Central distress
I'll be the story
You can aim your hate at me
. . .

Point your arrows to the sun
And watch as violence disintegrates
Before you
In a spectral flash
Of ever burning tolerance.
....

Your short comings never
Seemed so tall to me
I eat your pessimism like candy
Sweet heart you could try to swallow
My contentment
But it would only heal you...

And that suffering you relish
Like some great gift from god....

You don't know christ, do you?

Thought provocing thought
And endless desire.
Something fell from the sky line
And into my lap
But I wasn't sure what to do with it.
And when it slipped through my fingers and into the dirt
I knew it was burrowing to the core
Of what we all fear.
And we refuse the love we crave
And we secretly hope for pain
But I want to accept you.

Crack the bones
a pity  they were only like twigs
And your words
Were weight enough alone
To pressurize the solder points
From fusion in the womb
Just enough to separate the edges.
Just enough to reveal
Pink swindles of sweet knowing flesh
And knot after knot of
My intense self questioning.

Is this what you wanted,
Peel back my material suit and reach into the skull cavity.

It's something we all crave
To truly know another.

There are cities among my mind
And nations wide
Of gathering thought
Of hate and pride
And they roll against tides
And perhaps their not mine
A kingdom awaits
Not pure nor divine.
And I am the center
And I am the pole
I am the one
Who pretend's that they know.
I am the entity
You are aware
You are the follicle
I am the hair.

Shadows cast across the cracks
Show me all your stories
Etching all your glories
In sandy imperfections
Scattered on your skin
In subtle expressed emotions
Emerging from deep with in.
Your ugly is so unflattering
But your give is so  adorning.

You flatter me In sacred scents
Something primal in what pulls me.
Dancing thoughts
Flooded emotion
Drive to become at one.

So simply I can't understand
Why we have two bodies.
What's the use in separation
If we ate only driven back into eachother.  
I dont know

If you've got something to show me
Well I would Love To go,
And if you've got something to tell me
I would love to know

Your every movement catches me
I'm curious you could say
And every day I follow you
Becomes a better day.

Washing the innards
Which have accumulated
Plac
From every wound that ever tried
To heal.