Oh how I look to you,
With potent eyes leaking
acid vision through a
         somewhat
         structured
field,
Feeling vibrations of   mother
nature's
Hum under my pained feet.
     This landscape painted before me
Like some vagabond's
    midnight dream.
Streams beneath me
            S
              n
                 a
                    k
                  i
               n
           g
their way
(Carving and pulling the ashy ground/into a vortex
void that never    Seems to end.
You push me,
               push me forceful
But not fearfully onto dawn's comforting raft.

Floating fantastically into
         nothingness
I will stay.
              Here, where any mind should
                  give to itself the
                  truth of nature,
                         Truth.
                     Is all I seek.

Wildest one,
Your reins tighten the air
      molding foreign
          phantasma
into gorgeous sunlight,

      I don't know how you do it

But I've never cared much for answers

Forever was never till now,
The beauty of her kiss floated
As the petals of a (springing) flower
                 toward my face
And, obscurely taken back by the
       Silent solidarity of (a pair of)
Mused bodies forming an
     atmosphere of its own;
I slipped deeply into realms of our company

My fork pierced
                 my insides

and my sight's hunger
        yearns for
your taste

A lone man refracted his black hat thru the shouting of a rain
         SPLATTERED
window,

             His body in awful night,
      (crouching under the church cross) and
Contempt
                  
                     Impatient

He g-roans
            An incoherent dog call
Whistling wildly thru the manifested dusk

Illegitimate daughter,
              Your slow smile

Drips (slides idly thru, with-in instants) calls willfully into the ancient night
Where (abouts) of your reference do you wish to fear?
                        Hunt


                          Me.

I will not go,
Will not fear in the eye of fear
for
Terror is blind,
It wanders madly and finds those
who care for it

Pale walls,
Shadow figures cast by the prison sky
o'er the trees

Emerald streams and
bronze, sunbaked trees
      Golden arches
embedded in our hair.
And call to you the serenade of nature, the trees howled,
In perfect equilibrium
                                   My solumn,
                             secluded daydream.
Fixated on the absence of time,
The loss of structure
and chaos so beautifully aligned.

To script a mental
play on reality,
Is to conjure figurative personas-
or perhaps just imagination

Something that surpasses the grasp of people more and more,
What good is the property of imagination if its use is
ignored and put on recall for some new mind to discover?

In the face of defeat
she shrugs her shoulders
and,
With a sigh,
Conforms my heart around her
golden breast
Devouring all consciousness,
Until I am bound
freely to her will

Light croons in the morning rise,
The slow demise-
                  the reductant night shedding
False, deciding it's time for the stars to turn and moon to cycle

the garden shadows
twist in daylight,

            The dance of the world

The girls in the crowd
With your restful eyes,
With your careful
Killer abroad his
shoulders

The red gated community
sits idle, w/an unhindered title
The creatures are spectators of the seasonal phenomenons,
Leaves expend their death-green souls

Their corpses cringing w/the bitter
wind exhausting its skeleton breath over
the landscape.

Like fish in a bronze painted ocean,
We swam the surface
         and killed the setting sun's
               panorama-horizon.

Whenever there is light,
we dwell,
                   Cling to the murky abyss
                                below
And when the great, pearl moon
comes dancing its way through the dead sky,
Like a long forgotten shaman-hail,

We are free.

She dances thru my thoughts,
Light in her heels
Hair flowing,
Twisting golden like great copulations between the finest elements.
Eyes, delicate
Fierce,
Royal blue as the fountains of Rome

She speaks,
Although I cannot hear
           As I am consumed by
Breathlessness at the
wandering eye that catches
her intrigue.

**** silence with words,
Talk, compose
It's all you've got left

A poem for you
My darling,
Bathing in my arms

Who knows
Knowledge from chaos?
Eyes are temporary

All of your (everything) lay beautifully
                   Behind my arms
your slow smile spreads plight alarm
into the nerves of my love

        Giving in,

Warmth.
    
                                   Growth

Of you and I, now so commonly paired
(the sun sees rising before our pondered inquiry)

           Returning now your eyes to my,

I witness pure beauty
     In the soul of a pure beauty

You are not together,
          and we are not apart.
Call me home,

Think of me as a juxtaposition of jumbled giant words/Feeding monstrously in (where and how,in) I please,
      And please me darling,
For this is the last night we get until
You
      Give
             Up
                  That
       Mask. (A circled mess) quarrying deeply
From the plush seas of bed.

I see insects
crawl to their homes,
I wonder, my own

In a window,
The light refracts
and time stops briefly

And if you call me
I won't know where to look,
Somewhere gone,

The sea,
    
                The hook,
Alive; we're alive, dear
The mountains dancing, dancing by decorative moonlight

Garden walls,
Shoulders glancing and young,
blind girls of the island laughing at me.

Beast people
with strange markings and forceful movements,
Flowers- flowering towers of
lucid,
luscious
      Dreams of a vacant mind.

In your little crushing demanded vascular little world of yours
                (your distorted contorted reversed but somehow-real-big-small-wet, reality: I don't know where you are)
  
  But you know where you're going,
                       Mister,
                   Don't you?

That's right, guy. Take your leave (there's no vacations on this trip/silly, you)
      Where do you think you'll head off to when you die?
(If I knew) I'd split in a minute-long-gevity-of-a-seconds' wishful
             Thinking,

              And never turn a shoulder
'*** it's not worth the waste of energy

Heavy meadows ran a lap around earth
And green faded (twisting) vines turned rabid and fire-fierce.
            
       (over)turned soil spit until venomous spires were conjugated o'er the horizon.

And I, grazing on the moon's lading glare (the scent of Aconitum napellus poisoning the air)
             Let myself drown in the smoke

Children scurrying
(Slithering) out of rooms,

        Lifting the ground amongst their troubled steps (wishing for tethered stones to clack against heavy heels) and dawn creeps sheepishly into a
Graze.

                        Wolf.

Of Death's hand raising attendance and suddenly
         The innocence of time is given way to the rustling of leaves (leaving their shells/denounced) in falltime inquisition
nomore time; evaporating seconds into literary atmospheric temperaments
               Moons scream(exhausted) for the colony of waves eroding
  ****** scenes into an absent shore

Where in my diluted dreams
Do the fragments of your eyes reach a needle point on a
Thread,
Treading and weeding
Pulling and tearing,
My pupils feel pain in the exposure of light,
So I'll construct a blind to pull over them

The fields were wrinkled, grey with snow
The matte (ice) clouds hung tentatively overhead
With eyes of white flaking wonder-
Crying helplessly onto the shoulders of that pink afternoon,
And suddenly
She wept;
For its raw sway was too much for the moment

Lawless,
Interrupted by the gentle swallow of night;
She danced a perfect circle in my head,
But when it was executed in form,
It was more oval.
Opal tinted tides came crashing thru my peripheral

And out of the corner of the universe
Sprouted a flower
I call my love

I don't always know
      How to lay my hands.

When you seem to arch (rustling of ground)/hips, face, hair.
Brilliance. (And innocence is a warm company) to be given on such a
                      day.