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Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I'm born upon the surface with them glaring fearfully.
I stand from my knees, surrounded, confused.
A cool breeze cuts the silence like razors through paper.
No one speaks.
A man steps forward, tall, balanced, without emotion.
I remain without action, completely still.
Hands steady.
Calm and ready to unleash sin upon this man.
He slowly, gently touches my forehead.
His hands warm but coarse.
My legs begin to tremble, I'm frightened.
A light begins to shine as our flesh meets.
Grows brighter, begins to burn.
My mind goes blank, the world goes black.
And I become nothing.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Down this road and against the wind.
Placed behind the two.
Concerns my mind these two.
All the detailed interest these two.
I stay forever Concerned.
Down this road.

Street light reflect the oiled asphalt.
That light reflects these two.
Who am I to argue?
What is real?
I stay forever concerned, Down this road.

Concerns of notes and ink.
I'll never forget.
Before I'm a man.
Before I concede.
I am my own.
Forever my own, Down this road.

I am forever, Down this road.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Confronted and humbled by this being.
I stare searching for meaning.
Try to peer in deep to study.
The surrounding grounds all ******.
Curiosity calls me closer.
I stand before it, arms crossed and guarded.
Before this peculiar moment. I was lost and open.
This empty desert owned it.
For now it seems, I'm chosen. She reaches in to touch me.
My knees no longer hold me.
Submit upon her presence.
I have no more resistance.
She whispers me a secret. As warm and bright as she is.
This light cannot be mine and,
I feel the need to hide and,
before I act I'm taken, challenged by a kiss.
The walls around me fall.
My reflection in eager eyes call. This is the time, the place I should have been so long ago.
And as my mind tears out, I hear the cleansing shout,
“you could be right here without lust, hesitance or fear.”
“Just let her heart touch you
and let her words soak through.
Just follow them right to,
the one thing you share with few.”
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
The day it all became.
The day I got my name.
For all of those to blame.
And those who aren't the same

Faces with no eyes, swallow all the lies.
I would choose death over this.
Flames only cover a kiss.

Power struck these men.
Frozen in checkered halls.
Collecting a steady revenue.

Seizing hands from aimless arms.
Wrecking knees of lesser legs.
Rise against them.
They'll take and they'll take from the people.
Innocent ones like you and me.
They want to make a million.
We want to make one.
Resist and defect as you may.
We will make our our own way.
Conquer this world until the day,
We have created our savior son.
Even if it's all we could have done.
Protect and serve, we are as one.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I've lost my patience.
As if one day we'll all come around.
I have no patience.
No, sit down
No, sit down and listen to me.
Now you think I'm running.
The shadow moves closer, touches me.
Sand touches hand,
touches life,
touches mind,
touches lies,
touches sky,
it touches.
In a trance I must stand, blood touches.
The insects climbing higher.
The insects don't desire.
They say that the end is coming soon.
Not even a year left to breathe.
The judgment of heaven rain down on me.
Silence is wicked.
Don't bury your head.
Don't reach for the sound.
Our singular conscience may rise from the ground.
We'll hide in the garden instead.
And consider the lord of the monkey is dead.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I've approached the closest thing to my ending.
Surrounded by lustful comfort that you know.
Pull the sun to blind me.
wrap the sound to warm me.
Confuse the touch, the hold, the one you know.

Before you follow failure.
There is no balance here.
There is no light under the shadow's parabola.

Ponder before you clutch me.
Concede before you touch me.
I have inhaled the sign the sound you know.

This is too low, too distant.
This world will not allow it.

**** this math and this man.
**** the sound beneath the sand.
I'm not here upon this land.
Pine away, Pine away and understand.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
This man I am who coast before you is but infection.
The cause of all your trivial harm.
Incubus has but this face.
A single breath of fictional attraction I have fed.
Inhaled it all as the others.
The look on your face as I died.
Pleasant and calming to me.
I am but a secret of the balance.
A portioned blend of confession melts away
before you here.
Sanity is vague of definition.
Sleep pawn, Sleep as I watch.
Fearful and without answer I prey.
Weakness feeds me heavy.
All that I knew and all I believe,
all which I have taken, no longer comforts me.
Sleeping in your naive vulnerability.
Your mind is mine.
I will build who you are.
Love is but control.
I have it.
I use it.
I manipulate it.
An illusion of safety and home.
I taught you well.
A grin across my face and complete conquer. A tactic born to me.
Born to me, to end you.
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