In the cave I wait,
smoke filling the lungs,
masking the smell, hiding
the face.
I the fire starter,
in the bears domain, playing my game.
A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.  
The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.

Steadily lay my lips upon slender hips,

hypnotized, aroused by this gentle kiss.

Our eyes, they formulate an idea,

the birth of a soul connection,

Finally finding the intertwining dimensions,

the design to be joined together at last, feeling alive.

We become lost in the storm,

traveling farther into the carpets of the forest, the unknown.

We adapt, we become like the Tinamou, afraid to sleep alone.

Creating a soft melody, only to entice the soothsayers ear,

a certain tone.

Construction of a pathway, cloaked by fear.

Thriving to find the opening, attempting to be in the clear.

Far away from the degenerates that roam,

the ones hiding in the plains, listening for our whispers, our euphony.

Carried across in the rain, the location, the destination,

Illuminated by the Moon's eye.

A bridge under the terrain where we bathe, we consume the gaze,

stars exploding and dying, while we lay.

Wishing upon the ashes,

A faze only for the tamed runaways.

Growing from within, a conundrum downpour.

An orchestration of the ultimate love survivalists.

Listen and absorb.

Dancing with the drifter, the howling wind,
I hear my calling.
Surrounded by curious quadrupeds, peculiar creatures.
The mind follows the adventure, futuristic thoughts are revealed.
A video of truth, hidden meaning, I suppose.
Led down the path of broken homes, forgotten tears, dark holes.
The ending, foreseen or to be unclear?
To dance with the deers,
a scrutable choice.

We met at a coffee shop,
her name tag read Bernice.
Painted black hair, with devilish brown eyes.
She had a mesmerizing stare, which led me to believe, possibly speculate, she was rare. “I live upstairs” Bernice said with a ****** wink.
Her shift ended at 9, I was at the doorstep on time.
Cordially awaiting my appearance,
lit candles, no hearth, no fireplace.
Sweat dripping, mucking up hard wood floors,  
A goat? Chained to the radiator sitting in the corner, loud as can be. It was a sacrifice of her virginity, the goat would watch.
I took it like it was candy, screams echoing throughout the night.
The sheets were white, now painted with blood. The goat, still kicking, making a ruckus.
I left the next morning, she gave me a quick tug. Scampering out the room, as naked as could be. A small mutter rang out,
“will you worship me?”

Swooping through the city streets,
the alleys, the corners, every crevice and crack.
Education and language never to be seen, dissipating with the past.
Ingrained in the brain, the common normality, placed on the famous track.
Morality has diminished, human beings are finished.
No curative for this disease,
a disgusting devious deceit  
Two dozen selfies left behind,  
just you, old and decrepit
all your doing,
your design,  
a silly lie.  
A ***** disguise.
Alone with a wasted life.

A dark plague of deception
clouds the mind.
No hope to be found,
no light to be around.
All is lost, ominous it must seem.
Go forth, open your mind
and reap the benefits,
of a limitless dream