Delicate ***** soft rhyme
Plush perverse petal lips
Sultry sweet sinful  lines
Pleasure passing thigh to thigh
Heavenly heavy decadent kiss
Hells howling blazing fingertips
Love and lust frolic
Under stars and sheets
Lust and love passing
Through sin to skin
Pulsing beat blood flowing
Beneath rigid flesh growing
Wicked wishes penetrating flower
Dreamful state interpreting scent
Drifting pheromone inhaling moans
Breathing mouths grasping tounges
Staining sheets fluids flowing
Slithering twisted limbs tangle
Silky sliding deeply climb
Cascading senses titilation crashing
Temptatious ****** cusp boiling
Seeping life leaking seed
Translucent liquid clinging vice
Foaming serpents blinded eye
Whisper begging groaning shout
Thickly exhale spewing forth
Lust abonded
Love inhaled
Slowly swaying pulse descending
Swollen passion lingers deep
Softly settles within velvet sheath
Lost to heavens pillow clouds
And hells cavernous desire
Found only in the iridescent
Colors of love and madness
Dancing in your eyes

All I know is her voice
All I've seen is a picture
I've read her words
Again and again
And my heart has been stolen
And it flys over the sea
Hoping
For a cup of coffee
At a table for two
For a warm hand
  to hold
During a long walk
thirty-two minutes
  past last call
To hear a soft whisper
  that quickens the heart
To get lost in the
  comfort of her arms
To lay awake through the
  night in a warm bed
Exchange a shy kiss
And listen to her voice
  until the morning sun
   crashes in
And we would laugh as the
  morning bird sings
And then sleep
And long
And dream
Of living in tomorrow
And escaping today

This can not be the first time
I have fallen madly in love with You
Is that not our names
Already written in the stars
Have our souls not danced
Before the dying of the sun
A thousand fates ago
Have our bodies not
Crashed into each other
In passions warm embrace
Time and time again
I know that I've been
Lost in those endless ocean eyes
Every new morning
As time begins
This is not the first time
Our love was oceans
And seas and mountains
And years apart
I will always
Find you
The madmans smile will
Light the way

With your pictute
Before my eyes
I did fall asleep
And in sleeping
I did dream
I dreamt you
Where here
And I
Was there
We fell into
Each others arms
It felt so real
I felt your warmth
Your voice
Your lips
Sweet scents
Filled the air
My fingers
Passing
Through your
Alluring hair
We laughed
And talked
And cried
And loved
And it seemed
To last many
A night
And days
And then
I turned
And my heart
Ached to wake
And lying still
In empty bed
I wept
And wept
Tears of joy
Pouring out
Of me
To have
Dreamt a dream
As beautiful
As you

She looked pretty enough
to **** the boredom between his legs
and he was drunk enough
that she could make him beg
and bark and do anything
she would command
and it was ten past desperation
and a quarter till nothing
but the cold embrace of an empty bed
and nothing really mattered
between the pages
of a dime store novel
drowning at the bottom
of a wishing well
full of bad pennies
and poor luck in the matters
of fairy tale love
and she was too broken to care
and he was too lost to find
and they found themselves
exchanging plastic smiles
and hollow laughs
and there was more ***** and alcohol
than blood inside their veins
and the regret of bad decisions
was something that
they didn’t seem to mind
and neither one could remember
whose house that they were in
as their clothes and inhibitions
were both lying outside
of the bedroom door
and they couldn’t tell if it felt good
because they couldn’t remember
what good was
but he grunted and barked
and she gasped and she moaned
and at some point they felt the need
for cigarettes
so they pretended
to be done and satisfied
and they didn’t speak a word
that didn’t end up in a laugh
and they were both the punchline
of a joke that no one else could hear
and they both decided to drown
in the bottom of another bottle
so they couldn’t see their tears

I saw you today or maybe it was just a picture or your name in a mirror and I fell again over my head and to the bottom of it all and nostalgia forgot to worry about the pain of longing just long enough to feel bliss and joy and all the little things that count the way towards love and I felt like a school boy with a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world that he would never be brave enough to talk to but still walked home with his feet never touching the ground and I day dreamed of dark swirling Vincent skys and stars and sailing across the endless ocean trapped in your eyes and it was a brief passing moment that lasted an eternity and then you were gone and all I could see was your name in a mirror that held onto your picture I found at the bottom of a dream where I was sleeping still falling into the madness of it all

I wake up everyday dreams lingering
Your vision still laying beside and underneath blanket and sheet
Your fingertips dragging along the heart of my skin
Your name still burning in the fire and flame
The faded stars still singing your name
And it feels like I had just fallen asleep a moment before
Madly and wildly you were dancing in my heart
Wildly and madly I had whispered into the dark
I Love You so completely tonight but come morning
I will love you even more
And every morning and every night it will always be true
I will love you forever and the next day a little bit more
Forever and ever where you end I will always begin

Another celebrity has died and we're all crying how unfair and cruel life is.  Telling 2016 to go **** itself... But maybe we should stop whining, maybe we should take this moment and appreciate how lucky we are to just be alive.  We're on a planet that happens to be just the right distance from a sun, just the right size to support life as we know it.  And if you're reading this you were the first little swimmer that shot out of your dads **** to make it to your moms eggs, congratufuckinlations on that!  Life can be great and life can be horrible and horrible can always get worse.  So every time a celebrity dies, lets stop complaining how unfair it is.  Lets be grateful they were the fastest swimmer, that they existed.  Lets be thankful we heard their music, read their books, memorized their poetry.  That we were moved by their art and craft, inspired by their work.  Death may have taken their bodies, but their music and art and souls belong to time and the world.  Celebrate and be grateful for the gifts they gave.  All of our lifes are finite, treat all your friends and family and loved ones with gratitude for just existing and being a part of your life.  None of us are safe from death, no ones life will be free of pain and sickness... mistakes will be made and hearts will be broken.  Like I said earlier, life is a circumstance of miracle and luck.  So live and learn, get hurt and grieve, love and love,  fall whenever you're lucky enough to find it... even if its with a stranger on the other side of the ocean.

Somethings got to break
Somethings got to give
Somethings got to hurt
Somethings got to spill
Somethings got to ache
Somethings got to fall
Someone has to dream
Someone has to leave
Someone has to hope
Someone has to cry
Someone has to love
Someone has to die
Sometimes its just nothing,
Nothing at all

Falling in love is difficult...
No....
Not reallly, it just happens
Enjoy it when it happens
Know that your lucky
  to have it happen
No matter if its at first sight
Or years of work
Enjoy it
Be lucky

There lies a consciousness to the soul
That most would ignore
But if you hear its call
I must implore
That you listen to it close
For it is the difference between
Complicity and slavery
Don't sell your mind
For pennies on the dime
Embrace the possibility
Of freeing yourself
From mental slavery
Don't allow your children
To fade into the masses
Of the simplicity
Of being *****
Stand strong and fight
Love and unity
Is our last hope
And its drowning
To greed
And fear
And hate
And profit
And it's still
A world of US
VS them
And we have them outnumbered
But we're still losing
But that doesn't mean
We should give up hope
It isn't a world yet
Where Dollars
Beats sense
It's not too late
As long as
We still have at least
You
You to make
A stand
The world as it
Is today
May not be worth
Fighting for
But should that mean
We just lie down
And give up
Tomorrow

...

So please...
Take a breath
Even if it is your last
And listen
To your souls consciousness
And fight for
What your
Heart
Knows is right
Even if we are
On the
Losing side

Strange dreamers
Mad lovers
Crossing oceans
Stealing stars
Drinking moonlight
Killing suns
Making night
Forever ours
Silent screaming
Painful dreaming
Aching feeling
Too far
Too deep
Two hearts
Beat...
Beat..
Beating
Bleeding
Needing
Strange love
Mad dreams
Too much
Not enough
The never
Ever
Never
Is forever
Ever
Never
Mad love
Dreaming
Dreaming
Strange love

Buzz cut
  Rope tie
BANG!BANG!
Someone's gotta die
Pray to cash
  Bleed for oil
It's the smell of death
  That the blind dogma
    Loves best
Grind the gears
  Toss your bones
Keep the Kings safely
  Up on their Thrones
**** **** ****
  To feed the HATE
We can't let the illusion
  And FEAR dissipate
BOMBS BULLETS bodies
  we need
MORE MORE MORE
WAR is Big
  BUSINESS for
All them political
   ******
BOMBS BULLETS bodies
  So easily replaced
Are all the things we waste
Buzz cut
  Rope tie
BANG! BANG!
  Only DEATH makes
     it OUT(T)A LI(V)E

love capable of creating
hate habitually destructive
we would rather
spill each other's blood
than find a way
to mend one another's wounds
and why?
when hate nourishes the mind
as well as cyanide
poisons the body
and love can tend the broken
of past and present
and bring warmth in days to come
why do we give into
the short quick fuse
of anger and hate when love
is always there
patient and waiting

Let us celebrate a day of history
When the separation of a single people
Was a willing act of treason
And an act of chasing freedom
Let us not forget history as it was
Not as how they want it passed down
The blood and stain of shame
Is still buried deep down in the soil
Of a troubled nations ghost
Both past and present
The last empire to commit the near complete genocide of a proud and fierce true native
Then built up a monsterous industrial complex plantation
With workers bound by chain of ignorance and hatred
Men and women and children treated less than animal
Remind me again what am I to be proud of
And some will say we've come so far
Then why are lines still being drawn
Why does the world continue to separate
Why are children still dying in the streets
Why are soldiers coming home without their feet
Why are our mothers still plaqued with grief
Nations still using bullets and bombs
To argue that we are always in threat of harm
From the unknown
And like children afraid of the dark
Everone is trembling under sheets
Afraid of an invisible beast
But fear is still fear
And fear is what betrays us
Keeps us from unity
Keeps us fighting each other
Instead of fighting for each other
You can keep your pride of nation
I will keep my fight
Pushing towards
The union
Of all people

Its easy to pretend as I dream in never never land where love is an eternal blooming flower that is  not just devoured by the hour But when I  wake its my perpetual fall from grace that keeps you out of reach And even if you were near it would be simply out of fear that I couldn't hold your hand But back to sleep I'll go and see your face behind a veil and hear the moon and the sun and stars sing of how beautiful you are in white But it's only make belive and its the kind of love that
looks good on paper The kind that would never end if only just pretend But eventually I'll have to go The dream will end a heart will break  but somewhere between forever and never I can always find your flower

Her kiss was full of venom
Her teeth were made out of
  broken pieces of glass
Her tongue was a slithering snake
  that crawled down your throat
  and squeezed all the blood out
  of your heart and swallowed
  your soul whole
She couldn't help but stab you in
  the back, her finger nails were all little
  daggers... she couldn't hold or touch
  anyone without cutting to the bone
She was beautiful though, and even more
  beautiful to anyone who looked at her
  with heartache in their eyes
And she could smell heartache,
  heartache and loneliness and all
  the foul smells of a broken soul.
She was helplessly attracted to the scent,
  she couldn't control herself around the
  aroma of misery
You could never tell by looking at her, but
  she was miserable too.
She was as every bit as broken as she
  was beautiful
She made a deal with the devil the first time
  her heart was broken, she just didn't want
  to feel the pain she told him
So he shook her hand and numbed her wounds
  but he never took the pain away
Her heart is still broken but she doesn't know
Because she can't feel what the devil
  made numb

Why do I love you
Why does this passion
Grip my heart so tight
Always left dreaming
Of you
Both when I'm asleep
And when I'm awake
And I imagine you
Sitting near
Your hand and mine
Holding down the night
My heart and yours
Beating and naked
On an endless shore
Love never dying
Finding eternity
With a simple kiss
I would find
An endless bliss
If you only knew
Why I love you

Lets get drunk
And howl at the moon
Lets steal a smile
And **** an innocent kiss
Lets tell a golden fib
And ****** the moons sweet lullaby
Lets dance naked under stars
And taste the flower
Between your thighs
Let our souls descend
To devils fire
And flames of sin
Lets find pleasure of heavens pulse
While lost to acts of hell
Let our voices growl
And whisper heavy
With drips of love
Let us indulge
In merging heart to heart
While commiting deeds
Under sheets of carnal beast
While the ghost
Of the murdered moon
Raises from its ash
And drinks the overflow
Of our love and lust
Not able to distinguish
Between the two
It spreads a drunken smile
Across the night
As it watches
Our madness burning
In time and song
The moon lets out
Its midnight howl

the gently sun peeks through
the long clouds stretching out
across the horizon
and up into the morning sky

a parade of silhouetted leafless trees
march up and down the hillside

the earth spinning in a perfect
and endless pirouette

the seasons always on the move
coming and going
gone and here again

nearby the moon practicing
her crescent smile
the stars applying
their shimmer and shine
the night dying its blanket
in a new wash of pitch black
the shortest day of the year racing by
collecting the last
of what it can find for warmth

and somewhere off in the wings
winter is shaking the last
of autumns dusk from her coat
waiting for the curtains to close
the stage to be reset
the lights to dim

waiting for the moon to walk out
on her tightrope
far above the crowd below
to see her perfect practiced
crescent smile light the stage

winter enters on the back
of the great north wind
a wind that in a certain light
at a certain angle
sometimes looks like
a great white wolf
with mischievous eyes

winters footsteps litter the stage with snow
her skin reflecting cool blues
and cold lights
somehow offers a special warmth
the warmth of

sleeping children dreaming
of snowmen and sleigh rides
little mice finding feasts
in what we would call crumbs
far away fathers remembering
quite nights and home fires
expectant mothers waiting impatiently
for cozy blankets and bedtime stories
for the long and lonely grief
to remember what once was
and to feel that joy again
and to smile in knowing
that no one is truly ever gone

and as suddenly as it began
the night though long
seems too short

the moon tired but still smiling
trades places with the sun

and the clouds stretch out
to cover the long horizon

and winter marches
with the leafless trees
up and down the hillside

waiting with the trees
for their leaves to bloom
and her time to pass
and go again

I pulled the book off the shelf
ran my fingers down the spine
and then up again
feeling the magic bound within

I wept inside with tearful joy
my heart listening to the happy songs
from the pages waiting to be opened
read intently
gazed at endlessly
and finally turned

I held the book to my chest
hugged it tightly
as tightly as a mother
hugging a child
she thought lost to war
a husband hugging his wife
afraid if he let go
he would wake
and find his wife
had just been a dream
a child hugging everything
and anything

this book that is as much of my heart
as my hearts own flesh and blood
this book
the first book that taught me
life and love are so often the same thing
in all of their beauty and joy
all of their desperation and despair
love and life
pressed between
and printed on
the pages of this book

a good friend
a friend from long ago
an old friend
that will never grow old

the book opens
and my heart applauds

Your heart is trapped in the cold and the numb
Behind a wall inside of you of impossible heights
I have seen these things behind your eyes
Your eyes of infinite tears of salt and oceans blue
Your pain painted with brush strokes
Mixed with the colors of lunacy and magic
Swirling like stars of Van Gogh
This is where and how I learned to love you
Fall madly for you
Devote my heart and soul to you
And only you
Your eyes lead me into the mouth and madness
Of my own heart and soul
Showed me the true reflection of my love and spirit
Never before had love bloomed more wildly and lovely
Never before had there been such a garden inside me
Never had the flowers swayed and sung so merrily
I had known both love and madness before
But never had I known or been so madly in love
Never so perfectly connected to my inner being
Never felt the harmony of the universes heart beat in sync with my own

Here...

Lost in the paint and magic of  your eyes
And the pain and ache of your soul
The hopes and dreams of your heart
All your perfectly beautiful frailties
Here in your shrouded darkness
I found your light
And in your light I found
A touch of unknown delicacy
A color unkown to mortal eyes
An exquisite madness
And I found the lost truths of love
Whispered and shouted
Dancing and twisting
Entwining with my blood and marrow
Lifting the lost and dead pieces of both my heart and soul
The unknown secrets of life and joy pulsing throughout me
Bringing me whole and making me complete
I have become part of something more
Than life and death
Than love and sorrow
Than suns and moons
I have become the freedom
Of the sins of angel and beast
Of the beginning and end of time
Of heaven and hell

I want to be tied to your bed
To keep the monsters beneath
And the devil out
I want to be chained to your wall
To always be bound inside with you
And to help tear it down
I want to be buried in your heart
To keep its flow and pulse forever warm
I want to be the war of the wind
To blow away the coulds
And **** the rains of doubt
Let me live and love you
From within your darkness
And by your side
I will always be yours
Even if you will never
Be mine
I cannot stop my fall
And love for you
I cannot control
This fate anymore than I could willingly stop
My heart from beating
And my heart
Will beat for you
Past the decay of my bones and flesh
Past the ends of the world
Past the broken ticks of time
My heart and my love
Always set
Always rise
Over infinites horizon
Singing for you
And only you

It was one of those bad days that followed me as my heavy weary eyes fell to slumber.  Soon nightmares had wrapped their blanket of fear and doubts around my heart and lungs.  My bed turned to a turbulent  ocean soaked with tears and silent screams echoing in the lighting streaking between thunderous clouds.  I tried to scream back but only silence slithered and slid out of my throat.  My sweat collected into thick crimson red puddles and claws reached out and strapped me down farther into the darkness.  I knew it was a nightmare but everything was eating away at my senses and no amount of struggle could wake me.  Arguments and memories haunting me and dragging away the joy in my heart.  My eyes held open as I was forced to watch another dream die as this nightmare unfolded its dark corners.  
I would have started crying but I had died with the dream... turned into a ghost to wander aimlessly through its death.

My eyes creaked open but my mind was still lost in the nightmare.  My heart beat slow and cold in my chest and pulsed a living numb through my bones and marrow.  I had no urge to get out from under the blanket the nightmares had tangled me in.  All I wanted to do was let the misery wash over me and drown me... I couldn't even start crying, I just didn't have the will to do anything.  I layed there in dark, staring off towards the void... just wanting to be swallowed out of existence.

I start to move subconsciously as my hand reaches blindly for my phone and my fingers strech out across its surface.  I'm not aware of what is happening... and then your picture appears in front of my dreary eyes and the words just fall out in a hushed whisper... "i love you.. "
In an instant, the blanket disappears and warmth resurges within my heart.  The dream resurrects itself and puts the nightmare in the noose.  I press my lips to your picture and repeat the words again... "I love you"
Somedays thats the only thing that can get me through another day

Kiss me until I forget my name
Then peel away my skin
Reveal my death within
My flesh is yours for the taking
For pleasure or for feast
There is no denying
You bring out my savage beast
Kiss me until my mouth is broken
And my tounge is swollen
Then force me to say your name
I'll be your beggar
Your fool
Your slave
Just put me in my place
I'll be your sin
I'll fall for your disgrace
Kiss me until I've been consumed entirely
**** all the of my devotion from my breath
Drain all the blood from my chest
Wear my completion as pearls hanging between your *******
Leave me limp and lifeless
A soul of only ghost
Then with teeth of fierce intention
Bring my body back to life
Kiss me
Kiss me
I would ****** to know
Your bliss

He found her at the bottom of a broken dream drowning in an ocean of tears and he stripped his soul bare and fashioned it into a rope and dove down through the raging waves and torrent undertow of her sorrow
he found her barely breathing with blue lips and broken pieces of her fragile heart bleeding through her chest
she was perfectly human with  beautiful flaws and her love was pouring out in storms of loud roars of electricity and silent screams of thunder
yet she was still more alive than dead
but wanting to not have to feel anything at all
he reached out his hand and waited for her to reach back
and she sat there quitely trying to hide all the tears that surrounded them both
and the longer she sat without moving the deeper he felt himself fall
he wanted desperately to fall by her side and hold her close
and tell her she would be ok
but he knew she wasn't ready to be held or comforted or to leave yet
so he waited with his hand outstretched and he would wait until the end of time
not in hopes that when she was ready she would fall too
but because he had already fallen so far that nothing else mattered more than being there for her for whatever she would need and whenever she would need it
and love had never quite felt as beautiful as it did now as it beat wildly for her in his chest

My heart never so open
To breaking
My soul never so ready
For the taking
I am hoplessly fallen
Given to madness
Sickly in love
Dreaming
Dreaming dreams
In my every breath
In and out
Another dream
Of you
I keep falling
As I've fallen
Through time
And logic
Only madness
Crashing through
The floor
And earth
No stopping
My descent
Fallen to these dreams
Begging for realease
Break my soul
And take my heart
My life
My love
My inspiration
All yours
For the talking

A silent conversation where everything is felt and known
in the soft quite space between our eyes
and nothing but slow rhythmic breath passes from our lips
and we don't have to force a smile
and just enjoy the silence wrapped around us
and the noise of nothing tying us together
in a locked gaze free to be ourselves
without the judgment of sound
and happy enough with being bored of being
and still brave enough to poke around
and dare to be a little more than just be
and finding a connection in knowing
together we are still alone
but there is no need of feeling lonely
because all we ever wanted was someone
that understands they don't have to understand
every little thing that isn't said
because there is often a deeper story in the pauses
between each sound and syllable
and each sigh and moan
and sometimes it is better to just lay there
in the comfort found outside the reach of our skin
and listen to the meaning of why
our hearts are beating beneath our bones
in the silent conversation
where everything is felt and known