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If words were hands
I’d never know
What your touch would feel like
I do hereby slalomly promise
to always tell the truth
at break next speeds
no matter the curves I’m thrown
Each one of us is a handcrafted book,
Bound with care
And kept in a vast library.
An unseen culmination of experience
Waiting to be relevant
If even for a blip of time
In an endlessly repeating universe.
In the river of life
I’m not sand
I do not settle
I’m the current
Forever flowing
D
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So many you’s
So many me’s
Dancing the Dance
of Destinies
I’ve said it before
I’ll say it again
My label does not read
Fragile handle with care
It simply reads
Bravery require
To see what’s inside

I double dog dare you
I am the kind of defiant
that when sleeping in bed
I let my foot dangle
off the side
Daring the dark
to come get me
D eparting
E arth
A nd
T raversing
H eavens
Or H ell....
Or Hereafter’s
your choice
There once was a girl named Sally
Who liked to dilly-dally
On the bed she did stay
All night and all day
Instead of cleaning the galley

Dreaming of days long gone
When witches would ride upon
Her family and friends
Through the wends and the bends
In between dusk and dawn
I will not conform
I will not obey
I will not submit
I'll play my way
I will not give in
I will not retreat
I will not sit by
I'm fast on my feet
I didn't
quit
I just
stopped
Storm clouds
The static electricity of the wind
Dragging it's feet across the earth
Whips of light
Crack, snap, and clap
The Concussive wave
My personal tuning bell
There sits an empty dresser drawer
once full but now it's not.
Everything that I love
has up and left that spot.
To see it now you sure would think
it's empty as can be.
And to you that might be true
but not so much for me.
It used to house my sons clothes
and treasures he would keep.
Like gems, coins, hot wheel cars,
and toys that whirl and beep.
But now he lives off with his dad
declaring that it's awesome.
While I sit here staring at
my empty drawer coffin.
Tempting me to climb on in
until my tears do cease.
Laying down in all it's not
May I rest in peace.
I could have had full custody hands down but that would not have been best for our son. I chose to be the weekend parent to ease tensions in the future. My father taught me that if you see the problem you are the one responsible for fixing it. To have fought over my son with my ex would have been bad for his growth and healing. It was the hardest decision I have  had to make.
Don't worry, don't worry
It's all a ruse
Just trust in us
We've read all the clues

Don't worry, don't worry
Stay perfectly still
Here's some cold water
Now swallow this pill

Don't worry, don't worry
No need to speak
We promise we're making you
Strong and not weak

Yes! Yes! That's it!
Join the line
Marching on by
In metronomed time

Onward you go
Just like the rest
Left, left, right lefting
We know what's best

Don't worry, don't worry
It's time for the feast
A gluttonous meal
Prepared by the meek
I'm just a little doodle
Sitting on a page
I'm just a little doodle
In these lines, caged
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I colored the doodle
In ink they can see
And the moment I did...
Forever will it be
No longer the wave before
Or the swirly clouds
The only thing it can be
Is what it is right now
A night full of wishes
Illuminating kisses
As time ticks by in swishes
Softly lulling you to sleep

Stars ****** twinkle
Dreamsand slowly sprinkles
And gives a final winkle
Pulling you in deep

Until you're outside in
Not bound by your own skin
Now you can begin
To view what you steep
I live to dream
To be spirited away
Every night a new delight
Made and unmade
Infinitely creating
My birthright of light
Not nearly finished but a start or and end depending
There’s this slow desperation
A thirst
This ******* need
to have you on me
In me
My body like rolling waves
Under your hands
Guiding them like driftwood
To my shore
That block of ice
Is quite the vice
Seated in you whiskey

All nice and cold
Strong and bold
But also rather risky

So my dear
Bring it here
I’m feeling rather frisky

Slide it down
All my mounds
Your tongue to follow briskly
Loving you is a lot like having my arms and legs restrained. Then stood on a block of ice with a noose around my neck just before sunrise.
I’m drunk
Drunk as a skunk
In a black and white funk
A funk so aromatic
I spelunk in the trunk
On my way to my grave
Where I’ll land with a plunk
Funking away in the dirt still alert
People around
Above on the ground
Saying all the smart things
That they thought to have thunk
Like “remember that skunk in the trunk? How it stunk!
That little punk needed a deep cleaning dunk.”
And me? Well I just sunk
In my decomposed funk
Down in the ground not making a sound
As the worms ate my junk
Five foot two and eyes of green
Curses like a sailor sweet and obscene
Highly combustible like gasoline
Splattered and covered freckled supreme

Salt water ink runs through her veins
Curiosity’s always holding the reigns
Stoking the fire, fanning the flames
Transmuting her losses into big gains
Eh?
Eh?
It's not an argument if your opinion doesn't matter.
Limpid Elastic
Bombtastic gymnastic

Keeping pants on
This potato shape

Suspenders need not apply
Your soul rubbing against mine is like
Socked feet sliding on carpet.
Transferring electrons
Sparking and humming an electric duet.
You are my creation of sensation
The expanse of chance
Filled with tippy-toed steps
A freelance dance

You are my raw and my awe
Felt in my hips, seen on my lips
In every smile, soul style
From within, to all my tips

You are my chasm and my ‘gasm’
Immense and intense
Peaks blush like cheeks
In breathless suspense

You are my breath and my death
Ablaze in every gaze
Born anew in the prize of your eyes
Through every phase

You are my grip and my grit
Primal moans rattle bones
Running wild and beguiled
Across erogenous zones

You are my fire and desire
A ******* liberation
Exhaling and inhaling
Combined Resuscitation

We are enhancement and enchantment
Dispersed and immersed
For all to see, wild and free
Throughout the universe
This isn’t about another person. This is my relationship with now
I'll hold you tight enough
that you still feel like
you can run away
Magic breadcrumbs
Twinkle like stars
Giggling while hiding
Tender memoirs

Voodoo whispers
Finespun intention
Vibrating and swaying until
Magic has snuck in

Enticing while Splicing
Singing me along
Via my senses
To where I belong

Daring to be found
Anticipating you
Suspended exhalation
Timeless rendezvous
Kissing me
Is an event
That requires
Full bodied
Participation
Look at you sitting there
Wicked smile, not one care
A luring vessel from afar
Azimuth circle , my north star
Beckoning me with lines sloped
I climb aboard, retrieve the rope
Fingers graze your hardwood
Under which feels so good
Beneath the wide and open sky
Together daring, watch us fly
Your bow to stern I do endorse
Now let's be off and set a course
Flying, gliding, we find our groove
And oh how effortlessly you prove
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
You're meant for me to ride upon
I don’t think you understand
How much I want you right now
My body is all trembly
And flush with heat and
I feel like any moment now
I’m going to involuntary erupt
Everywhere
Just from a simple hello
E verything
T hat's
C omparable
I am a Tardis
Going through some hardships
Waiting on my doctor
To come and fly me proper

I may look just like phone booth
Which isn't quite the whole truth
For i'm bigger on the inside
Where real and imagined collide.

I glide through time and space
The whole universe to embrace
If only someone knew
Where to rendezvous.
The black and the white, The left and the right
The right and the wrong, The short and the long
The happy and sad, The good and the bad
The up and the down, The smile and frown
The awake and the sleep, The shallow and deep
The common and rare, The covered and bare
The urban and rural, The single and plural
The hot and the cold, The meek and the bold
The wisdom and folly, The gosh and the golly
The break and the mend, The save and the spend
The few and the many, The dollar and penny
The adult and the child, The tame and the wild
The blame and the praise, The year and the days
The free and the caged, The joy and the rage
The dark and the light, The day and the night
The sea and the land, The instrument and band
The pleasure and pain, The sun and the rain
The poetry and prose, The con's and the pro's
The open and shut, The why and the what
The here and the there, The when and the where
The these and the those, The highs and the lows
The above and below, The ebb and the flow
The want and the need, The giving and greed
The public and private, The peace and the riot
The cruel and the kind, The heart and the mind
The expand and contract, The real and abstract
The empty and full, The push and the pull
The biased and fair, The hope and despair
The master and servant, The blind and observant
The even and the odd, The Devil and God
The bones and the skin, The without and within
The inhale and exhale, The try and the fail
The false and the true, The old and the new
The free and the bound, The lost and the found
The quiet and loud, The humble and proud
The rich and the poor, The less and the more
The found and the lost, The worth and the cost
The yin and the yang, The wax and the wane

Forever entwined
by grand designed,
not to unbind
For who shall tell me now or near
what it is my heart does fear?
Not them, or they, or you, or thee
It is I, and only me.
Stoked like a fire
I am the fuel
Not the flame
I am the oxygen
That allows it to burn
A spark in the dark
Oh My God there it is!
I haven't seen these
since I was a kid
Little and luminous
and wondrously bright
Oh how I love
their yellow **** lights!
We are repeating yet fleeting,
estranged remnants,
together alone.
It was the strangest feeling.
To be married.
To be  chosen.
To share life.
The one place
you are supposed to matter most
only to become a ghost.
To be forgotten.
To disappear
into the wallpaper and tapestry,
not in a woven way
but in a painted to look like it way.
And if you stay long enough,
no longer reflected in their eyes,
you will forget yourself too.
The dissolution of my geography.
My fault lines slowly became riddled with fissures
until one day the area between my *******
collapsed in to a sink hole.
I try to make a point in any relationship not to call names or threaten the relationship. I feel like if something occurs that makes you feel bad then you should talk about it. Things left unsaid create resentment. There are ways to communicate without having to make the other person feel like less. When respect and care are not given it chips away slowly at the other person.
Speeding and impeding
Two warnings I'm recieving
For exceeding while proceeding
In the left lane i was weaving
Now I'm pleading and conceding
'Cause this not be what I be needing
Maligned morsels like
Descending land mines
Potential pain parading
As the body dines
Primal isn’t *******
for ******* sake
Primal is when
it’s stops being about
what’s right in front of you
and getting lost
in the devourment of pleasure
You lick at my conssscience
Like a ssserpentine tongue
Whissspering sssecretsss
Ever ssso ssslowly
Sssoft asss alabassster and
Sssmooth asss black whissskey
Flecks and specks
Round subjects
Everywhere dappled
Cheeks and peaks
Kissy techniques
Lavishly traveled
Everywhere splayed
Sun grappled bedazzled
I let you be you
The only you
That you can do
So let me be me
The only me
That I can be
So us can be us
With some muss
And no fuss
Life is so full of  ‘suits’ to try on
And I do like wearing a wide variety
But my most preferred is naked.

Natural. Wild. Untamed.
Skin suit personalities. They are fun to wear but they are not the totality of me. We all have intangible parts and life is a chance to play a part. A meat puppet dance. Instead of acting why not try directing.
A fifth above
A fourth below
Dreamlike state
In the know

Voices dancing
Repetition
Different pitches
Composition
I love you
Exquisitely,
Desire you
Wantonly
And miss you
Utterly.
You fill my heart
So completely
There is little room
For anything else...
What you see is only what you believe
Dear Future,
I see you sitting there. Plying at my mind all the time. Undecided. You want something concrete. Security. Only you you don't understand my heart is not on the same page. It's not on the page at all. It is soaring. Riding the wind. The currents. I must be in motion. Always in between arriving and leaving. This is where I thrive. In this breath. The one I'm currently breathing. It is truly all I have and that is everything. I know you don't understand. how could you? You are the future. Ever ahead. Always the horizon. All I can say is one day I will inevitably meet you, upon my death, and o the stories I will have to tell.
The wind
A temptress
Always willing
To dance and caress
Revitalizing
She Resuscitates me
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