I sometimes feel like a leech
On the groin of a god
Forgetting what I'm here for
For something else.
Finding sustenance
In consumation
Losing track of giving
Falling into taking
Like some pleasure driven beast
I try to hold my apples
Within my chalice
I try to open my highways
Of transcendence
And ride the mental bliss toward wholeness of two
But this body cries
For seizure rapidity
And composer to fall down the drain.
And I struggle to be more than a worm.

God made the multitude of animals but adam was not so satisfied.
So from with in his own parts did God extract and seeking to please in intention.  
So eve came like some devil animal so apart from the thinking adam was left with.
Do we now see that women are apart from humanity.
Like a left winged bat stalking and sufficient where the moon waxes and wanes to and fro, where the seams quake.
Adam was not satisfied wholey.
So the animal was removed
Placed into being,
Now find peace.

The bottom of my tongue
has acid burns,
the voices in my head
have been taking turns.

And some times feels like a memory
half a day ago
from a dream.

I'm losing touch,
it would seem...

But I've been praying for serenity
for wisdom from a god.
I've been giving every thanks
I can think all day long.
Seems my darkest times are wired right between
the brightest of the lights I know I've ever seen.

Rising dragon fly wings navel bound
And spiraling upwardly beckoning sound
Emotion filling like sand in glass
Holding desire holding breath and then gasp.
Conscious sometimes places these
Things into my mind
Hard coated in flavor
Was never hard to find

In you.

Expansion is not easily enough comprehended
Concepts and perspective cause differences
So I know that what I'm saying
It probably won't reach you
Like I mean it to.
So I'll over explain.
You're everything.

Wither away some beautiful fruit
As Time caresses your sides.

Moments when you are gleaming
Hardened truth incased
And yet as days past it is seeming
I notice the time on your face.
Not good nor bad just something new.
Not known from my point of reference.
I wonder if I know you
If you always change...
I like things that grow though I want them stay the same.
Precious in my heart and soldered to their name.
But dead and gone are things have past
And many more to come.
And can i dance in time or will I just hold on.

Curious nature the most of that being.
Curious behaviour which I seem to be seeing
But nothing compares to what's under their hair.
You see nothing, only pretend you do.
You see the flower not the molecule.

Smelling more than just the scent
And cautioning myself to understand
Why I believe the roses smell so fond
Yet death could quicken my *****.
Edging up the back of my throat
In dry heave after gag
Begging me to stop breathing
Just to stop perceiving the sight of death.