A bantam sounds afternoon tidings as the iron weathervane points Northeast ..
Both silhouettes as endearing a sight as my eyes could
ever witness ...
Astral nights , my amour ..Colorful light illustrations brushstroke the East ,
The edge of the Milky Way perplexes , I bask in it's subtle persuasion ..
Wind battled score and five year Pines sound timorous refrains , offering great euphonic consolation* ..

Self-conscious soliloquies ****** into tragedies
Will we ever love the right way?

So many slumbers as I sleep...
Do I dare ask again

What good is raging wars over past dues
When the new age hides in the corner of your kitchen

I know you have the fire to cook up some hope
But do you have the courage to live up to your dreams
So very squeezed and rinsed

Don't burn me

Trust only means wait in a world like this one
With so many pixies in the ear

I beg the day our towers reach the sky
Together, and alone

Will you ever love yourself like I do?

What is a shiny white stone
But a physical reminder of how bad we are

Underneath and on top
Folded in the sheets of the other's dreams
Never fully tucked in

Every dainty dish of love
she rapturously serve him
has an unmistakable  distinct flavor!
He repeatedly wonder, often aloud,
that what would be the magic she applies,
in her smashing haute cuisine ensemble.
When,
it's love, like butter, pure and dense
in large dollops,with it's flavor invariable,
is the one constant major ingredient,
in every which dish she  cooks;
for all his questions, persistent and curious,
her answer would be just a smile mysterious.
In their love life enviable,  this one thing
still remains the million dollar question!

and some of my favorites moments are
when someone opens up to you completely

you walk into a new world,
take a new role

those times when words become visions
and nothing else matters in that moment

roaming around the mind
of another, stress-free and curious

when you realize you and someone else
want the same things for the world

that we all do,
but some of us are just scared

like sitting with your best friend,
only you're older now

are we the same?
we must be the same now

a creek of consciousness flows in,
as if you just took out a dam

and the news is everything pure,
like an open window

but the hinge is always shut at night,
and there is always a toll

savored like the morning's breakfast,
I'll swallow what you've said to me

until morning I'll wonder
what you're thinking now

I'll dream of your urges
and dance in your dreams

as if you were my child
as if we were in love

You're like ******
Make me hurt so bad
But whenever you're away
I want you
Just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time
Bring out the best in me
Don't let it fade away
Withdrawals without you
I'm not myself
I know I shouldn't
But just one more time

The trees' fruited seeds are feeding us
Like a mother's nutrience feeds the fetus in the womb

The world is round around us and we are within it -

Like blemishes on the skin,
Mushrooms bloom from the carpet of our home

The birds - a bacteria,
feeding on what is already dead

and the oceans -  our water
The current, everchanging

The wind -  a musical digestion
Flowing through the veins of every atom

The sky - our air, the sun -  our strength,
And the evil our eaten

Because of what is passed along to us

I thought love meant
       Butterflies in your stomach
       Your heart skipping heartbeats
       Or a faster rate for that matter
       Being mesmerized by your significant other
       Watching movies together      
       Late night conversations
       Stealing kisses every now and then
       Staring at them and get caught looking
       Cuddling and holding each other's hands
       Enjoying the moment even when the future is scary

But love came out to be different from all of that
      
Love is letting all of those go
       When I thought it meant everything to him
       When all of it meant nothing at all
       When I thought I was his everything or even "something"

But no
       I am nothing
       What we had was nothing
       What I thought we felt
       Turns out to be what I felt
       I
       No "We"
       No "Us"

None

I want you to want me.
With raw, unweavering power, I want you to want me.
I want my scent, my voice, to dance whimsically into your senses.
I want my face, my body, to creep into your memories.
I want you to want me as if your very life is dependant upon my touch.
I want you to want me as if you were addicted to the taste of my lips.
I want you to want me in the way that I'm always wanting you.
I want you to want me in the way that I never stop thinking about you.
I want you to want me with a  passion that burns hotter than hellfire itself.
I want you to want me with needs more intense than the wind and rain that falls from the heavans.
I want you to want me.

I’ve been addicted to many things,
some things better than the others,
and I have yet to categorize her,
when she left me,
I started withdrawing
the moment she stopped calling
my name to hurry up
with the sliced hot dogs,
the moment the complaints
about her tea being to cold
left the mould her voice
built inside my head,
a mould filled with
unfinished memories
cut short by good intentions
and being cracked by
tensions of mental state,
being happy on my own
was the reason and the
latter concluded at treason,
a nicotine addiction
to her; fiction,
i share both
with hope of only
shaking one,
each cigarette
I smoke I know
kills me,
every kiss,
every chai tea
double double bought
is a gunshot not
to my lungs
but only
a feeling
that comes
and never leaves,
but my addiction
everyday seems to
categorize itself
the more my heart
ends up fitting
the mould