He had me in a position,
One I was unable to refuse...
A twitch to the left;  A pulse on the right--
He's got me.
Locked in... with those eyes.
Those moments...
Unable to be spoken
The air quiets. The silence climbs through my skin and from with I....
Let him see the other side
The point and moment where one side cannot do anything but beg.
To be let loose. Set free,
Suddenly.
To let it rise right in and take me,
Shake me to my core...
Leaving me wanting.
Yearning. Needing.
Pleading and begging...

There is no care left unaccounted for --
There has been a bit of memory ...?
Left on the floor.
Yet motionless is an understatement...
When that man makes me beg for the other side to take ahold of me
To run free.
Emotional enlistment
This...
...THIS.... is all I need
To feel that sting
That twitch... the pulse.
All of this one moment.
One breath--

A whisper of a shadow on the left
The hums of the air going right around me
These...
Shivers I beg. I plead--
Don't know how this man...
Understands.
Me. This need. This desire he set free!
To be needing and begging.
(Deep from within)
All of the flooding  the emotional waves that--
Crash amongst all the sands, jettys, and the dunes...
All in the dreams.
These moments aren't mere memories.
I'm begging
Pleading
Let me in.
I want that desire
That one hidden within

That animal you decide to show
Those hands the know every inch...
Of skin I possess.
The best little moment to let....
It all begin-- yet stop just as sudden.
On edge I wait for release...
Begging for us to be free.

I lay here watching
Which layers are spinning...
And what direction?
My mind dissects the clouds
Like a fog being burned by sunlight...
During the late morning.

This pattern above me
Rather pleasing... yet confusing...
I'm on the right,
I find it yielding left...

There's designs I can't name
Animals I can make...
Yet they all run away as I move
And the clouds spin trails...
Watching them evolve
Like a lifelong time lapse.

The drawn up moisture....
The streams of steam condensed...
Swirled and forged into cotton-like pillows of uncertainty.
The colors are the Indicators of moods
The light and mysterious
White and normal
Green and envious of the oncoming destruction
Black and gray depicting ends of sunshine filled days...

The life underneath grows, quivers, and in series of decays...
Some offer condensed clouds as flavored swirls in mugs...
But I rather watch the ones that love
Carrying wind and rain...
Have swirls of their own and a Name.

Though subject of objections
The will of nature has a forge...
To churn this stream of water around
Like spun sugars of cotton candy.
Much like a carnival, life is a surprise
An unyielding wild ride.

Directions are unclear
If i will be here
I have watched the life of
The swirl in this giant mug
Smack the coastlines with giant hugs...
Some rough love...

Though oddity
Have you seen what clouds can do
When spun around oak trees?

There are days where you and I
Can't quite seem eye to eye

There are days where I would wish
That there was something better than this

Now you see, I hope
Awhile, I have been afloat
Do You see what this does to me?
Nights pass by where I wait for simple things,
Though the words never come out right

You say the only thing you have left us to die,
I have seen proof Otherwise....

There are days where you and I
Can't quite seem eye to eye

Take a moment and wonder why
You have often seen tears in my eyes.

the morning is never the same,
wake up--look at the clock,
Now looking left
How the luck ive gotten myself into
a long wished and winded,
hope evaporating with the fog..
I THOUGHT i knew.
heart was beaten black to blue,
Given life because of you.
Heart beat, yet faint.
a desire to have the wish refrain...
The dream Begins again.

To the right, that clock.
The annoying sounds of Daybreak,
A choice to make.

Do I return?
Back into the realm of Dreams?
Where everything goes planned, imagined, and according to me?
Do I move on?
Stake my claim for the day?
Sit and make way for things...

Looking around now....
Have I given up?
Have I become complacent, compliant, or cordial?
What way should I be?
The way I wake... I declare

A familiar touch of the time
Memory of shine..
Through glass... watching the dust
It's a moment to feel...
As I wake.

Every move calculated. Im trying to know.
My math is wrong, or a miscalculation has made another variable.
Another story, another stitch in the tapestry
I can't find the answer. Though I was wondering if I was on the right lead.

The dead end is deafening.
I can only watch as the math is slotted to run.
The production of an answer
A show, a result, of this long division, this diversion.

Angles are perfectly fitted to one another,
But the math and figures don't add up.
What puzzle have i been working with?
What pieces are missing?
Have i always seen a solution, just never attempted to test...
This hypothesis, to seek truth?
Trying the experiment, the observations are clear.
I am not to be here.

Am I the imaginary? The rational?
Can it be equal? Can it be trivial?
Im trying yet again.
How can one plus one be two when in life its three?
Where and when am i me?
Have i fallen down this power of 2 factor tree?
Or am i fractals free?
This is a set of 3.

How about this matrix?
And this issue of multiplicity, these additional matrices?
On the axis, on this graph can you tell me?

My mind is the scatter plot. The images and notes...
Are points, but no correlation.
This conclusion, this test,
I wish i could rest, and divide by Zero.

dont call me a pancake,
i am not a flap jack.
i have pockets for syrup and butter,
and i am obviously hacked.
i can be made into flavors and be savory,
or remain sweet and sugary unbearable.

But--

no matter what you want to call me,
i am a waffle, a baked piece of yum,
so give them one or two...
and dont be the fool.
because its the tool that makes it go...
straight to your lips and eventually to someones hips.

so bake me, shake up the flavor...
stack me into a cake and slice me up,
but when the steam stops...
i am full of love.