Finding words where I never thought to look

In the back of my mind they were always there

I just never knew how to make them surface

You are not right
Don't tell me that you are
Because all I do is right
And all you do is wrong
Forgive me when my temper flares
But you don't know what you're talking about
Since my mind is more forbade than yours
More relevant
Worth something beautiful
Though your discouraging words hurt me extently
You mean nothing
Don't waste your time
On an unchangeable mind

Sun rises and sun sets
And the light fades away
As soon as the shadow reigns
In the dead of the night.

Agony covers the sky
Yet stars twinkle
And the moon sparks
With gentle ray.

Stained glass coffins
Crystalline mosquitoes
Death that masquerades
In silken flags and floras
Languorous beauties
Graffiti of red and violet light
Sirens kiss the bullets
As they scatter them
To burn holes in sepia dreams
Watercolor ghosts
Casting out wildflower candy
Attics that hide under
Strawberry dust and lemons
That melts into mildew
As they pass down the gullet
Layers of ashes in the belly
“But you told us to swallow!”
Masses of children howl
The pretty ghouls hiss back
“Cannot you tell a lie by now,
By the sweetness of its taste?”

Casting the richest rainbow,
A princess-cut diamond could not be your match.
Barely a fraction of the glow
Your rose-hued skin does hold
Shadows the delicacy
Of an angel's God-given halo.

No cornflower, birthed from sapphire, would be even
One half as excellent as your arresting eyes. Then,
If a craftsman may spin sugar with gold, into a waterfall
Of fluid spider's-silk... Well,
I would laugh. For you,
Your hair - it will forever be softer to the touch.

That white willow-whip body...
No more beautiful would it be
If Poseidon adorned it
With the luminescence of a new pearl's sheen.
Hewn from perfection, you would be nothing -
Nothing more than this finch note gilded in sunshine.

Your body was a sacred cell always,
A jewel that grew dull in garish light,
An opal which beneath my wondering gaze
Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the night.

I touched your flesh with reverential hands,
For you were sweet and timid like a flower
That blossoms out of barren tropic sands,
Shedding its perfume in one golden hour.

You yielded to my touch with gentle grace,
And though my passion was a mighty wave
That buried you beneath its strong embrace,
You were yet happy in the moment's grave.

Still more than passion consummate to me,
More than the nuptials immemorial sung,
Was the warm thrill that melted me to see
Your clean brown body, beautiful and young;

The joy in your maturity at length,
The peace that filled my soul like cooling wine,
When you responded to my tender strength,
And pressed your heart exulting into mine.

How shall I with such memories of you
In coarser forms of love fruition find?
No, I would rather like a ghost pursue
The fairy phantoms of my lonely mind.

Rules are rules
or are they?
If 12:01 is late for curfew
is there a greater consequence for 12:06?
If I call for 12:10 does that buy me 12:15?
Negotiating strictness
Bargaining freedom
Dealing Discipline
Oh to be 14 again.