A feather has been placed on the breast of Mother Nature only to be blown away by the winds she created,
crafted out of good intentions and placed onto the wings of irreplaceable mystic holding super powered
beings that claim the ability which mere mortals only dream to obtain.
Spreading for all to see, each climate of generously sparing and over populated monstrosities
unable to be reached by force in calves and thighs,
these which i object to call by given proper letters haunt me in conventional senses.
Ugly, foul, wretched, I personify my adjectives as ammunition for these paper dwelling drawings
that seem so fascinating to common folk. Fly my mother told me, fly.

I like you because you make me angry.
I like you because you make me joyful.
I like you because you make me sad.
I like you because you make me happy.
I like you because you make me cry.
I like you because you make me smile.
I like you because you make me disappointed.
I like you because you make me proud.

I like you because you make me **alive.

guitar riffs move cheap **** as she sits in corners.
shake that hair ever so violently I just might have to warn her
if she does it again, it is off with her head.

can't tolerate
you drowning in my adjectives
but floating in my admiration,
I
have
been
waiting
for the day realization shakes hands with judgement
a new friendship built
one which will last,
until
the
end
of
us.

she was the bow tie to his three piece suit,
always, aiming for the neck
while finding a way to pull it all together
painted in anger and decorated with stripes

took your yarn of cliche statements
spun the ball
knitted it without a loom or needle
wore it as a hat
until it turned to fall
kept me warm
protected me of the breeze
when asked who created it
I replied none at all
puzzled the looks on faces
of onlookers and askers
who had no understanding
that this hat was just a call
a cry between arguments
a plea bargain with no money
simply this was a collective
brought on by a brawl

I crept thru the night
The day and afternoon
Behind your back
Away from you
Whispers get louder
When they're in a crowd
So my business, is never on loud
But I left it for the finding
For the hearts unwinding
Careless with my timing
But don't be unaware
That the reason for my crimson mood
Is cause you caught me catch his stare.

Sift thru these depressing records
Burn the bad ones darling,
Discordant sounds amongst waves of human speech
Allowances built upon misery's need for company
Pressed wax with aim's to spark set-backs,
Step back,
See the bigger frame
Record upon your mind
A classic masterpiece for the day.

Study these lines
Run my fingers across your vindication
They seem to be the stitches in my patience.
But rips where it seems to be seams,
When you blame all the casualties on me.
A duo of thievery
Often shades what I believe to be
As a better game than these extra pieces need.

It felt like it needed to
but more powerful
All the movements were blurred
but more visible
like I knew them
like I watched them everyday
almost like second nature
but they were first
it was just a land of green & brown
everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned
I wanted to explore
I wanted to see it
from different angles and perspectives
UP CLOSE & far away
I wanted to hear it
it's different beats with frequencies
pitches, timbres, & depths
I wanted to smell it
the sweet, the spicy, even the undesirable
but mostly,
I wanted to feel it
not just physical, by the touch of my skin
or the grasp of my finger nails
but mentally
I needed to know it's thoughts
it's beliefs, it's ideals
it's idea of moral value & standard
but spiritually
it's feelings, emotions, and attitudes
it's ups & downs, highs & lows
but really
I noticed
I noticed something beautiful
That this exploration made me want to explore it's coexistence with me.

layer upon layer
layer upon overlay
multiples of subtraction
fools of the oldest days
sunshine stained
blessed by attraction
cooler than the coldest rain
moonlit plain
a growth flourished by ticks and tocks
a love not concerned with any of these clocks.

Ovals, the one and only whom we offer objects worthy of obtaining as we aim to see the oracle in others.
Semi Circles, the sense of surprise and superiority in which we seem to seek in all that we wish to supersede.
Crescents, created by the cool and calm to causally cover the constant fear of camaraderie often kept from companions.
Faces, ****** by those who figure that fun is something not worth feeling.

overage of senses
scents and repentance
ego tripping, boosting and a love simple like friendship.

a paramount attraction
lust and pride in equal fractions
the type to make you think lest you display the mind's reaction.

baby steps on wide sets
of stairs that lead to monumental ***
have made you make me write this text.

as I catch glances
you increase your second chances
a rose is a rose is a rose, but for those who know,
it just don't sum up our romances.

you love me
my rise as well as my fall
and,
i hate you
cause you think you know it all

gasoline and fire
bow tie tuxedo
scuffed once shiny shoes
yesterday's Sunday paper
red convertible
throw's him the keys,
you're driving honey.

notoriety has given me nothing but whispers
whispers,
when combined with coo's of birds,
line the wires that lie above me.

Me
I'm

"the yin, the dishonesty, the wilted flower, the missed bus, the south pole, the depressive, the bad, the foul, the sinner, the mad, the spoiled and spilled milk, the F on your final paper, the nightmare, the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning."

You
You're

"the yang, the truth, the full bloom of spring, the early bird, the north pole, the manic, the good, the superior, the saint, the sane, the right amount of sweet in your cereal, the A+ when you least expected it, the daydream, the bright, beautiful, sunny, with a cool breeze day."

They say we mesh well, that we need the one to appreciate the other, that without me; there would be no you.

And so I put the bullet in the chamber, not knowing whether to bite it, or to save it for the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning.

eyes hurt
pained from the sight
ears feel
motives of humanity
skin grooves
on wood with no grains
nose tastes
the smog of future endeavors
mind asks
if any of these have made us better

I'm freaking out.
I'm scared, of losing you.
You aren't responding, and I can't tell why,
So I apologize to my eyes,
For all the tears that they're about to cry.

Pay checks and movie stubs
amongst reciepts and wrappers
buried beneath fields of dust bunnies
and clouds of unused smoke
is that all there is?
Graded approvals and first take judgements
within statement making garments
dependant upon conditions and factors
and one can't forget limits
is that all there is?
Genuinely fake smiles and unpiercing sharp eyes
around the time of no boundaries
next to missed alarm clock rings
and ever so important transit missions
is that all there is?
Talk back and rumor mills
spin webs of classes missing caste systems
yet gaining entry into future endeavours
so clever these days of ours
is that all there is?
Awkward congregations and a sense of forced happiness
paired with seemingly healthy attractions
combine to create an enviroment in which only the parasites can dwell
is that all there is?

cold front coming
come back running
heat wave leaving
leaves stop breathing
breath seen seeping

the sky is that color again
that wretchedly beautiful grey,
utterly depressing,
yet soothing all at once.

chattering teeth
give away this awful cowardice
honesty at best, couldn't honor promises.
how is it I seem to care so much,
yet know you oh so little?
a riddle tickling each one of my ribs,
to the cold shouldered,
I'm just a shiver.

From contact, a poison
A venom in veins
Bound by these strains
Incubation insane
Strikes for notice
Pleads for no time
Sending you off with flowers and rhyme
Kisses and wine
Serpent's vine meets design
Oh but the shine
Not one silver outline
Was the guide for which we find fine
Thoughts of purity perceived by men in their prime
But who am I not to want to experience mine?
Who says what is all?
Who says what is null?
Who governs the ideas strung together by skull?
Experimentation
Knowledge of those
Some impede while others grow
Can't decide
Axis from allies
How is one foe to know?
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Furthermore
What I adore
Has taken one quite a journey
Why we hurry to hurry?
Often I still worry.
Who are the elected who elected the jury?
I can't wage the battle
From both sides
Why should one have to choose
When the two can unite?
Morals, Values, Ideals, Games
Hand in hand they control
Yet they contain
Potential to change
But what if it is opposite of what's taught?
The learning to accept
That things can get wrought
Twisted and mopped
Has lead me nowhere but to go and to stop?
So the question is this
For my wish list
When is the right time
When is the mask too tight
when is it not alright?

no longer surrounded by descriptive words
the kind that make you find a place in research
the kind that spark that acute sense of anger
because, as you know, you lack the knowledge to comprehend.
no longer surrounded by mixed emotions
the kind that make you stutter
the kind that spark the mouth's defense mechanism,
because, as you know, you lack the free will to hold back.
no longer surrounded by fancy titles
the kind that make you hope for escape
the kind that spark that ever so familiar, peter-pan syndrome
because, as you know, you lack the prose to get away.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate masked in a pretty face and the name babe.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate portrayed in a game where winning and losing are the same.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate spelled with a different four letters, and it's much more cliche.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate misused with mistrust
so how can anyone feel at home when you say that you're in love?

better to have loved then lost
cause hate creates a weighing cost
before that tombstone was embossed
you were gone and so was love
so aren't they the same as love that's lost?

I curl my toes with initiative,
roll my eyes back to see my own thoughts,
clench my knuckles for fear of losing grip,
This heart racing against the mind
in the marathon of events
only seems to catch spurts of energy,
whereas,
the mind turns gears at a robotic pace
a well oiled machine
working the inter-workings of this devious feign
so it seems,
love is more of a flickering flame,
however; no matter the wind,
lust burns at a pace all the same.

flow with me, feel. the breeze between thighs.
row the boat. amongst crashing tides and, waves
beautiful waves of flesh. warm. not opened.
accepting? punctuation not deserving.
worth all the work. however; not. the. serving.

skipped the chapters in the book of love
you on page one
swang from the rafters with the morning dove
rise the evening sun
my letters were bolded
yours were second best to none
more italics and stressed sentences
you a peaceful minded friend
more than previous pronoun
promised to the end
you on stages of laughter
agreement to disagree
me, i went past the laughter
straight fits of arguing
apologies and sorries
lead me into these trees
promise not to skip the page without you next to me

her eyes are a catalyst for the weak
she smiles while they weap
only trials stretch her beak
as she comes full circle
showing you, she too
is incomplete.

fingertip grooves feel tree bark grooves as it moves so smooth I'm soothed.
you've looked with eyes,
never felt with sense
denying the other 4 seems of not enough intent.

Arrows bent and broken because the elixir is all it took
Lying by other’s side, I never noticed your curious look
Because I was never meant to be, convinced many nights to be true
But the addition of a proper verb ending could only lead me to you
Often I tried to re-route, who?
The object of this poem into a being of supremacy
My hatred for your positivity when I fed you the meanest thing
My perceived invisibility to reflector window panes
The way each sentence remained pure throughout my twisted games
Speech wrapped in profane, even the strike of your match couldn’t eat my propane
Told lies to my allies, that we were only cordial foe
Placed you into my list, nothing more than a mere John Doe
None had seen that you were the only key to my door
Couldn’t tell I was a perfection seeking ***** to the core
All you needed was to position me and my muzzle to the floor
Was only after filling my pocket book with prospects and stars
But I kept an honest policy in saying I would keep you forever within my bars
How I long for the fog placed on voltage stroked sand inside my cars
Our every imperfection should never be objects of debate
But in your opinion, these bonds aren’t meant to wait
You state them as pipe dreams, but I spark to make them real
Time is my only obstacle, but never prevents me from what I feel
Increased heartbeats and clammy hands need nothing more than half of truth’s peel
Beginnings were only lust from 1,000 word described squares
Visible bones were stretched only to stop piercing blue stares
Questions only lead me to empty in why I committed the seventh sin
The time clocks maturity is solely what keeps you from being kin
Heartbreak’s only defeat is that I never let you win
I despise my desire to eliminate the protection of your thinking cap
If one didn’t look so striking I would let the follicles grow back
I had wished you understood my love for arguments chaotic
You never realized I was nothing but predictable and robotic
I had a sick obsession to push you to limits catatonic
Broke locks on Pandora’s Box because I knew the abundance of my stocks
The only emotion to be shown would peek if you had to kick rocks
Lonely in my current state is never why I create this draft
This triple forked road has no signs leading to your path
Realization it was You, in my many aftermath
Every ray of light wants to be pointed to you at the heights dawn
My only apology is for trying to capture the king without moving a single pawn.

surfing the surface of the sun I seem to have seen the somber
kaleidoscopic butterflies brushed by the taste of metallic fantasies.

grazing the grasp of the grass I have gotten a glimpse
venomous ants accepting the fact they are no longer ample amidst my anchors.

containing the crowds of clouds I have caught a concert
deceiving pigeons peeping their precious pasts as they pull towards my parchment.

Who could weather they ways I write whilst weeping at the wondrous woe's of nature?

banking the movements of unorthodox room occupying elephants is only relevant to the elegant.

******* on the ground, socks on the duvet, mouth on his head.
boxers on the floor, shirt on the pillow, beard in between legs.
two numbers, making one
hopefully making none after you ***.

Locked up fingertips of ghosts past seem to knock on my door with all types of inquisitions,
pessimism,
is never something I adored,
furthermore,
what better place to place your plate then a palate in need of some swords?
Better yet,
bask in those regrets you've used to mold your destined route
and present a fool with a new tool to aid him in his doubt,
without, the heartbeat the brain is awfully useless,
multiple choice check list, you can take it or you can use it.

fine prints and wine stains
vanilla scented candles and smooth jazz
pretty glass table,
scratched by party favors of Friday's past,
do you prefer red or white in your glass?

I've never known love
But you look like the type to cue a girl in
With the right aim
You could have me in your pocket.

Who are you?
the one with the red eyes and devil face
rummaging through my storage
and picking up all that needs to be kept
what are you doing?
with all my baggage and up tight memories locked inside your box.
how is this happening?
the eviction of my opinions purely upon command.
Woman, stop talking to yourself.

I smile
and wink
and flirt
and talk
Sometimes I make myself sick
Thinking about that night and why we had our first kiss.

batted eyelashes
winked eyelids
open doors
clothes fall to floors

silk on satin
both on carpet
you got the lighter baby?
please, let me spark it.

Inhale
Dilate
Circulate
Brain cells annihilate.

skin on hair
both on mattress
you got that *** baby?
please, let me smack it.

Turn around
Up and Down
Headboard Pound.

r e l e a s e

light another up
sheets on bodies
bodies on each other.

Two weeks ago
I met you,
****** cover band
Loud music
Lots of friends, both mine and yours
Your friend, asked me
My friends, asked who's he?
Just a friend is what I answered
Knowing very well, that would change soon
Lust lead you to tell me your true feelings
"I like you, I just want you to know that"
I dove fingers first
Tracing your feelings
And treading in mine
One week ago
You became distant
How could I fall so quick?
How could you leave so, sudden, so strikingly painful
Yet, only two weeks ago
I just met you.

extend
eyes look
first at it
then at eyes
a smile perhaps
maybe a forfeit
out of honor
often regular in common place nature
respect is shown
the gesture is known, by many
fingers placed with heat interchanged
an object of measure
given to friend or foe
quite the lovely present to gauge one's character.

Worries before sleep
Obsession upon waking
Is that what love is?

Suicidal thoughts of thoughts
Headaches from wonders
Is that what love is?

Emotions so powerful they can only be expressed by physical pains
Physical pains so powerful they can only be subdued by emotions
Is that what love is?

Smiles immediately after tears
Anger immediately after joy
Is that what love?

The subject of movies, poems, and books
A taboo unknown but often heard of
Is that what love is?

If so, then the most beautiful contradiction in life is so simple it is complex.