bellow with critiques or will it stammer in interjected silence?
Hopefully nobody at all, but if a way does surprise a lake of divine,
        showering fountains of rain drops behind a smiling sun,
Strike a smile back, with closed eyes and open ears.

Only the darkest hour sheds the lightest of words.
    Feathers falling from your lips.
          speaking with a mumble in your breath,
A panic in your tone,
            and a stiffened cry in your throat.
Pigeon-holed by your quick lapse of reality.
  Disarray hangs on the tip of the colloquy.
Embellishment sails upon the grove,
    crooked spines inflame with a matchbook hue
Rock reflecting back at the shrine as the gravel mass reveals the sweep of the
  overwhelmed,
            and underrated.
Filing in and settling out,
       The fear jerking hag rests its validity to the sun.

Break all of my bones in a rhythmic fashion
                  so it's musically satisfying to feel the tiny fragments crack and resonate within the closed walls of my skin
Blood turned cold as the words spat back at me,
            as cold as the floor I laid upon,
Fixated with fear,
            vibrating fingers held true to the stifled senses

Pink slipped and no longer dredging,
       fervency was sprinkled along the gates of the unexplored,
Exchanges so sheer and uninviting,
             freezer burned words meet the cold shoulder in return
Extraneously overused,
                   the body will drop to alteration,
Just a daub on the road map that paves the way through your existence,
       drumming fingers along the collarbones to off put the beating of an unforgiving chest.