My intake took your fuel and ran it threw
to this carburetor and disguised itself as a brain.
It took all the information thrown at it and combined it together, then a little spark caused an explosion, which led me here:

I stood idle and held myself in the ice cold rain,
Water began dripping down on my shivering frame.
Each drop adding a beat like a song’s surrounding pound,
Running thoughts drown out into a long forgotten sound.

Pulling the handle I choose to release this body's soul.
And I strike solid like a nut whose free from the tool,
And land with a force derived from deep set desires.
Finally free from the strong grips of deadly pliers.

My soul is free, therefore it no longer seems to mind
That I drove away and left my lonely nut behind
And there it remains in the heat of the black asphalt
Sinking into the earth because of mine own ****** faults.

For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.

And sent to me on a floating breez,
Periodically throughout the year,
Is a little message from someone
Sent for me to hear

I catch one and then the next
And reread what I've read
Then think hard before I return
My little message filled with led

I toss it out and it sinks and falls
For it knows it covers lies
My writing reads one thing
While my heart wears the desquize

If just one would make it
Then you could peel apart
My letter and burn to ash
The package which conceals my heart

To reveal the truth
Look beyond the words that I have said
And dig deep into
That hardened ball of lead

I visualize you
who I will never know,
Constant Stranger
I call you, I imagine
you when I write
and to think, you
will never know me
like the few who
I am close to, those
who say: I don't
understand what you
are talking about,
but I know what you
mean...you know
there is no other poet
on earth like me
and I know there is
no other poem in the uni-
verse just like you
and every two folks
have there own way
of loving, the poet
and the poem know
what they like, like
the kind that takes us
into different and strange
countries until we realize
at midnight, we are alone,
you and I, Constant Stranger,
anonymous mates whose love
can never be consummated.