Collapsed in thrash
A post dusk dance
Where fickle whispers
Dare not doth ask
Digress, thumbing some
Of their finest cask
I'll ask myself
Dare not whispers doth ask

"What the **** are you doing?"

Laid with three
Just this week
Father's Cancer
Shan't I speak
Best friend's a child
So dull, so Bleek

Why do I seek to swerve
Where others swerve to seek

"Your life's a proper mess."

A diligent instrument
Succumbed to drink and spit
His nightly dance,
Thumb in cask
No longer feels so intimate
An idiot reflecting idiots

"I thought attractive people,..."

You finally made it
You Wretch

Love.

Love, is an ocean.
Echoes in, forever, motion

Love, is a breath
Too deep, to chest

You asked me what Love was, once,...
& I, knew naught thereof


Well,
Are you a puddle,
or an ocean?

When those that you love
throw rocks,
do they fall
to silt or sand?

Can you,
under storm,
feel the calm,
as it falls deep

Because if you embodied Love
arms out, stretched
shore to shore

& you took the sun,
as you took the storms

Knowing everything
thrown at you,
it'd all fall
to the floor

where darkness
takes hand
to make it all
just, no more

For when you find,
your silt & sand
you'll rest easy,
with the done
& what can

& the second,
you see him,
It'll feel like
you've never felt love before,..

Because you're okay,
knowing pain,
is soon sand

"See you soon."
He says
Two set of knuckles
Leading me blind

I bellow it out
alike  
a forge,
out temple..

Pftffffffffffffffffffff

Coy,
Sunlight fades
as I begin
to steep
in the shade

Blackness,
like mist,
nearly pixelating
my daze

I'm blind,
I'm falling,
I've died,
Still,
same place

A tickle
of color
splashed trickle
in space

Playing
in front of
my eyes with
no face

This sprite
is electric
This Nymph holds
my gaze

To and fro
this vividity
does go
spinning and
swirling
Oh, what
a show

And then it
creates such
colossals
of glow

The colors
so vibrant,
with some I
don't know
This bright
neon orchestra
might be,..

Symphony.

Diamonds.

With eyes,
so alien,
akin flys,
I see

A figure,
no face,
pirouettes,
my treat

A sapphire balet,

next, a green man
whose stare
seldom left me
but (he) did sit, and
not stand

Entrapment
ensues, as I
couldn't choose
in-between, said,
sat man,
or falling
for blues