There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.

Face me...fixedly eye to eye, four hands intertwined in infinite reciprocation, articulating...

Osculate my mind with your intellectual parlance, ardently and with hedonistic electricity arousing my neurons, titillating my synapses, sending lustful charge down my nerves.

I crave to feel your utterances surge through me,  course throughout every bifurcation, and transude from every last pore of my flesh.

Grasp my heart with your loquacity, embracing so passionately, that our beats become one resonating cadence whilst exchanging harmonious rhythm.

Caress my flesh with cognital poetry woven from emotions existent only to us.
Trace my veins with every word born from pain, contentment, angst and tranquility... pressing their vehemence into my bloodstream, surrendering my pulses to ******.

I yearn to listen to you make me moan, as I arch my back, tilt my head and release in silent screaming ecstasy... sating you with visual affirmation of our sapiosexual affair.

I believe
That we become stars
Part of constellations

We watch as everyone goes on
And they have no idea that we're watching
Beautiful
But lonely

Planets thrive around us
Full of life and new adventures

From death
We create new life
And it isnt so lonely anymore

I get drunk on you
You fill me with warmth
And make me forget
I've become an alcoholic
But i havent picked up a drink
I'm addicted to this euphoria
And it never goes away

Dear Sun, you are untouchable
And so am I
We build up shields so no one can reach us
And they never will.

We are who we are
Not a thing can change that
Everyone has their own ideas
Of who we are meant to be

Oh how they try
And try
And try
They can not control who we are inside

We are all souls
Roaming along as we compete to exist
Judging one another
Being judged ourselves

We are one in the same
At least this way

The faces
The emotions
The glares
The ridicule

The words
The hurt
All of this
Makes us the same

With you up in the sky
And with us both on the ground
We hear the same
Which makes us one in the same

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

Sometimes I write things and then look back at them and think...
                                    *Was that really me?