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1.4k · Apr 2016
To My Grandfather
Wanderer Apr 2016
At least it was springtime
I whisper to myself as he eases into the unknown
Such a strong man, a quiet man
My grandfather no longer suffering
Another gentle soul these hands have helped
Continue on this journey of "being"
No longer human
Scattered amongst the in between
You are loved
You will be missed
Rest in Peace
William Reppert passed away at 11am this morning after a much love filled life and a short amount of suffering.
1.4k · May 2012
Pharma Sutra
Wanderer May 2012
Obsessed with a cure
Constantly distorting what occurs in nature
Refining it. Mixing it with chemical burn concoctions.
Covering every inch of green as far as you can see
Growth hormones.
Pesticides. Insecticides. Don't-care-if-the-bees-die-icides.
Anything that can be sprayed on a crop for higher yields
All they care about is production and profit
Hundreds of new factories every year
Pumping out quick acting gel tabs
Filling the cabinets with placebos
Close enough to the edge of science to not be considered god
A two billion dollar a year industry
To stay young
Be healthy
Not have to get off our fat, lazy, publicly ill-educated *****
To lose weight
Nothing worth having ever came easy
Your inability to learn from your mistakes takes over
Watching the inevitable if not medicated decline of society
DNA withering away to dust, until only shells are left
Gaudy and virile played out right before us like a badly made ****
Doesn't matter who is getting ******
You are still watching
1.4k · Oct 2015
Prism
Wanderer Oct 2015
It was not until I was forced to taste the shades of gray
Lying like a death shroud across your face
That I truly embraced the full spectrum
Of every other color
I miss you every day.
1.3k · Jun 2012
Intensity
Wanderer Jun 2012
I used to hang out with subtleness
But she bruised my ego so I stripped her bare
Inviting promiscuity to be my friend instead
Open and easy my smiles come quick
Especially for him
The intensity of his gaze hugged close to my glistening curves
Heavy intentions tempo my movements deep and slow
The dance floor is crowded with seeking bodies
His eyes locked only on me
Devouring
I'm going in for the ****
Licking my lips, him chasing my hips
This is gonna be quick
Major rager tenting his chinos
I want some. Real bad.
His breaking dawn sunset scent making it impossible not to salivate
Closer. Come closer to me.
I am as close as I am going to get
Without falling
Hard. At his feet.
Begging him for just a taste
He doesn't know it yet
I am going to **** him down
Wants it but doesn't know it
I am going to swallow all that juicy ***
Craves it but doesn't know it
He will be the one begging
Begging for more
Gyrating inspired this. Belly dancing to BeatsAntique.
1.3k · Mar 2012
Oasis
Wanderer Mar 2012
Speechless
Shocked
Breath gasps from a dry, raw throat
Please. I beg of you.
Staccato whisper. Ragged. Torn.
Have mercy on the withered
Dead skin sloughs off into a scaly pile
I can feel my heart flutter, sputter
I've been too long in the sun
Blisters litter my shoulder and neck
Joints grinding and empty
Thoughts of thunderstorms and monsoons taunt
Finally drops touch my lips
Tears to my eyes
I thought I had nothing left to give
Relief
1.3k · Sep 2015
Would Have Been 5 Years
Wanderer Sep 2015
I once blushed golden on a blue watered beach
As the minister held out rings for us to share
Each had it's own meaning for the other
Each heart's deep love laid bare
Those same eternal circles now rest quiet
On ceramic lily pad made especially to hold
Vivid memories of your hand in mine
Happy Anniversary my love, in whispers softly told
September 22, 2010 I married the love of my life. He now is scattered amongst the stars. Each twinkle reminds me of the smile in his eyes and the brightness of his soul. I miss you, Jeremiah.
1.3k · Jan 2015
Peel My Love Like An Onion
Wanderer Jan 2015
All of the passion has been ripped from me
Piece by excruciating piece
Layer by sandpaper-salt-wound layer
Until all that remains
Is the hallow, numb seat of my soul
Cradling softly to my shadowed center
*The last sweet breath of you
1.3k · May 2014
Sex Sprint
Wanderer May 2014
Gazing down at me
In starry eyed brilliance
The apex of your pleasure
Reached with sweated brow
Clenched teeth and moans
Energy released leaves love's scent
Heady. Hazed. Humming.
My body curls into yours
As worked out lungs catch up
To our finish line
Wanderer Sep 2015
There is gold in them hills, he says
Gazing whistfully at her peaks and valleys
So he's going digging
Chipping happily away at each new glittering curve he discovers
She watched on in giggling, sunlight type wonder
Curious if he shall ever be satisfied
For he was of a thirsty nature
One for white lightening
Another for the metallic shine
Of her lace-edged divine
1.3k · Mar 2012
Missing Mile
Wanderer Mar 2012
Wanderlust
Eerie lights bob and weave through twilight mist
The exotic scents of Cajun spice and sweet *** linger
Quiet
Breathing deep bayou heavy air
Settling moistly into clove filled lungs
Chicory sends all the senses ablaze
The skies are big here
Brilliant constellations loom over scattered thoughts
Impressive and singular in their silent sentinel forms
A slowly ebbing tide recedes
It's 3am. The time when dreams die.
Leaving is a constant urge but I always come back
Head stone cold and porous against my tired spine
I've been walking a while
Never really knowing what the night will bring
Always hoping it's winding road will lead to you
1.3k · Jul 2014
Freedom Trip
Wanderer Jul 2014
My skin goosebumps with the breeze
Early July melting silking soft, my vision
Lucy firing metallic spark neurons
Across the liquid night sky
Sulfur edges closer in it's hazing accent
Pool water lapping against the edge
Makes me giggle
******* hard, eyes wide
I take it all in
in awe
The laughter of our captured youth echos
Mountains stand in shadowed silent regard
Cradling our memories, pasting them
against our walls
I lean back in pure joy
Deep sigh of contentment
Overwhelmed by sensation
Sizzle singed, stretched thin, just need a little closer
Inhaling the scents of independence
Cut grass, twilight dew, chlorine
Charcoal takes me back every time
Chemical rearrange pulls spastic front to back
*All I can think about is having you here
Acid paired skinny dipping.
Wanderer Nov 2012
I read today that they plan on patenting our DNA
Placing RFID chips deep inside the child's brain
So that when he grows older he will be tame
Now I don't know about you you or you
But I'd rather be dead than not free
Barbed wire cages with iron for bars
Under the guise of "security"
For the sake and safety of "democracy"
My hands are still shackled
Even though my feet shuffle on
Our children are poisoned by vaccines
Yet if you decline you are an unfit parent
Who are they to ******* say?
Where did our voices go?
Have we become consumed by consumerism?
Numb and blind to our basic instincts of survival
Toilet paper will be a luxury one day
Most will be crying in the bushes as they wipe their *** with poison ivy
Uneducated. Barely skilled. Their media sources corrupt.
I'll be in the woods hunting deer and building shelter
**I'd rather be dead than not free
Wanderer Aug 2013
I have looked up through telephone wires
Still feeling very much a visceral part
Of my preconceived notions of safety
Even with the realization that I cannot look for it up there
Strength does not lie in numbers
In metal
In words
In religion
Or flesh
Those roots run soul deep
Reflecting midnight pools of
I-know-why-I-have-not-fallen
In eyes as big as a full summer moon
You can smell it's heady perfume in my hair
Catch the dazzle of it's fortitude in my smile
I watch their hands tangle together
Knowing that there is not a knot I've met that I cannot unravel
Find comfort in your soft sheets and current pleasant dreams
Expecting other's to always carry your weight
Instead of using your own two hands
Leaves you nothingbut a **Nightmare
This is in response to the pathetic ramblings of the eternally naive and self-made disasters I have been forced to expose myself to more often lately than I would have cared.
1.3k · Dec 2011
A Cautionary Tale
Wanderer Dec 2011
Poisoned.
Veins on fire.
Ashes fill a mouth once deified
Yet those standards fell short even for me
Smoldering beneath the surface
Waiting to pounce
Didn't see it coming in the form of a gold rimmed cup
Tasted sweet at first then bitter and acrid
Smoke tendrils slither around my ankles
This blaze will not be put out
A silent scream wrenches tender flesh and bone
Poisoned.
The water. Don't drink the water.
1.3k · Nov 2013
Chasing Wild
Wanderer Nov 2013
Wild heart
Gypsy soul
Traveler of the outskirts
Dancing through the darkness
Stars dangle in my hair
Tasting midnight on my lips
You mark me every time
Teeth. Hand-prints. Essence.
I never leave whole
Pieces of me, of you, crocheted into grandma squares
Dot the journey between us
Hansel and Gretel style
"Pick them up"
You pick them up!
Connect their edges
Our nimble fingers weaving through
A wash of color and heartache stretches between us
In order to grow we must hurt
One of your smiles nips at my pinky as my needle moves
I miss their edge
Moaning softly, shaking memories loose
Warmth easing through the distance between you and I
"Let's wrap up in each other"
But we are not done!?
..."We never will be. I want you now."
1.3k · Jun 2016
Simply, I Miss You.
Wanderer Jun 2016
I often sit and wonder
Amongst the blurred water colors of twilight
What you would have to say about today
Commenting softly on the morning bird song
Humming against the back of my neck in sleepy adoration
Sometimes I cry with longing, with regret
At all we will never share
Most often I smile that secret you and me smile
At all we were able to lay bare
The weight of your hand in mine has no measure
I recognize it in the deep hours of night
I'll hear your voice, taste your taste
Notice your presence in bright summer light
We lived drunk, so high our eyes crossed
Soaking up every second we had to grab
Nothing that strong lasts for long
I'm blessed to have loved you
Blessed to love you still
There is no end to you and I. Just a change in how we now exist. Me, physical. You, spiritual. The love remains the same.
1.3k · Jul 2014
Anger Management
Wanderer Jul 2014
Fire in the sky
Volcano spores finding seed
Within my spark scarred chest
They grow
Racing lava through enraged veins
Once alabaster skin chameleons to crimson
Overwhelmed
It must find an outlet
This intensity could burn down a village
Melt glacial strongholds
Even evaporate the deepest depths
I choose instead a different route
Pen in hand, ink my battle axe
Blank page, innocent lines
*****. Pillaged. Plundered.
Many verses later I am spent
It's purity never stood a chance
I rarely feel the emotion of anger. When I do, you read about it.
1.2k · Feb 2015
On Earthquakes and Craters
Wanderer Feb 2015
My heart sleeve is tattooed and scattered
Four wind corner scars
Crisscrossing like battle lines
I've drawn in this sand of mine
The roar of your cannon's memory
Explodes loud and clear
Over the muffled cries of those that marked before you
Their leaving was more like a land mind
Blasting craters in my giving soil
That have since filled back in
Where as you hurt as Namazu would
Without Kashima to guard
*Ripping my earth apart
Everyone leaves a mark, no matter the size. Our lives are not but memory and those memories can both hurt and heal.
1.2k · Mar 2012
Mother Earth's Lammantation
Wanderer Mar 2012
Derelict
Veins cauterized by the voracious disease that is humanity
Pulsing energy like that of a dying super nova
Wound down into a psychotic point
Of reassimilated matter
Clawing desperately at choking trachea
CANNOT ******* BREATHE
Send soldiers!
Briefly examine damage
No options left, radical radiation annihilation
This is a call to war
Stage set, ongoing fight to keep alive
Daily being ***** for more and more
THEY ALWAYS WANT MORE!!!
Ripping. Clawing. Grasping. Devour
Full of their synthetic poison
I can still do it better
Revolt
Predictability has never been in my nature
evil laugh
So begins the end times for megalomaniacs bent on destruction
Tsunamis, Tornadoes, Earthquakes
I.
Will.
Prevail.
1.2k · May 2012
Creators
Wanderer May 2012
Soft thoughts shift and mingle
Centering on seriousness and concern
The view below one of sped up haz-mat suit production
Gears of War turning swiftly ahead
As much compassion, joy and love as they could muster influencing them
Miracles happening every day
Constantly surrounding them with the ability to choose
Lately their decisions have become swift and greedy
Blind to all their blessings, cups full and still thirsty
Birthing their children into seeds of numbness and hate
Slaves and slavers to the ravenous machine
Language devolving into just more. more. more.
Worried that they still do not understand
The quest for the meaning of life simple and secure
Channel change on the world below
Millions of acres of altered food.
Genetics mutated.
Whole species wiped out.
POISON
Shrinking back into the safety of space
This place has come undone. Wrong.
Settling in weary acceptance
Finally turning their attentions after never giving up
Perhaps they will untwist on their own...
Immortality is not attained through the ability to survive.
*But through the ability to impact.
1.2k · Mar 2012
Quest
Wanderer Mar 2012
A barnacled bow beneath booted feet
Captain's quarters stifling and close tonight
The wind whips through my hair
An inky exspanse of Caribbean ocean lays ahead
Twinkling stars fade out above me
Dawn breaks over a hazy horizon
Dreams have taken root inside a cold heart
I gave up the hope of treasure
Content with the sea and a bottle
Her siren's song pulling me ever farther into the
ocean's expansive wilderness
Anxious for daylight
Salt for veins
Land feels unnatural, unmoving, but I must find you
Scents of coconut and spice penetrate memories of being whole
"Land **, Captain!"
Pulse kicks in
Fire replaces salt
A true treasure hunt begins
1.2k · Apr 2012
Luster
Wanderer Apr 2012
In the wet pulsing core of passion lays desire
It's beating heart one of playful lust and deep emotion
I lick my lips around a blow pop
Sugary sweet sour apple *** shot love
I would rather be popping my lips around your mushroom head
Soaking up the melody of your moans
As you tangle one too careful hand into the fall of my hair
Pull. Harder.
It's been awhile
Playing Russian Roulette with ****
I just hope this barrel is cocked and loaded
Your hips move faster
Pumping into my soft hole
"just like that. Oo yeah baby. I love ******* this mouth."
Pushed through clenched teeth
So close, on the edges of suffering
What can I do?
I reach up with my idle hand and tug gently on your straining sac
Your head flew back, blew the top clear off.
Your hands pulling harder.
Filling my throat with warm, salty ropes of ***
I swallow and smile, satisfied with myself
Watching you bask  in your afterglow
My eyes wander over your body, intrigued
Tingles race up my spine
Noticing you will definitely be up for round two
Aching with the knowledge of release
Already slick for you
1.2k · Mar 2012
Fame Junkie
Wanderer Mar 2012
Attention
Lifestyles of the starving
Investment of the soulless
chug chug chug
Feeding your empty eyes with *****
Busted veins with mercury *******
They all adore you
Broke down, washed out
Swallowed whole
Ravenous
Teeth gnashing to take a bite of fame
Eventually succeeding but left bereft
The sour after taste of greed lingers
Another day-Another dollar
Who's **** will you **** to get ahead?
Blow
Lunch time slow cigarette burn
1..2..3
Nicotine never fills the void
1.2k · Apr 2014
Loon(a)
Wanderer Apr 2014
She wore South wind day dresses
Smiles wreathed in sunshine
Her scent that of wild poppies
For one inhale and you'll want her in bed

Not for sleeping of course

Clouds pass her by in winking layers
Catching glimpses of pearlescent flesh
As twilight falls
Rolling hips center stage
With silver glow of moonlight
Kissing every luscious curve
1.2k · May 2016
Fogged Windows
Wanderer May 2016
Deep sighs at day break*
Our heated surface no match for the inferno inside
Raging for the ache of your dark touch
Sweat slicks already lubricated flesh
I curve into the muscled wall of your chest
Closer
I need it
I need you
Appalachia shadows criss cross fogged windows
Penetrating stories written along their dewed edges
I writhe beneath your whispers of
"Come for me"
Body bowed, tight like violin strings
Played by expert, elegant fingers
Shudder. Surrender
The seat of my soul flooding with pleasure, with release
Request granted
1.2k · Oct 2014
Caramel Sauce Celebration
Wanderer Oct 2014
Your sweet sugar bubbles
Boil rolling in the pan
Heavy bottomed, 3 quart stunner
With attitude for a handle
Luscious amber satin evolving into
Dark velvety ribbons
If allowed to cool
Heat from the stove opens pores
I'm gathering your heavenly scent
Into every inch of me
Salted caramel sauce is on the way
Covering special occasion cheesecake
You'll blow out your candles and make a wish
Mouth full of the love I cooked up for you
1.2k · Jan 2015
Artemis
Wanderer Jan 2015
In your modesty shadows reign
Until you turn your face our way once more
Gracing us with silver beauty without equal
1.2k · Mar 2016
Thaw
Wanderer Mar 2016
My fingers itch to coast along your sensitive tips
Each sigh and tremor enough to make me remember
What spring sunlight feels like
After a long, dark winter
Wanderer Jun 2014
The soft whisper of your breath
Against my nape
Sends shivers quivering down my spine
Thighs ache to part for you
"Not yet..."
I can smell my wetness permeating the air
Between our pulsing layers
Soft tongue snakes out to taste
Satiny swirls right below my ear
Every glide has me melting, swaying
Closer to the hazed space of your heat
Another *** charged moment and I'll explode
"Please?"
My plea reaches sigh focused ears
Heavy seconds pass until at last
The edges of your teeth sink into pliable shoulder
Your moan.
My scream.
*Our release.
1.2k · Jun 2014
Brittle
Wanderer Jun 2014
From frigid to convection oven
Seasons change
Yet your loss is not linked with snow
Perhaps in the sun's distance
I found solace
An escape from the pain of grief
Tears still fall in June
When the bright lights of our beginning burned
The weight of your lips on mine
Lingers
Will it ever ease?
I'd rather it wouldn't
Though bruised, I am thankful
Numbness has not taken hold
Winter is coming
I can still feel the cold
A day does not go by...
1.2k · Jan 2013
The Strange and Strangled
Wanderer Jan 2013
You pull
I push
The break is never easy, like taffy cooked too long
Shattering when stretched thin
That's how my inner monologue copes with anorexia
Eating holes straight through
But you could never stand the smell
Driftwood wet-rot thoughts boiling down
Catarizing the wound that always worries
My sluggish heart
Take a deep breath
Swollen and stolen it beats heavy in the starving cavity of my wintery chest
Longing  for summer
For the cosmic revolution that will bring it back around to the aching  center
The sun.  
You.
Life.
Wake me up when night falls
Wake me up with stars burning behind my eyes
1.2k · Sep 2015
Disgust
Wanderer Sep 2015
I know it is not my place
Yet I read your work and cannot help but wonder
Can you see yourself the way I do
Not just a mess. A horrible person
With honey in their words
Acid on their tongue
Dreams of neverwhere dripping like leaky faucet lips
I cannot help but want to fix with a wrench
Wanderer May 2012
Ten thousand feet above any other breath
I have ever taken
Easing chilled eye lids close
Savoring the clarity of the moment
A running start
Front flip off the front of the falls
Water pausing in mid-air
Then rushing past me in a deafening roar

My stomach turns in knots as I watch him eating
They call him a geek
Glass, copper coils, iron nails
His plumber is famous
A broken light bulb scatters before me
Now it's my turn to geek out
Placing a jagged shard on the end of my defenseless tongue

Dancing orbs of light scatter across the festival
Grounds ablaze with performers of all talents
Dragon breathed, tattooed, freaks from the circus's sidelines
All of us blood children to the flame
Blistered, scarred hands twirl above me
My fire hoop twisting up my glistening body
Heart entranced.
Fully alive.
1.2k · Jul 2012
Melodious Intensity
Wanderer Jul 2012
Your words to me are like music
Singing through my flesh with savage pounding intensity
Machine gun metal grating against dead nerves
Making me feel
Bringing me alive
Opening my eyes
To all the rotting visceral pain of the world
You consume me 
Twisting turning yearning and burning thoughts
Broken.
Weak and open to the heated weight of your gaze
I sway into the bass line
Entranced
Veins bloated, full of liquid want 
Racing wild through my senses
Come closer with those playing fingers
I want to feel you 
Feeling me heavy with saturated desire
Igniting the night with the wet want you inspire
1.2k · Jun 2014
Expectations
Wanderer Jun 2014
I'm looking for a runner
A top gun stunner
Someone who does not shove me behind
In battle
Instead prefers me side by side
A shield maiden in my own right
1.2k · Apr 2012
Mellow Transition
Wanderer Apr 2012
Leaning against the rough bark of a mangrove
Piercing sunlight grinding into the tender layers of my eyelids
For sleep I would walk miles to darkness
Headed down a rabbit hole journey
Stars twinkling above the gazing set of my road weary eyes
A sea of diamonds lighting my way home
Pulsing vibrations connect me to the heart of the great mother
Her eternal intensity feeding our spirit
An ever spark of life
Omitted by a cosmic lotus bud
Constantly blooming bright and full
Reflecting our force of will in each heavy, buzzing cell
I want to be in the core, know it all
Not enough room inside this compact skull
Must expand, must evolve , escaping the tight confines of physical experience
My minds eye all encompassing in terrifying capacity
Engorge.
Saturated with the very idea of light
Too theoretically complex to keep a hold of
Sifting and drifting through corporeal fingertips, grasping
Wandering stardust vagabonds, becoming unattainable
Creating instead tiny flames inside my head
1.1k · Mar 2014
Midnight Rider
Wanderer Mar 2014
The subtle slide of your gaze across mine
Weaves through a maze of our bonfire sparks
The gypsy twitch of my star-lit hips
Has your mouth monsoon season
Give it to me soft and sweet
Liquid honey tongue swirler
Closer, gotta get closer
To this ache
Fill it up, work it out, make me beg for it
Pleeeaasseee
Hissed moan whisper plead prayer yes, yes, YES!
Muscle spasm star spangled black out vision. convulse. flood.
This is why you keep on coming back
You've got a spine archer, a mind ******, a tongue twister
And she's all your's
These juices, they are a'flowin.
1.1k · Jul 2014
Sun God (For Sverre)
Wanderer Jul 2014
The light from a Nordic sun
Casts soft shadows around your haloed skull
Blessed with the voice of God
Speaking through every crack you have let come loose
Your laughter ricochets off of glass screen
Thor's thunder in mortal form  
LED back lights highlighting your face in joyful relief
I am in awe
Across many landscapes our revelry roams
Making bold statements through electric edges
Slinging axe and sword for sport
Yet you gentle at a warm touch
Curling possessively around those you love
A protector unknown but always on watch
Your rough hands glide over plastic satin buttons
ahhh... such sweet music they make
Lulling me into a lassitude of comfort
Of good humor
Of lust
We are like children in our recess
Bantering from one side to the other with gauntlets thrown
Pick it up!
Gladly...then up the bar and throw it back down
Will it always be like this?
"I don't know"

I plan on sticking around to find out
1.1k · Jan 2015
Deep Touch
Wanderer Jan 2015
I pulled at your edges
Soft, straight lines at first
Then thick, caterpillar fuzz spirals
Echoing into the vast expanse
Of your deep under ground
No map or metal
To shine within those dark caverns
But the deeper I traversed
I noticed a glow
Stumbling upon soul fire
Left out here in the wild
Explains your constant thirst for foreign soil under bare foot
Chasing oceans of sand
Just to drink the same vent-salted water
Our tongues entwined over powers with sweet
Feeding the high of a new sunset sky
This place inside, it is golden
True
It's holy and priceless
Completely you
1.1k · Sep 2014
Wild Flower Advice
Wanderer Sep 2014
I was not force fed ideas
Growing up my mom viewed us as wild flowers
Strong enough to soak up the sun in our own way
Allowing weeds to share our space
Never choking
Their chance at living just as important as our own
Guidelines were simple, still are
Respect others
Your space is precious, as is their's
Forgive transgressions
Grudges will fester
Above all
Listen
*You hear a lot more if you are not only waiting for your turn to talk
1.1k · Mar 2016
Lunar Effect
Wanderer Mar 2016
Let us whisper into the coming darkness
Full moon tonight spreading out consciousness
They say it can drive a sane man mad
I feel it's weighted pull against my thoughts
Pearlescent glow outlines the heated relief of your skin
As calloused fingertips ring giggles from the edges of mine
We play, you say, like children
Wrestling with pillows, our inhibitions
Until there is nothing left but heartbeats and feathers
Crowding around us as witnesses to completion
*I hope we will always be this close
1.1k · Sep 2016
Deep Water
Wanderer Sep 2016
I am afraid to write about you
The cushioned dark corner I have placed you in
Could suddenly become back lit with soft candle glow
Or blindingly bright mid-summer sun blaze
I became photosensitive to your light years ago
These emotional sunglasses, black out curtains for my vulnerability
Are all that stands between my willpower and the truth of it all
You are delicious. Dangerous.
Completely wrong and perfect for me all in one bad decision
Time passes, memories fade, so I turn back to take another sip
Tip toes become full submersion
Why does it have to be so easy to drown in you?
I use drowning as a way to describe the sensations you evoke
Not as some romantic metaphoric notion
You are Deepness.
The surface only a tease.
You are Suffocation.
Lungs struggling with their intent to breathe.
I know this but yet continue testing these waters
One day, perhaps soon
I will not resurface.
Stones sink heavy in the heart of a sinner
Taking my better judgement with me
1.1k · Jun 2014
Stepping Forward
Wanderer Jun 2014
I am sorry*

We shared those words today
I no longer worry about the shade of our hands
Come Dawn
Love still connects us
Bridge building is slow
Worth while to the persistent
To the patient
Compromise
We are not compatable through
Religion. Philosophy. The Soul.
However, for us, music still stands
Classic rock and 70's disco fever
High pitched BeeGee's
Crooning Zepplin while deer watching
That connection alone binds us
Much less the love of mountains
Cold lungs on frosty mornings
Hunting for dinner with bow, with arrow
I have missed you
Wasted time stretched between us
No longer
Happy Father's Day
Took my own advice.
Wanderer May 2012
You didn't surprise me, you upset me
My defenses laid bare at your assault
I have never ached so deep for someone's touch
The jagged edge of my merciless memory festers
Wallowing.
My fingertips sore from constant busy work
I'd rather be quiet and useful
Than obvious and numb
A fine line between the two
Raw. Undone.
I scream until my throat gives out
Better to focus on that pain
For your loss has left me gasping for air
Searching violently for the unraveling end
I just thought we were stronger than that
On my knees before you
Confessing all my sins
Unhinged.
1.1k · Apr 2016
The Hidden
Wanderer Apr 2016
Rose petals like love letters crinkle around well loved edges
The sweet scent of their memory still saturates my senses
I miss you more than I could ever articulate
Each nerve ending longs for just a whisper, a touch
Occasionally I stumble across old recordings of your beautiful voice
Now only in dreams do I witness
Soft movements, tender touches
Waking with aches and pains that only you could ease
A well painted visage fits perfectly over the sadness
Aglow with sunlight and smile veneer seals solid with coarse tears
I keep hidden what I cannot hide
Wanderer Apr 2012
Sitting high on many horses
Self Rightious. Professed all knowing.
The ominous voice of our supposed deified ancestor
I am not as sullied as you think
Witch
Bold women of the devil's desire
Luring good, god fearing men from their pious marriage beds
Pointing quickly with stone fingers
From behind their fragile glass walls
The acrid taste of fire licks at my tongue
Trying in vain to block out the cries of my sisters
As their tender flesh pops and sizzles into the waiting flames
Supposedly it is to purify us
Unclean and filthy souls that we are
Yet we gave you birth
Tended your sick and cared for your wounded
Witch
A mere woman's Pagan gods set your heart a flutter
Filled your soul with the frigid winds of hell
Scared. So scared you burned and burned even when no fat for the fires was found
You always made sure there was wicked flesh to "cleanse"
Superstitious nonsense.
Your people will fear into the dawn
No amount of slaughter will stifle the haunting howl of a full moon
Nor will you ever silence the vibracious voice of magick
For we are not few but many
We are the blood of the earth
1.0k · May 2012
Starting Over
Wanderer May 2012
Letters roamed back and forth
Smelling strongly of desire and sadness
Traces of it remain clinging to their worn edges
Permanent black marker scroll dancing across lines
Waltzing seductively through my dreams
Pens slowed, life moving in, our choices setting adrift
The chaotic rhythm of our hearts
I cannot stay here settles on trembling lips
I have never said good-bye before, it was always See you later
With burning eyes and a lump in my throat I fade away
The last warthm in your eyes chilling as my hand slips from yours
So this is what it is like to crash land
Colors speeding past you in a rush of skydive adrenaline
Taking up the void that remained from your leaving
I will not condemn your freedom but ask in return that you accept
My Phoenix flame setting the night sky ablaze
1.0k · May 2016
Skittish
Wanderer May 2016
I feel you in subtle trickles
At times a deluge
Words fall not on deaf ears
Just softly
The push and pull is palpable
Silky surfaces greeting imagined rough hands
You are used to dirt beneath their edges
Both are carried by the sounds of little feet behind us
Echoing the future of our old age
Trepidation lingers in the air between our breaths
If only we were more like moon shine
Straight forward
Less like skittish ponies
Can you dig?
1.0k · Jan 2015
Remember the Hold
Wanderer Jan 2015
I'm holding strong
Tight, so close the edges blur
Lines that once defined us
Now entwine us
Even though we are no longer the same
Your breath still warms my cheek
Heart still dances to your beat
We watch as the years pass
Age lines, laughter leaving it's mark
With time passing I wonder
If our eyes will find each other
At the end
Or if, like so many other's grip
We will slip away
1.0k · Aug 2016
Soft Songs of Moving On
Wanderer Aug 2016
Mute gray entwines wistfully around my ankles
Night time ghostly kittens playing with the shadows past
My eyes often see the moon reflecting upon the bright visage of your memory
I still feel burned down.
Broken.
A ruin that in future breaths will be seen as the discovery of my lifetime
In reality it is the great loss
Static hums between the quiet space connecting brain to ear
In that white noise I make out your voice singing songs of moving on
Understanding has yet to dawn yet I have heeded your wishes
My heart does warm once more
Though parts remain dark, hidden
Burdened
Blessed with carrying the weight of where you still rest
I may often be at a loss for words but when it comes to you, pain always keeps me full. Why is it that at times I focus so ******* the fact that you were taken too soon and not on the beauty of knowing you? I hope one day I can look back and be blind to all of the horror. Even if that means that crucial parts are lost in the process. I miss you.
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