You do not know heaven yet.

The jungles of the ****** only belong in your ocean of selfishness.
Battered to naivety, it is a lonely you,
with an even lonelier sea.

Where has your sight gone?

I see you look for the branches of must.
Where will you sail?
Past the holiest of grails?
Where will you must?

Lonely forever knows it's own trail of treacherous damnation.
And yet,
heaven beholds in the gentle help of a ravished beast.

The mercy in the eyes of a vulnerable criminal,
the tears down the cheek of a disabled limb,
and the whim of the hollow man.

Tell me, Where will you find heaven?

"This"

Your skin - my skin - and 3,000 miles of our own glorious sin.

It's my fault,
blame it all on me,
because I avoid my fear for more of your,
yum yum yum.

And I need to take more:

I want to kiss your heart, it endures our passion, our lust, our art.

Together,
1 on 1,
so undone,
and I allow you to see my light,
so limey bright.

We've created our own coating of sensational torment -
and I want to only breath your smell.

Sweat trickling down your pleasure trail - in the heat of the night - I will lick in delight.

My ultimate pleasure, my illumination.

You are radiance, you set my soul alight.

I want to kiss your heart, it  stumbles in my art.

What we are, what we are, drift what may, my radiant star....

internal damnation
i want to give you my might
exploding
lividly seething
the point beyond the humility of ---
myriad,
illusive to the pull,
nervous, fuckingggggg, nervous,
i can break you so easily
in the cacophony of vesitude,
clamp that jaw shut
this instinct, knows not.
what is it but a point?
a venomous snake,
gunned down, shake!
you won't make it beyond my shanks.
livid,
past the channel bank,
the ferocious fury of furious frankness
who else could you ****, inside you?
gentle, deliquency, dashing inside gritted bars.
i can walk away at any time.
within the coils, past all the strife,
the injustice abhors your incessant denial

I am not a part of your demise.

“Echo”

Through the tip toe dance of leaves,
their blatant yells and screams,
come back to me,
come back in three.

When you spoke of me last night,
nerves trembling,
puttering,
your might - crumbles - when it touches my door.

Where I feel your heat - every - where.

The bruises down your backside,
the bullet pinned pain down your spine,
I knew you in three.
Come back to me.

Where the doomsday strain,
of constant treacherous game,
I knew it wasn't meant to be.

Please don't come back to me.

'Cause where my flesh tears here,
I linger inside the embers of fear,
and I come - I come to loathe alone.

And, He's really saying,
"I'm sorry, I guess, I'm so **** sorry,
cause your worth,
to me,
isn't set in stone."

Where the inconvenience grates the abysmal rampage,
For I cannot be caged,
as I enjoy your fits of rage.

You ignored me and misunderstood my voice,
now with my might,
you have no choice.

Do you hear me? In three?

Echo, do you hear me?

Faintly, in three,
Karma, don’t come for me.

Echo,
No choice… no choice… no choice.

What happened to your voice?