It was so evident
The glimpse into your eye
Your fabled promise
Your, ignoramus
Closing to me, why?
It was so clear
No shadows fear
Your bloom on deep lagoon
Your spiraled scented perfume
Your history's last gloom
It was so right
As dawn breaking over the sound
Sheer carts of wheeling...ground
The love of promise, promised found
It was so evident, so clear
Because I was talking to a witch

It flutters like bees
Imagine Brian from Silversun but you may sneeze
Then off in the trees youll hear soft sounds
Cold cold Martin's tunes playing like the trees
A whisper
That's no whisper its bono, as if he was in a chrisper
Check it out no you'll never find another one like so so
Swift it's almost like I'm lost
A drift like That guy from straits
He might have gotten older but he knocks
Like me
On a date
The person I'm talking about?
Why it's (my) karaoke!
see?
Don't hate!

Sing o gales of light
Sing!
Tell the intrepid what they bring.
See o larks of love see!
Tell one another they need one another
To me
Ever so lonely.

He stole my sight
Away through cleaves
Her freckled hair lost among leaves
A wit, a fancy unbecoming of us
No sword or arrow could ever become thus
No just
This man trampled what belonged to us
His heart,
A link
To the Past

Frigid steps
Uninvited guests
Hideous segues
Rendezvous', no ways
Puritanical loves
Overvalued doves
But don't forget the turkey!

She saw me with the twinkle in her eye
A smirk a wry grin mistaken for a cry
The smooth sound of voice with voice
Satiny smooth skin a perk of the ear, her choice
Her sensory saucy chagrin the uplift of silky tragedies
The embulient sound of, come hither, wise words that look to expound from deep forgotten cavities
Alas.
How one tries to read a phone!

Dream on if you dare
The witch awaits you
Believe you're there
For now is the time

Scream in on your prayers
The tension has picked up
See if you're there
For now is the time

Gleam in your crooked stares
The brew is thickening
Make a move there
For now is the time
The time that I'm
Not sleeping

I turn on the TV through a circle on a device
The letters turn blue, ****, where are my eyes I mean the screen like a vice
I wait for the TV to register
The system looks at me and nods like Hannibal lector
I ready myself for the plug in
The games to be enjoyed for some fun sin
It looks like I could be ready for dark souls get deep and swim in
Everything is ready the pleasure of dopaminess joy
The 600 enemies ready for alloy
I am giddy at the feeling of masochistic wish
Who needs brains when your reflexes are at this
Good thing I am going an hour...but oh christ
Why did I turn on the TV through a circle on a device?

A ship, a pale storm in the mighty winds became so green as hue
Ancients of spirits saw the windswept spirit as bold...but new
Lo, then dirt and malice rises above through the deep dark blue
Ravages the splinterered vector off the safety of comfort it once knew
Threw the ship ill forgotten,
rummaging through deep waters of inertia begotten
As he recollects debris one managed to saunter to
As to what sticks to the shoe
Alas for 38 years was true!
And the 39th...

He was lost
Time distance memory
He was cross
Darkness resistance remembering
He was him
Before the tide turned

Malevolent colors erupt on
Sullen fixtures of uprooted
Roots of eventide, clashing
Down below blue scraped minnows
Of perfect balance

Retrograde astrology
In a new cosmology
She looks from afar
I see chronology
Don't laugh I gasp
The faint glimmers of sunlight
Look but don't leap
I want twilight
A friend so deep
The city sleeps
A crescent moon
A deep lagoon
The water and waves
The ocean paves
A dark line forward
How untoward
Stars tell the story
In this allegory
No matter how gory
Are the worries
I try to see
Believe what be
Stars tell the story
In the retrograde stars

Cold sneering leaves stick through frightful roots
Green shatters droplets of desire looking to ensnare views
A crescent wind sticks through circular layers ripping with bitter apathy
Yet paying to days of grey

Is energetic
Is visceral
Is existential
But no more pleasing to the eye
Than an eye that can see

Mystery, the faint illusion
Is often as closed as time
It pierces drives settles confides
In that which we can't find
Look beyond Maya
Try if you can
Heart will break
Love will take
Mystery's right hand
Alas, for were it so, no known would know......
...the line
For illusion is disillusion
And faith is refusion
As long as we can't see mystery's own

Behind!

Like the wave, she moved
Through harsh rocks that speak
Crescent light sparkled above
Only pastel...were the meek
And then a setting sun creaked in
Languid in its hue
Journeying foward they moved
Once again, anew

'Endless' is the wait
For a new day
Where the hidden can be free

Blood piercing my skin
Salvation a damnation in my mind
Quick like the scent of sin
Horrors crucifix rewind
Endlessly endless
Folk hearts and celibace

An age too unknown for hell
The driver is there as well
On a cross

Able to leap tall buildings with a single field...
Of experience!
Can answer any call with... unmitigated deliberance!
Will dress in sly stalwart fashion unless...
They believe you need deliverance!
But they looooove the hospital...

Crashing through the waves lies an inimitable gaze
She seems to speak in earnest
But nature pounds on her chest for days
Lost long ago
Alas she knows not of his ways

Someone I can almost rely
See through me
Stressed out simply
Issue with boundaries
Anger always a monstrosity
Good look in eyes
Annoyed by psychological wise
Spirituality a problem I despise
Seeing her body
Is always balanced on projected lies
Nice to a fault
Relaxed by default
Strength there as have been taught
Easy to believe
Though hard to find a side
This is someone
I can almost rely

Yes!
Said she wearing knee high boots and a shirt with short sleeves
But uhh hold on!
Tick tock, tick tock
Not a joke!
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Just...
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick