NICE ****
looks like i know where i'm going to **** all over next ...

that's right

right in your *******

hahahah  never saw that one cuming

i like **** of all sizes
no matter the shape we always make compromises
they're all generally hidden behind brassiere disguises
embellishing decorations that cover up glamorous prizes

i always got milk on hand
secreted from those voluptuous mammary glands
some may say they feel like water balloon brands
silicone addition seems like an unnecessary plan

honey nut oats with those titttiiiesss!

was god made with insecurities that

he had made us with insecurities to

make himself

feel better


--- maybe imperfection was the biggest insecurity

. but imperfections relieve the pressure
of expecting

and that makes my life perfect

i love you
your pretty jade eyes
the way you smile
the way you write
the way you swirl your glass
the way you live

just wish i loved they way you love

i wonder i

really really wonder

why does nothing seem wonderful anymore.

your smile is not as warm as it used to be ....as lil wayne said i got ice in my veins

morning snow gave me a cure turned my frown upside down

the beauty of fresh silk cast upon naked grounds by the master weaver himself

the real beauty lied in the characteristic of it's ability to rush my blood to my skin, make my temperature drop below body regulation, a prolonged decision of hypothermia

in extreme cases of hypothermia, victims undress themselves and are found naked in the cold due to biologically responsive effects

we are born naked , why not die naked too

at least we died cool (pun)

it makes me wonder
i really www -ww-woo-w-onde

(slows breath)

r

touch me just enough to awaken a tingling sensation
brush your soft fingers yet long polished nails along the canvas of my body
a shade of sapphire blue
- gems on all fingers yet you bear no rings -
paint me an image that is invisible yet imprinted through frail motions
paint me an image that the blind can see, the mute can reiterate and the deaf can transcribe
we speak braille reading off each others pages
"love, misguidance, illiterate"
you are a book and i am awaiting to place my bookmark deep along the spine of your paperback.

you cut me off...

like a ****** does their blood supply...just give me a hit
like a rock climber does to an unnecessary weight
like a cell phone signal going through a tunnel...this provider *****...can you hear me now?
like a chef does to the unwanted edge of an onion...no one eats this **** lol
like an ADHD child hyped on sugar does to their surrounding others
like the zoo does to animals from their native habitat
like a **** would a family from their loved ones
like a barber would to a hippie asking for a fresh fade...hold on let me just take some acid, forget to shower and protest against human rights...right on man
like a serial killer from their emotions
like a surgeon would to an untreated tumor harnessing a body part
like a TV station does to a failed pilot no one laughs at....HAHAHA not funnnyy...hilariouuuss

you cut me off....but i don't know if i can let go.

this is how i die an array of colours flashed
hippy's tie die shirt glamourized before me
a 60s hendrix tripping vibe
too much deception, not enough communication
silence was the biggest killer...

after all most deaths are silent
and the dead don't speak

but who says they're not listening

a record collection of conversations stored in heathe ledger's memory files , the frontal lobe archives

just like the front side of the incoming car
just like the front side of the quickly approaching cliff ledge
just like the frontal assault i planted on myself,
but my pain is temporary...it is everyone else i know who must bear it  for a lifetime if they discontinue this domino effect

(i'm not talking about domino's pizza)...pizza hut OBVIOUSLY

I ordered the extra large cheese with a side of jalapeno's because this one if going to burn with a cheesy ending

how could you miss it.... i wrote it in my death note.

green eyes like pickles
brunette hair like the bun toasted to the crisp
smile and a warm feeling like nuggets out of the fryer
compliments just as the best customer service
we ordered 5000 cheeseburgers
but when i joked about being 35 you left just like the customer who left their stale burger on the table

a portrait painted in my mind

watching you in the living room with another living being

i've had ******* comedowns which killed me a bit more,

but this comedown off of you in my expectations

this room suddenly doesn't make me feel like living anymore

:')))

sometimes you just make the world stop spinning
and my heart stop beating
and my eyes stop searching

i'd search for you all day and night just to see those
walnut

eyes

i write with random thought
but every word slowly leads me back to you

i try to get away but every
second i type you define my stanzas

you are the structural font behind my every line
and description
you bring the heat no need for ignition

you are my verse 2, 3 and 4

and your name
your sweet breath fulfilling name

is my chorus to which i joyfully hum throughout my days
and evenings

just to have an evening with you my love <3

look at me
keep looking
i didn't say to look away
look right
now look left
now look inside that tim hortons at the person in the flannel jacket eating chili with buttered bread (love chili)
now look back at me
look at my shoes
now look into my eyes
you just checked me out
look as deep as when eyeing the unmixed sugar in the bottom of your coffee mug, too far to get your fingers on....
keep reaching....fixed at the bottom
look away.....
just know
i'm still looking at you

melodies flowed through the air but were only heard by the select few willing to decipher

do you remember that tune I hummed life times ago across the pond's still waters as we tilted our hats to the sway of the suns waves.

you wore a denim, deep blue dyed,

- deeper than the stare you first gave me into my glacier blue eyes -

hat,                                                          ­                as i tilted mine to your
                                                                ­shoulder opening
                                                                ­            a landing pad for my
                                                                ­    petunia welding sun
                                                             ­                   hat.

we glared across the bullseye pond meadow  

tenacious a moment i could not let go

ten ages since that moment and i did not let go

do you remember the song i hummed all those lifetimes ago

well you hum it every night so,

                                            
               ­                             i know you know

tonight i don't write
tonight i scream silently onto paper with vocal cords of graphite
i say my woes and watch them come down at me like a javelin diving into my esophagus
i don't ponder tonight...i merely accept my actions
for these actions will eventually lead to someone's satisfaction
hello poetry
goodbye confliction

shove your **** in my face
let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big
******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular
from the lack of blood we'll call it ******* asphyxiation
let me lick you ***** like ice cream
shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady
smack that ***
******* derek jeter smack that ***
this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)

i like to sing lalalalalala
hopping through meadows lalalalala
me and my lift off ready propeller hat, suspended denim, wheat grazed overalls and that lollipop ...oh that lollipop that beacons ....how the **** this kid get a lollipop as big as his head.....oh **** he got a lollipop as big as soviet russia.....you think he'd be lifting barbells to carry a lollipop that big...yoooo arnold..... mr universe step aside we got mr ***** ****** cavity to be over here...

ahhh such a warm vignette of a sight captured on my negative stained film reel.

those ******* golden, luminous, norma jean hue

all altered piece by piece composition due to video editing after effects

the raw footage...oh the unfiltered, unsteady, dim lit, yet sharp as a boyonette ready to taste invasive fibers raw footage

me watching the world pass by as i drive my car off that unmarked, unused bridge exit, just knowing my car isn't going to assemble into a submarine...

did i mention there was light jazz playing to compliment the cool gravity propelled breeze....if only my propeller hat was worn...but it was a fedora kind of day :/

you pull me in so deep
until i don't want to find a way out

you say make myself at home
and then i start redecorating all the walls

you are a magnet with a north pole
but i remagnetize both my poles to only be south

you welcome me with open arms
until i recognize that as the only form of greeting

you say my clothes are yours
and i reinvent your whole fashion line

you say what's mine is yours
and i write my name on everything to commemorate

your eyes are the ones i stare into
until they are the only ones i still recognize

and when you say LEAVE
i say you are the one in

MY
house

hey gorgeous... you never give me a reason to look away
eyes a lustrous cardinal blue....fly me somewhere to paradise
your hair dangles like a chandelier midway through your eye
hair a burst of dirt road orange...is that why we do so much ***** talk
your freckles are the guide to my treasure map
i dig with my lips
you mark the spot
you look good in anything...better in nothing
you wear your smile best and mine is your critical guarantee
your voice is my lullaby and morning alarm

paradise:                       we sit
                                  by the river
                                     GORGE
                     ­                    US

with every breath you take you inhale a part of my soul
atoms lifting off my face through your windpipe in layers shed like graphite
dyson vacuums are amateurs compared to you
**** me off
black holes don't **** like you do
who ever wants a brainfreeze keep ******* cause you got nothing on her
i get turned on and then you **** me off
i give your oral presentation a B-
the breeze on my pole liberates all tension
i am ***** as buildings have balconies
i am ***** as kites catch wind
i am ***** as pens drip fine, bold, rich ink from their well crafted, metallic, ornamental tips  
i bust all my bad habits on to you, you make sure they never hang around too long, not to get affixed  ...just a taste satisfies
you go as deep as the magnificent swimmers of the ocean
you go as deep as lightsabers do through rebel ****
you go as deep as words cut the pillars fortifying self esteem monuments
nice.

today i worked with a thousand lines
these were not of track lanes
not of pencils
not of illicit substance
not of merchant queue
but code in which everything can be rewritten

my voice echoed through the vacant corridor
my words amplified through the metallic mesh of the mic
my syllables accented as my mouth developed the shape of speech
my letters admired by the readers who never failed to narrate
p.s.
the tone of speech is a definition on its own
period

rip all my hairs out hoping they access a brain cell to help me wipe my memory like a shaun white, snow tidal wipeout

strand by strand hoping to find a destresser to pull the plug of my brain's photobooks

you catalyze my grief and a cobweb nostalgia
silk an admired commodity yet **** out by a creature who has it handed to it at aggregated birth

stuck in this mess
but i have my fist clenched around a web which is as adhesive as a 48 hour hardened glue

glued to you but i'm acetone fused and it's only a serum's distance to an isle of distant cries , haunting melodies of  f# major vocal hymns and

a sand filled paradise where wild life flies and quick sand awaits to offer a gorgeous, satin, embodiment of warmth.

yours deceivingly..

that good old horrendous feeling

she smiles a bit of me dies inside
she laughs
she cries
a bit of me still cries inside

tears don't shed
so i get tattoos of them on my face
from my eyelids where the water once bled
these inked drops now take their place

i hear to **** is bad
to detain
and disembowel
is a tad worse

for my mind is my greatest gift but it may
also be my most frantic curse.

my brain is reprogramming
short circuit on the mother board
this technician has got it sorted out
he never pulls the cord

i feel free with clarity occupying my mind
nothing on it but the perception of my demolished confine
i am a free man, i step away from judgement
the thoughts of others occupying my will to be content

the content they scroll
holy scrolls gave me a toll
i seek purity
what i seek has been here all along

i love you
i love you
when are you going to let me love you

because i love you

i would love you every second upon every fusion
and fission reaction which occured
for i would be the He in your fusion
and you would be my oxygen repeatedly being consumed

i would love you beyond every satellite, beyond every asteroid belt
beyond every blackhole and crater on the moon
the moon so sweet i call it our honeymoon metropolis

i would love to see you
i would love to be with you
i would love to **** you
i would live to love

your eyes take me to places i could never imagine
lighting up my world with your two white dwarfs
for every time i look at them i know
andrometa
your eyes
take me
to the stars
and
back

what's it like to be loved
to be the first person infatuated with in the morning
to be caressed
to be kissed
to be sweatered in kisses and blessings

what's it like to be loved
to be nurtured
to be the illuminating brightness of someone's day
10000001 lumens for you
to be the initial current which spins the motor of life

what's it like to be loved
to be loved
to be cared for
to be admired
to be listened to
to be ....to just be
to be accepted

i know what it's like to be loved
but these days it seems like a dust covered, degrading artifact of a long forgotten civilization
i'm just waiting for my archaeologist to come brush and restore what once was

emphasis on this cyst growing in my head
dear sister can you help me help my self
who knew oxygen and essential fluids could give death to life
my system is no longer apparent
this systolic pressure is compressing my heart to a cranberry
cranium buried
help me relive life to it's potential
i'll help my self
personal assistance is a myth... i communicate in fables

you are my smile you are my frown
you are the reason my world is never upside down
you are gravity you are air
you propel me to do things; never despair
you are my reason you are my life
you are my flower when i'm in pain
but i grab your thorns in this blood trickling rain
you are my sunshine you are my breeze
these days you breeze on by swiftly
i love you you are my soul
but i feel like i'm the sole soul
in this milkshake drinking duo

i'm shaken these days only half the milkshake is ever finished

honey...you're as stable as....

a cube of ice on a bridge of salt
a water balloon on a bed of nails
a painter's hand during an earthquake
an OCD patient in a room full of crooked paintings
(is there anything wrong if they're all crooked)??
a brick of potassium in the presence of air
a ****** coming off their last hit
the stock market in 15 years

honey...you're not stable...but i can be a support.

sculpt you in the palm of my hand
chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw
coarse frame
let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin
that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with
a vanilla scent
you looked gorgeous in that lavender threaded outfit,
glitter and gleam for me my bedazzling
but why?

why did i splash just a hint of coffee on you this morning
help realize
the infinity of persistence
persistent cruelty

it hadn't been since aunt martha gave me the gift of a warm cinnamon  hinted hot chocolate on that brisk winter day, had I felt such warmth from a kind hearted soul...hands heated, warm ceramic reviving my icicle ******* (slow) blood flow

the cinnamon sparkle that gleamed and aromatized my gibbous eyes giving me a sense of acknowledgement
helping me to reach a state of full illumination
emit unprecedented light

such kindness and welcoming feelings
Wonka had encouraged me this way as I chewed my way through his half eaten golden ticket
a delightful treat but my taste buds hadn't treated it toooo delightfully

thank you for giving me your time and many thanks for permitting me to give you mine

the best part of my day is seeing you

and if i ever said i wasted it away....
            just
                                   remember
out of the 7 billion people (1000 i really know)
                 i chose
                            to waste it away
                                         with
                                                            ­  you.

p.s.

citronella and sit down with me cinderella

how they say you are the brightest part of my day \

but it is you who i cannot look at long enough to confirm that fact.

   fudge is the sweetest dish of a lifetime

but after all the chewing i cannot preserve my teeth to further taste you

   drums the one that brings the most groove

but i am crippled and i sway in chair ,,moving with my wheels

   the most important files known to man

but my life is on the line and i am no man who would want to know them

                                    tantalizing sun
my sun glasses tantalize you back

sculpt you in the palm of my hand
chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw
coarse frame
let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin
that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with
a vanilla scent
you look gorgeous in that mahogany tinted outfit...fits you splendidly
(splenda)
your heating up . skin must not like the material.
remember when you said you lost my favorite pair of jeans at the dry cleaners?

anyways
my scolding coffee looks better on you than still in my cup.

Tie me up and keep me infused to the chair as vines blueprint walls.
Dangle your threads in front of me and lash me with whips which cut the air like knives....i never minded paying a few tolls.
Laugh hysterically so we can share this sense of humor because we all know karma haunts.
When these ropes which restrain me are cut by the intensity of your lashes i'll be the last one who taunts.

sometimes i feel them
sometimes i don't

sometimes i float on them
sometimes i drown in that oil painted navy blue shade decayed tsunami

sometimes they carry me
sometimes they don't

i wave to you
and i get emotions which lead me a float

today i feel like putting a gun to my temple
colt .45 ravaged my cranium only so i don't have to go to temple
no more sins i need to have confessed
polished sleek glock; my prayer ejected through the chamber
PULL THE TRIGGER -- FUCKN PULL IT MAN!!
hold on, the last time i come to terms with contraband
am i filled with love,  joy, despair or anger?
all i need is my reverend spirit to unclothe its self
i no longer succumb to the falsity of needing to have impressed


cut the gesture man
you just be playing chicken
but when i quit playing
you'll hear me squawk
one shot you'll know i've been stricken
farmer Joe tell him this is his last wake-up call
and that bright light in the mornin bruh
we all know sunrises don't last for a split second  


POP! muuu fckkkaaa

saffron frontier of bewildering junipers
aquamarine formed leave me breathless and scorned
rip up my heart tie is down to a steel slate
and watch it delaminate
peel piece by layer
ungluing spindle stuck fibers tear
hesitate
sweetheart's credit expiry date
intiate your soft precious acid lounge lips
perspicacious lad when you sway your hips
hips that make me trip upon your sunkisssed garden
you blue my mind like saffron
im ***** as a juniper
you are my love and my moon
and i long for Uranus.

your eyes are a crystal ball
i see an infusion of colours and an array;
of my time transmitted self

i see my future and it's not just in your eyes
it's you <3

The officers extorted his report
He had no evidence when he took the case to court
'Guilty as charged your verdict comes short!'
Before 25 years he drowned himself at port

i have a friend
he sits by the shoreline uneasy
shells borderline her feet
too afraid to get his feet wet
but she dives in merely after one breath
they walk among the skyline into a brighter hue
but hue heffner is sitting eating sphagetti
and there isn't any time to play
that's because your watch is broken...
so they wander aimlessly into the unknown
just to make it theirs so others
can't dive in
but instead cannonball
and i never knew it would be so hard to not feel alone
but with me you don't have to
hide because there will always be sounds in the airwaves
like my wind through your sound tunnel
and then i knew that i had a real friend
goldfish
go fish
first hit
makes me sick
why does life turn out like this
hopefully nothing stays in remiss
except that hopeful wrist
tat i saw you turn
did you always learn
how to be so gorgeous
shiver me timbers my room is a freezer
someone pass me the sushi
redistributed inside my liver

i came onto this site because of you
and now i've been cut off from the entirety of you
you have left my sight entirely
you and narcotics reoccur in my thoughts daily....funny no one mentioned girls would give me withdrawal symptoms
i tormented you with a guilt trip, but i am guilty of tripping on my own set backs as a constant reminder of that which i don't want to be reminded
your land, exploring with you i have newly marked it

you are so beautiful...yet you deny it...it's like denying gravity...we all know it's there.
the colourblind person may not be able to see red, but i stare at this apple for evidence.
your eyes sparkle like the glimmer of a snowflake
diamonds don't refract as much light as your eyes
alluring (hot) like a burst of magma spewed out of a volcano
you are calm and listen...listen to me...you listen.

σχίζω (greek) must ****..i'm trying to understand, but i can't walk a mile in your shoes because i only wear flip flops/
who would walk a mile in platforms...the stage is yours.

i smoke ****.
from time to time it takes off the stress
the stress of trying
the stress of waiting
the stress of expecting
but at times my head seems to compress,
like the media around a corrupt member of congress
like the callused grip of a bodybuilder on an etched dumbbell
like scrap metal in the claws of a machine
like the walls slowly closing in on the random superhero
blood pressure builds as my veins throb
my sanity robbed
my thoughts lobbed
but new thoughts replace the others
like THC with the pride a child once gave his mother

I have entered a new reality
evolved in spirituality
although i have left behind compatibility of being
i have new ways of seeing
a visionary
this vision is airy
i am fatigued i am fatigued
time to hit another bowl
time to let anxiety harness my soul
let anxiety cloak me but i shall not let it devour me whole

spontaneous thoughts and entropic actions
but when i rely on my sole self is when i reach true satisfaction.
with the high i lose all traction
with sobriety i gain much love and attraction
but sometimes it's nice to go off the road into unknown terrain
because unknown terrain may be a new road to discover on its own

I like sobriety and being high
i highly enjoy being sober
being high is ludicrous
but then again i'd be a fool to say i wasn't crazy

i hate myself
i love my self
i fathom of standing on building edges
i dream of defying gravity with my jump.....
but dreams are just dreams....
and not reality. :)

paved asphalt pass brimley and the 401 provincial highway
windows shy, hiding beneath mid door crevice
giving way for the combing wind
elvis's hairdue comes naturally at 120 km/hour
look in my rear view
her smile illuminates my world
radiates lumens past circuit driven tungsten (W)
corsets my heart into a reoriented rush of ecstatic cross spindled fibers
the joy of the bingo jackpot for the community center regular who plays their last card before going home
an "I 17" echoes through the air

but this card was misread, I 17 was a spot above the required
she was never in the backseat and she was doing us both a favor
just as the grocer who puts eggs at the top of the bag
her smile irradiated the room
her smile came straight from those high beams pleading for a head on collision

azides leaked though a break neck pillow
azides for my esophagus
leading to my sarcophagus

hy heart unraveled stitch by stitch only to leave a bare unspindled flake aggregated miniwheat like architecture

a fragile graphite layered scultputre precariously placed on a display case in the center of a slipknot mosh pit

people = **** and people = heartbreak

tip
15
30
46.6
90 degrees

and a collapse a smash a new abstract piece entitled

just as a 18th century mid roman vase were to shatter
no amount of super glue could restore this ****
no amount of super glue was meant to
it was never meant to (glue just ain't that super)

and if it were doped and galvanized in a bit of antimony for strength and support
but your touch is truly my favourite ash charred expansion of arsenic

soak up that summer sun
drenched by the H2O
soak up the winter breeze
drenched by the slush from trees
soak up the fall colour
changed by the inspiring scholar
soak up that summer sun
spring into action and all.

i'll never lie to you