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Desire is a fire
That connects us to the heavens
Reminds us of our origins
We are ambivalent to the gods
While they speak using our tongues
Words and symbols are plenty
Yet totally empty
Devoid of meaning
Without ample life experience
We flounder in a sea of groundless being
A dichotomy indeed
To breathe and seethe
With the rawness of needs and desires
I inspire compassion and attraction
Magnetic action is diverse and never perverse
We are reflective, selective and interconnected
We are agile, fragile and dance like daffodils
We are saddled with guilt and shame
Yet you ride ******* through life’s pain
On unstable horizons
Dinosaurs deny your company
And relatives neglect the comfrey
Leave piles of waste behind their houses
Impermanent traces of yesterday’s pottery
You sentimental fool
You broke all the rules
And now you will have to suffer
For what was uncovered
Was better left alone
As grief is both a prison and a poem
A thousand words too long
You are a victim and i am a song
Concern yourself with reason
And you may do yourself real harm
We shall let the river guide us
And then we'll travel on
By moonlight we will follow
The water’s serpentine meandering
And allow our candles to burn out
Triads of dreams inevitably
Come unraveled at the seams
Until we learn to speak in tongues
Borrowed from our grandmothers
Some say that love’s escapades
Are too dangerous for their heart
So we've learned to stay
Far away from those people
I am a poem wandering in the desert
I am a word chosen from the masses
You left your casket open
I suspect intention to be a lost cause
Forces of virtue soften our servitude
You swallow your dinner alone
Correct me if i'm wrong
But there is no place that you belong
Perhaps only to god and the devil himself
You don't get extra credit for breathing
But there is extra popcorn if you need it
Please sweep the floors and clean the dishes tomorrow
Your sword is as long as your shadow
We remove the arrows from our blankets
And then beat each other into straw-woven baskets
Severance packages excepted
We accept the accidents we've caused
You pursue hunger and wake up alone
Feet first I flew to the edges of the horizon
I am a child burdened with awareness
So forget the heaviness of the density we fell through
If you need some help i know just who to call
Forever waiting for there is only one hand that serves all
Unless you are worried about your soul, after all
There is no need for alarm as the fences are electrified
We are vivacious and vilified by our spouses
Doubt has ruined many beautiful houses
And turned what was once our home into a pile of stones
And you believe that companions are just creatures
Who have temporary need of each others' features
Satisfaction is agony
So we learn to swim, willingly
We take part in a midnight circus
Words might pierce her heart
But we are only here
For a moment of eternity
No more need to hide
Lets exhibit our minds
Like statues of the divine
Composed in solitude’s company
Young eyes are watery
Could we hold hands
For a momentary heartbeat
In a corporeal reality
Your frail negligee
Makes me want to beg for mercy
Kind ones weep and keep
Their feet as clean as pure water
Instead you puff on a carrot
And write recipes for prosperous people
Juniper moans and shadows groan
For we haven't yet outgrown our love
We scrape the barrel daily
What are these strange strategies
To keep our minds embodied
Can we depend on people
Who are barely willing
To stand against the tide
I replied, undress your heart
And start kissing me
Silently, this instant
For I would happily die
Waiting for you to comply
With all of this uncertainty
There was a time when lovers
Sent each other poetry
Now they send **** pictures virtually
What a transition we've made
In a transitory world we are called to surrender
Burn the rubber and head towards the water
We are burdened by a clarity of awareness
You bless the elves that drown in your sorrows
Borrowed hearts that are used up too quickly
Then discarded like an empty pack of cigarettes
Undress before the mirror
Stay away from the theater
Our lives are all veneer and no substance
She whispers fragments
Of her dreams into my ears
Before I've fully awakened to my senses
Yet it seems despite these fleeting memories
That they're never really here to begin with
Remove my clothes
Take the dirt off my bones
And place it on an altar
I wish to speak to you
In undertones of sadness
As you caress my head
We begin to make love again
For the third time today
We are dead to the world already

A pair of outsiders on a youthful escape
So we partake in naked escapades
And swim in the ocean till we turn blue
While some are glued to the television
We are now fresh and new
Free to resume our sacred fires
And sing our songs all night beside them
Performances are frightening
So I grind my teeth at night
We are waiting for surprises
Arising like triads of consciousness
Fences are fanatically fantastic
So please keep speaking to me now
Don’t close your mouth
Like lost children we are trusted
By the tremors beneath our hearts
Your art is lost in the wind
For there is a lack of static in our souls
We must make holes first and foremost
And then make stories in order to fill them
You became a poem
We were made from music
And breath is a feeling that bridges
The magic and the mayhem sandwiched
Between our staircases and basements
 Apr 2019
ketashia
you dont like poetry
especially mine
why cant you understand
that every word is not exaggerated
but it is exactly what I think
just covered in silk robes
and crowned with flower petals
why can't you understand
that I dream of
green forest
and crystal clear oceans
that I am not trying to be edgy
I'm just trying to understand
myself
 Mar 2019
oUt Of sYNc
Call it ironic but really it’s just hypnotic
Seeing a noose dangling down the ceiling a bit too dramatic.
Who wouldn’t be an addict? To the idea of the end for all wax and plastic.
It’s a bit of a craving for something erratic; I won’t lie.
Feeling ecstatic, statically excited for my last goodbye.

When it’s restriction keeping you from the unholy affliction,
There’s always this small voice of contradiction in your head.
Telling you to stop just as the friction of the rope on your neck has been fed.
A voluntary crucifixion of your depiction of you
Constructing your fiction to world eviction to be true.
Valediction of your own jurisdiction whispering as though
Thinking it through.

Yet I stop, I can’t go through with this.
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