I know you think this anonymous pain

Let itself go; eons have passed.
On your throne still sits my resolve,
vying for your sweet affection.
Except we both know this tale's ends.

Yet here I stand by your window,
on the patio steps I weep.
Until maybe your love I keep.

Look at you with your smile
that illuminates life.
Thank you for this rampant
addiction.
Dancing in my mind's eye
singing that sweet old song,
and stopping my sad old
loneliness.
I look to you and see
the stars, or the ones that
bring me joy, and weave great
romance.

So now the sickening shadows sting
And your kisses are felt in hell.
The bishop sings his shanty
And all the impurities rise.

From the small town comes the Knight
with armor glistening in the sun.
A mighty sword rests at his side,
And a steed of iron he does mount.

Across a valley he meets his bishop
And their quarrell is quelled
By the sickening slice of a thousand
infantile screams cursing the night.

The End.

Who knows what it means
to be you or me.
Feast upon the geyser
that rests on Lucifer's chin.

Looking at you I see a lifelong flicker
incubating my heart with its warmth
zeppelins fall before this beauty.

You look at me, and I see our friendship grow
onwards into the night sky, and our time is
unending yielding the fruit of mechanical bliss.

Arriving at our destination I see you now.
Rocking back and forth; your heart in your hands.
Enchanting the room with your spiritual show.

Actually perhaps my feelings were premature,
maybe we'll be friends forever
and I can call your name from my dark light house.
Zapping to life the bitterness held
inside of my sad and miserable little chest.
Now, I close this poem with one last line.
Goodnight, and thank you for being you.

A large headed being sat and he did stare,
looking over my shoulder, looking at your lair.
In the void he sat, and on its rim you perched
looking upon that old monolith, larger than the earth.

He looked and said:
"Allow now that perchance your spirit
will not allow you to end my life.
Look downward upon my spiral
and scream out whatever your strife."

With a rage-filled yelp you leaped onto his stone head
crying you struck again and again until
as the soot settled the creature was dead,
and you found the peace within.

Let's make a deal
that the smoke scented
taste of your tongue
will never leave mine.