Towards you I'd run on unsteady legs
Until the sea rises and upon my knees i am forced to beg
I would walk to you upon shards of glass
But we both know i'd end up crawling
Right over that final ledge
Or perhaps you'd prefer to find me dying
Gasping for my last breath
For some other man will still be waiting
Like a scarecrow lying naked in your bed

In shaded rooms with swollen eyes
With faded light you sit and write
Until something in you dies
At the mercy of men
Who never truly cared
Justice gasps for air tonight

i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
for sitting still is nourishment
that's potentially even sweeter
whenever we are on the run

We reduce our words
To merely talking
Happiness is your birthright
And mellow are the landmines
That blow up all your skies

a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
and ancient nightmares
her fingers slip into everything
and become tangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat
is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you choose to be a lover
then please uncover your soul
and give this naked silence
a fighting chance to grow

i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
and sitting still gives us
the nourishment to run

Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is a candlelit river
Into which you must enter fully naked
Before the daylight comes

Who will you be in the future?
Who will you be in the past?
Who will you be when the cows come home?
Who will you be after the crash?

you sway like the cherry blossoms
in between hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing among the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet
rubbing up against mine
as lions in the dawn
dream our longings into song

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Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is like a candlelit river
Finding smooth surfaces to dance upon
Its true that making love is a gamble
That's why we remain intangible
Despite the changing tides and winds
Please listen closely because life is not a given
We may be two shimmering bodies
But beauty is often wasted on the living
And you were always following the money
Until you found that comfort became a burden
And somebody else took your place
In the middle of the picture frame on the mantle
But who takes your temperature
Until your last breath and when you’re dying
I remain unperturbed by demons and diamonds
Love is a resilient supply chain
Come cuddle me here in the ethers
Whenever you are hard of hearing
Love is really far away despite its reaching
But tonight I can see the stars throughout your fingers
Lovers are always found without a compass
They're out cruising for a little beauty and some violence
We lost the need to believe in the sacredness of Spring
The moment we became feathers in the wind
And you never know what you'll find lying in the gutter
Until you roll up your sleeves and dig a little deeper

I read your dreams like a newspaper
Your mind is like a magazine
And your thoughts are the classified section
Some people's hearts are like the tabloids
While others are National Geographic covers

Accept the arrangements you have agreed to
Why pretend to be disillusioned
By lovers and former relationships
God is both a child and a wild animal
Families demand our participation
True lovers lead by example
We are what’s left of the intangible
I am still a part of your council
Whenever love becomes another past participle

A constant state of pain
Covers up your insanity
What was made was made
But don’t give in to apathy

Deposits of rain soothe the pain
And you complain
That no one cares about you
The way you'd like them to
We are feathers
In the wind
Blowing through time
And space
We have no memory
Of breathing
Only fingers that grasp
At whatever is left of our identity
What remains of the Sun
Before it's gone
Into the underworld
We are all falling stars and captive hearts
And I promise to let you in
Closer than any person
Has ever come before you
As long as you promise
To never tell anyone
These secrets
That we are born from firm
Yet impermanent collisions
So let's get lost
In disorganized apartment buildings
This chaos determines our thirst
When we are no longer wearing shirts
And love is a poem that hurts
Whenever you read it

We keep it clean in bed
And leave our dreams behind us
The sprinklers are on
But the phone is off the hook
You shake with gratitude
And a looseness of character
And I object to being isolated
When you are to be quarantined
Alone with all your necklaces

How about a moment
To stop and think
And reflect upon our grieving
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Maybe love is a machine
In need of a good oiling
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
Any of these feelings too deeply

She who dives in deep
Has no need for others to speak
She bleeds for those in need
And gives them everything they seek

Our love is a pocket-watch
That’s been wound for thirty years
And i know I’m bound to hear you
Speaking through a paper towel
Maybe love really has no relatives
But now really isn't the time
To test such a lonely theory

Love is a poem that always hurts,
But never when you need it to.

Have we ever met before? I imagine,
It's impossible that i could have guessed
So easily, that all those subtle edges,
Were sore spots worthy of defending?

Love is a mess we make
So we must clean it up today
Your eyes tell their secrets to the water
While ducks swim on your flesh
In fleeting silhouettes, patterns of divinity
Begin to deepen their impressions

How about a moment
To stop and think and reason
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Love is a machine
In need of some oil
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
These feelings too deeply

romantic persistence
is equipped with it's own
fail-safe exuberance
but sometimes a parachute
remains necessary whenever
the act of falling in love
happens too unexpectedly

Smile,

You're on tell-a-vision.

She said to me,
Whenever you get high
You often get real quiet
I said, that’s because i’m alive
To whatever’s happening
Here inside my mind
And it feels as if
Death is a warm blanket
And I never know
When or if, I will
Ever wake up again

We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.

The visionless depths
Of angstful arrogance
Serving false narratives
And depolarising our axons

A mechanically minded mechanism of ****** disrespect lacking a multifaceted depth of meaning and subtle awareness of the infinite complexity of living organisms.

Love is a poem that always hurts,
But mostly when you need it.

Your love is like a poem,
Cause it hurts whenever,
You try to speak to me.

Lost in space, we slowly trace
The tragic frames of our restlessness.
Love is a spiral, I can’t bear to face
Without you lying here next to me.

Whenever money is the root of all reverie,
Then love is the sound of the afternoon’s deceit.

Money is a mass illusion
A conspiracy of occlusion
We are involuted and fruitfully disappointed
You are free to disagree
With any of melancholy’s anthems
For they are only apathetic hymns
Written to the sounds of the anointed
Funnels of trust and courage
Make you love yourself more often
Must we give happiness the rub
And settle down in our lonely carriages
Only three harmless appointments later
I saw you staring at the furniture
I hoped that it would fade way
So you could get your voice back already
In your body is a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
You were gasping as if life
Was only one form of devotion
Or was this another failed attempt at liberation
Undertaken once too often
We have made attempts to rest
But nothing exhales anymore
And now only this shortness of breath
Can show us what's really necessary

Human touch is among
The most mysterious of fragrances
Moving away from the need for a diversion
Towards the need to believe in something worthy
Is already a type of liberation for the psyche
Why do we need so many offerings
To repatriate the missing pieces of a country
And yes you are mistaken but i love you anyway
Despite the smiling faces trapped in shiny frames
Hundreds of names and bodies are taken hostage daily
By ****** midriffs and fatal fitness equipment
Your loose lips can sink my ships any day of the week

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many hidden activities
Odysseusʼ journeys
Hercules and other heroic epics
are always drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
ignite these threads of burning filaments
while syntaxes stimulate our impotence
immolated indigents
and dissident disappointments
your disingenuous indolence
indigenous and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss

Has anyone had first hand experience
Overthrowing these false leaders
Yes, we pretend that we know nothing
But the actual facts are humbling
Who patented these games
When suspicion remains the same
Yet despite the lies and the strain
It inevitably takes on our marriages
You ask me why we don't
Just skip straight ahead to the ending

Control is a wager with the unknown

Take your time tying them up
I have no need to redefine my faults
You retreat into habitual habitats
To rest in the attics of your mind
Mountains of meaning are piling up
But we can never climb them
Before the sun comes up
Love is a rusted out door frame
All our lies and games are meaningless
If you'll say that you love me
Just the same as yesterday

Too much bravado and not enough sauce.

Message me on your phone
As the long lines of the road
Are fading swiftly
Bleeding into the dirt
We give all our hurt to the harbor
Love is a fatherless child
Blinded by his pride
So now you make due
Without anything new to distract you
We must learn to grieve what we have lost
If we are to be anything more
Than just a couple of caustic teenagers
With sylvan features
Barely treading water
With heavy stones in our backpacks
Talking to lions on the playa
Dancing with these wildfires
In Peru, pumas with plumas
Awaken your inner lover
Who masquerades as the devil
While dancing disheveled
In your living room
We are heavily armored
Farming our arugula in tropical soil
Child rearing is a solid vocation
And can you really say to me
That your life is just one
Exasperated aspiration after another

Can you confirm that i’m relevant
Whenever human words fall short
We must again address our souls
In the dirt of a garden
My feelings are hurt
That you'd attempt to abandon me again
After all we’ve learned
What’s stopping you from compromising
If attraction is a form of tragic magic
Then teenage intangibles
Will one day recover all our samples

Love is a witch’s favorite broomstick
Congratulate your lingual frenulum
For it's offerings are very underrated
Your legs linger on my body hypostatically
Shall we make this tragic magic last
A little longer than is completely necessary
For pleasure is a purpose worth fulfilling every night
Humid lines arise upon our eyes
As the rain defines our fantasies
Underneath the sky it's dry
Until our cries seed the clouds with beauty and tyranny
In between sirens and syntax
Our shadows are absent minded raindrops
Funding designer headlines and retirement parties
Abated hangovers decry
That there is no longer any use  
In hanging around where we are not wanted
So we say goodbye to our pilots in a dutiful skyline
Confused voices meander fluidly by
As drunken longings feed the stars their flesh
We share strategies with the morning
It's up to you to attempt to deny this
Do we cry for those caged lions and tigers
Or for our own fragile sense of nakedness and separation
When life is dressed in desperation
Perhaps tonight we’ll finally get it right
Though we’ll never see the end to life
We so desperately need to make assumptions
That define our relationship to space
For we have yet to face our faulty tendencies
To try and encapsulate grace
Though the emptiness escapes our fate
If they are only present due to faith
Throughout the day I can taste
Measurements of movements in their wake
We laugh for days while our place holders are at stake
The less you know for certain
The more likely you are to get away with it

These dreams are a blue suit
That I’ve worn beyond it's limits
Made of flimsy little words
These otherworldly thoughts
Are the threads that join
Our avian souls to ancient nests  
When birds have fireplaces again
We all can have our own frame of references
So we drain the wells and the swamps
That are encompassing the darkness
These centipedes guard our hearts
Until in the end we free their many legs
Which are bound with solemn threads
Leading us to our inevitable depths
We are heading towards cacophonous dead ends
That we mistake too often for the sound of laughter
There is a place of innocence that we must have lost
If each night is a dream come too quickly
And now you dress your wounded feet in hungry stockings
As if i could feed your heart's tenderness
With all of gravity's faults and longings
Life is a tangled up rose bush
And love is a living garden
Time is a boiling *** of something
We can’t quite put our fingers in yet

Love is a thousand pounds of sheet metal
We are the carpenters of the stars
With stardust on our shirts
And belts made from materials of the earth
We filter our bedtime stories
Using only certain words
That you can comprehend clearly
When the edges are blurred
Living often seems absurd
And despite our hurting
We are not yet free
Of the burden of our guilt

I peek into your window
A mountain of steam comes from your heart
A volcano awakens and your lips part
Your legs quiver but I beg to differ
Cause long ago I made a promise
To never hang around
Where i'm not truly wanted

A fleeting image of a promise
Captured in the darkness
We took pictures of our victims
Our youth are those innocents
Who we share all of our shadows with
Tip-toeing over rusted fences
A trail of broken boards and ***** fingerprints
Left scattered haphazardly on the horizon
We run through dreams and over valleys
Life is a small part of a greater picture of reality
We walk, we talk and make love for naught
Like dinosaurs in the dawn of separation
Serpents sing for freedom at our gregarious dinners
Lust is a book best written for beginners

Is this the world we embodied
Are these the words we made copies of
Did I shirk off my responsibilities
In order to entertain your mystery
The anima is a queen living in obscenity
Somehow it seems obviously relevant today
Observations of soul searching
While your dress absorbs the light
Emanating from the moon
I came too soon to your rescue
I never asked you if you would have preferred
That i’d waited another season or two to notice you
So now you run outside all night
And dress the stars to the sounds of burning wood
Can we reduce all of our perfumes to ashes
And can you say that the funeral was a success
After we’ve burned and cremated the absolute

Love is a prophetess
Who gets her powers from the heart
She whispers secrets serpentine
And dances in the dark