Gone

Words and thoughts
ignite in my brain
and flow to my fingers
like an inferno.

Self-loathing
and uncertainty
douse the flames
and leave a blank page.

Emotions rage
against the injustice
and demand
to be set free.

But they're locked
up
tight
and I can't find the key.

Doomed from the
very beginning
but at least
we tried.

A flawed diamond,
scarred with imperfections,
is still a diamond

I cans't function without amour'
I seeketh Ruby of offland shore
I needeth one's aura to overcometh
I seeketh her, the lonesome Beauteous!!!!

if i could capture you with a metaphor
i'd say you were like the sea:
hidden power, tides moving with the moon.

i'd say you were like cliff diving
because i live for this temporary suicide
and the adrenaline rush halfway down.

i'd say you were like magnetism,
sparking, bending light,
drawing me in without discrimination.

i might even say that you were like a metaphor,
because they try to make sense of the impossible
and that's what you do with me.

Acariasis
Crawls me due to this homeless feeling,
I seeketh flight, delight and meaning
To bench me and lay me down!

Acanaceous
Cuts polish me uninvitingly,
A blow of snot to every breeze
A town with no mi amour'!

Abundance
Where light meets the center road,
Two chalice's to meet one soul
An overspilling of madpoet syndrome!

Acatalectic,
An allowance from god to man,
A show of pictures and words with hands
A reality I seeketh,

Not a myth!!!

Accretion,
                     Tis I seek!
Permission,
                     Of ones love to keep!
Partition,
                     I gaze for none!
Secretion,
                     Of child play fun!
Direction,
                     To giveth me her hand!
Completion,
                      A wedded band!
Ommision,
                       I want none more!
Suspition,
                       Please close thy store!
Assumption's,
                       I enquireth zilch!
Corruption,
                       Sleeps with filth!
Attention,
                       Wrap me as waddling infant!
Kitchen's,
                       To cook a meal of terrace's far and distant!
Affectation,
                       Of two fallen cherub's!
Alleviation,
                       Of the bug's and scarab's!
Abstraction,
                       I paint as a picture,
Benedictions,
                       Of one pellet, two triggers!
Complications,
                       Of breathing do I feel,
Irrigations,
                       Another deathly pill!
Saturation,
                       Man made queens to beasts!
Irritation,
                       Where art thou? Queen of settled feast?
Obliteration,
                       I lurk the high hilled tops!
Incarceration,
                        Where ghoul's meet thy cops!
Palliation,
                        To make sensual love in darker nights,
Excruciation,
                        Where art thou light?
*******,
                        Of kings and consort souls,
Acceptation,
                        Wilt thou come mine love?

I brought the matches
And you lit the touch paper.
The flames consumed us.

In the miry pit,
On floor six of hell,
God was in the midst,
Of mine fiery cell...

'Perfection' is not what I need
but little love is all I need