No more love poems
For nothing else
Than the sake of intelligence
No more
Because you refuse to think
I've heard it all before
I want something new
Interesting, at least
I want something different
******* and this steel mind
Away, into the universe's bliss

To relevant beings
Know, experience, and be
Hell, Limbo, and Heaven
Be nothing and everything and forget time
I want to see you crying
Falling down the hole
Experiencing all
In an abyss of grey, dark, and brightness

Be witness to yourself as Lucifer
And God
And the truest of insanity's delight
Ignorance, insanity, and intelligence all correlate
As an order to follow, or not
1. Complete-ignorance-bliss
2. Intellect-learn-inferno
3. Truthful-insanity-happiness

photogenic smiles and true to the few
we take the flashing light and run with it.
pinned up in time and backed up hard drives
remember us when were gone.

repressed and tied too this one life
always reaching for visibility
to give a life worth feeling
in a single frame.

what every second means to the hand
holding moments temporal.
hold, laugh, smile.

camera cued and magic fuse
superstitious  and wild,
hung with glowing eyes.

my lips fill with ash and dead sins of popular voice.
sunk forward by shredded noise and spin
further into a stale wine.

caught tongue in cheek and words to speak
a cup of your liking.
was it a just a minor sapling to ignore?

oh ghostly tidings,
i found the lark falling into blackness.
mirrored sightings of maddening spores,
the fall full of darling ******.

inviting and pleading a forward sound of feeling
that no longer could ignore.

the chance of silence to be explored.

life is strange i'm dying(youare)and the world is
out my window are little boats
dots
boats
dots

toandfro dots
boat
dots

little and to and fro
dots
go whizzing very slowly
outside my window

i can
a glass perspiring
at my hip
does
the wind
cooly blusters
feel

and a flower
very like is
a girl cut dribble

which grasps the air climbing
into the heat of july

a star

a branch sways it
bends
supplely it

folds

not an
inch

only

to
break

"hey, where are you" i walked amongst the sea to find you sleeping in a flower i"m outside, **** i missed" to stoke between your roots "i missed your text" a spark "ok" i felt when our lips were furred in kissing's "i'll see you in a minute" unhurtfullest punch

first love,
in whose body
my soul is made,

                                  the whiteness:
                                  your crisply
                                of
                      ­        scent
                            is like
                          when
                        parts­
                      the long
                   night
                     budding
                        the crimson
                     tooth
                   of
                       dawn
                    'pon
      
           the edged back
           thinness of
           mountain hair


(growing fairly towerish
it sprouts
as sprouts the sea
the freshest breath of life
to take by inimitable quavering
the softness of mind to depart
knowing

                      and kiss into

           the sweetness of darkness      (



                                w
            ­                     h
                                 ere

              sleep is
              nice
                              and
        
  ­                  comely wilting snow
                    on the blade of heat
                                     '
                                     ;
                                     .

Love shouldn't be your oxygen;
too much of it will turn poisonous.
Love should be the air you breathe.
Just like the air,
Love should make up of many things;
to keep you balance.