There wasn't a lot
I could do for you
With the distance and everything else
I couldn't give you much
Only some small piece of myself
And the image of my body bare
For you to keep
I would like to think the fantasy I spun
Helped you in some way
I know it probably didn't
And it was foolish nonetheless to play a game of falsity
The reality of us sunk in too deeply
Too quickly
And all at once
Our future,
There was none
I forget that in reference
I didn't have the time to care
So I stopped all at once
I'm sorry for that
I hope I broke your heart enough
For you to be able to write a song about it
Maybe melody and lyrics
With some semblance of us in them
I hope wherever you are
You are getting closer to happy
I hope you still think of me.
I know you do.

He carries me away and we sync.
I am in love.
With the way he moves, his purity, his honesty.
I am in love
With the partnership, the trust, and the power.
In him is a reflection of myself.
An image of the soul at its deepest.
He's the one presence I could never live without.
The true love of my life
The horse.

(S)ometimes i say i love you
(I) dont really know if i do
(T)o be honest i want more from you

(O)ther things on my mind
(N)ow i think is the right time

(M)any positions spiral in my brain
(Y)ou should be scared

(F)or i intend to get freaky in your bed
(A)rroused by the thoughts in my head
(C)ome let's play and you'll feel
(E)ndless ******* ahead...



Words Of Harfouchism

As we were digging for diamonds
Diving for pearls
Rummaging for rubies
Through bottom left hand drawers

Out mining for silver
Panning for gold
The world around us was collapsing
And no one was told

We had our sights on the riches
Standing in the buffet line
Fulfilling all of our wishes
On Carte Blanche we would dine

We'll show up late to the wedding
But early to the grave side
In the direction we're heading
Are we too late for this life

We keep drilling delusion
Cultivating the lies
With the harvesting of conclusions
More wrongs than ever were right

We find ourselves building the tower
Of Babel once again
Being paid by the hour
With overtime thrown in

When did it all
Come to all of this
Was it after the fall
Or was it before the kiss