I killed her
Maybe the world did,
some for me.
Maybe there's something, anything,
else.
I feel Her so truly
like an echo
all relief will be temporary,
all work for not.
each letter screamed by the muted cuckold.
I awake to my present
bound to love
bound to Her
and as I scream and
My heart screams out
please listen
for my echo.

it lifts like silk from the skin:
soft and slow, extremely sensual,
and gives goosebumps
that shiver through my eyelashes.

it whispers to my senses,
gently pulling
until I am lifted from the ground
purely ecstatic; purely silver.

it is in my eyes when I see you
and under my skin when I don't
tickling me to madness--
I think I need you.

Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind

Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy

Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land

Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking

Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained

Before the time of man before his petty squabbles,
When great deeds once were done and giants walked the land,
The mighty of the heavens walked freely where they might,
And the heavens and the earth resounded with their fights.
But power is not always strength nor are the strong the victors,
For strength can never overcome the wisdom of the clever.

I walk bravely in fear
and know that I will fail
for what other outcome is there?
And yet,
                   I can not think of not proceeding.
This is my life -
This is my all -
                                without it there is nothing.
No point to Be
                             even though I would still exist.
No
I do not do this because I must
I do this because it is what I am.
and if I do not, than why am I?

It is my choice
                                mine alone
and yet
                could there ever be a choice
I do this because
I have always done this
                                                and
I will always have done this.
Is it free will or destiny?
I can choose to become
                                                 nothing...
but is that a choice?