I be
the feeling of an answer

not
the urgency
of a question

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter  its meaning

life by request

not on the playlist

know your own power
hold to it

theirs
may or may not activate

if you accept
their hunger
asking you to stand with them
where it hurts

it feeds on you
and you feed them

that they do not want
to be chewing on

be clear and honest
at all times

no one
is worth worrying about

unless
you wish the worry
to come forth

and live
© an hour ago

its your childs mind

feel it your healing

we neither hear
nor listen to thought

we be busy on the body
and its weigh in on life force

unless you want it to happen

not to the pain of them

No ones put here
to listen to you

and the more you ask them
the less they do

An angels keep
rolled to her side

pressed heat to mine sleep

wept to our skin
a lovers hold

choose anything mental
and not add to it

Go
now-here slow
be one
to wag its tail
bask
in the kiss of sun
tumble
on the green lush hills
wash
in the wet of worlds
be easy
life is  playing with you

When
Desire

and
Belief

fight

feeling
never gets
over it

Emotion
be the great guide

to the from
and
from the to

its middle
no place

with ones
wanting you to
behave or be different
so they may give their self a better feeling

that's not yours to accomplish

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

Event Horizon

May breath fall light on your mantle peace
as you lay your hands to the cold clay of soils heat
May the opal azzure rays of golden sun
break your wilt and burn the most of all nature
to your reptile mind and  chest of discord
bled brightly red rich and pulpous
thru the vex of a quickening heart
steep deep breached to the altitude of life's collect call
rung aloud thru the sun stricken moon
burrowed seminal in the fluid fire and flood of event horizon

I to let
on all be guesting
this house of requiem ascension

Evoke
U surp this incantation
Stung into a dislocation

Heads on crick end
Neck a keel
Gulp upon a dry repeal

Blood a rune in gurt be fester
Scented to its hazel pine
Zip a crux to ravens jester
Lusting on the grip of vine

You doesn't know
it knows more than it knows

and will defend itself at all cost to death I dare say

from
knowing what it thinks it doesn't want to know

a place
life hangs on things

Drowning
in
Air

or your trip
go on forever

Mother

get off that cross would ya
or you'll catch your bleeding death

No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault

You are never gonna
work out another's issue

unless its yours

Chasing
something

that
is
after you

to do as it is told

is death

Go direct to feeling you want
and you wont get lost to thought you don't

so don't tolerate it of yourself or others
as it never breaks the silence

against the soul

not to feel
is a blissful martyr

effort not
to think way
to a good feeling

rather
feel way
to a good thinking

Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire

Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive

Lay dream to the heat of a swans pose
a tickled scent to the babies toes
press taste to the breath of a red white fire
a wilt to the wonder on a willows shire

Chase hunger lame to the lions eye
fleshed to the essence of an eagles fly
spit soul to the buzz on heave of hive
a bottlenose swim to an oceans dive

A Sweet milk

can sour easy

in surp
of second thinking

be made to choice given
or create one to have

I put pain
where I think it hurts
the same place I put my wellness

Is a
way back

to who
you
really are

A way back
to
who
you
really are

Thought believes
you create it


to create more thought


seek of essence

is not a choice

it is a right
beyond choosing

Human
has been living not as their self

actors wearing personas created thru time and condition
representing worlds created thru influence not choice
a true human being follows and smells no scent but their own

here cant run
there cant escape
where cant be

before any feeling arrives
in the flesh

and be moved

is the best way
to present your self to others

Through the slip of time
this angel serves her feel to yours
cheeks her flush of beauty
to your misty emotional body
touching her heat to your hearts warm keep
slight as a whisper says goodbye
to her ever lasting stay

a battles not between
a devil and a god

its with the personalities
one assigns them

to the self

woofs at nights fire
prey nulled by life's devices

fearsome hard  as plummets ice
not quick to wreck an anvil vice

lungs bolted to a deserts sun
dig principle to suffer on

a murky menace tipple pink
beneath ones toughest on the brink