In tedium bindings,
And air so confining,
I'm glad for the collar you gave.

A sheetrock, a permit,
A dark-haloed hermit.
I thought I played well as a slave.

but,

My history lesson,
For Mistress, the crescent,
As Moon, you wrenched me to life.

now,

My submission as passing,
Left a Dominant standing,
Shall we play catch with this two sided knife?

I want nothing and all
I want throatchase and falls.
I want spiteful endears,
And ricochet tears.

I want colliders with nothing to lose.


I want crashes indebts,
And bombadier pets.
I want cleft incoherence,
And bookies for parents.

I want you to know how to choose.


I want pratfalls regarded,
And paradigms parted.
I want sickly verbatim,
And writings circadian.

       I want you,
            I want you,

I want you.

Did you know what you saw?
Did you know what you felt?
The half murmured confidence,
Of meteoric bells.

Did you shy from your musedom,
To protect beyond self?
Did you frame your desire,
Or put your wants on the shelf?

You embolden my patience.
You set to spirals, my grace.
My heart left to tilting,
From not merely a face.

I'll pinch-toss that lackey,
I'll drop-kick that knave,
Though lazed in his efforts,
He's little more than a slave.

A turn-key for hire.
I find my bile rise
At Hypocrites' dementia,
So I'll smile my good-byes.

Bottle up intention,
Bottle up the noise.
We break piggy for thoughtpence,
Knowing we'll "be boys".

Save yourself for reason?
Save yourself for sane?
Nature is Complications,
In absence lies the pain.

No distractions, no escape,
My Introversion's heavy cape,
My lust may rise against her nape,
So my heart spins hoops of steel.

I wish for 'love', and 'happy-sees',
I wish for Truth, but on my knees,
I pray my soul's 'Unfettered Pleads',
And bandages, that I might heal.

What if I'd, heard tales of the Sun,
But had never seen it rise?

What if I, had hoped for you,
But never met your eyes?

What if skipping stones found life,
And took cerulean skies.

What if,
In waiting,
Heartbeat's taming,
I found the Moon's light wise.

I'm not ready to feel you.
I'm not ready to know.
So I'll make wordy rhythms,
That I shove into poems.
I'll think that I'm clever.
And hope that you'll smile.
I'll shrug with, "no muse here",
But write all the while.

I'll call you out politely,
Our friendship can withstand.
The criticisms helpful,
Not complimented backhands.

We'll open up the eyes of,
Each other, and the world.
We'll walk the truthspeak, aiding,
Through tangled, loving curls.

You forgot where you loved me,

I forgot where I died.

The grass grows now awkward.

In that space where we tried.

I feel all the pages,
Though sunken with wages,
They stick, they amble, and drag.

Your skin, silver laden,
So draws me, in cadence,
I hope, in your form, time may lag.

I lay thee, the lovely,
And touch-pray the subtlety,
My kissing your spirit in rags.

My fingers pick chordly,
And tone-know you shortly,
Symphonious expanse with no lack.

I see where I fit,
As a leave among sticks,
And you, the soil
Giving way to the Sun.

Turn my color adaptation.
You, the brilliant rose variation.
Ever spinning, till our meetspokes find,
"We're the One."

Shake the wake tree,
Jungle cat pretty.
You're pushing the grab for truth.

Your foot spring strength,
Your spirit frame length.
A new day closer,
            to knowing your "you".

Green fairy providing,
The long lip sliding.
With thoughts passing
Words and naught.

But what do they mean,
These elephant screams?
Except that I'm ok
In knowing self ought.

The tandem machine,
Is rocking horse clean.
The Give and the Take
......is breath.

We ride symbiotic,
This Life so melodic.
I'll not see my Energy changing,
......as death.

Show what you've drawn.
Love what you've known.
Come to the meeting,
With nickels and bows.

Lighten your graces,
Smile in the Thorns.
I'll swim in your blue hues,
But drown in your warms.

Won't you pull at my tongue,
With my jaw slamming shut?
That double-edged wit of regret.
Won't you blank out my mind?
These signed waivers of time.
No muse would I more happily bed.

You gave me words.
You stole my breath.
You lingered lovely,
Such empty tests.

I lost my footing.
I gained my sight.
I couldn't draw you.
I say good night.

The stage is set.
Time de-compose.
To leave me at the door.

I'll find such sleep.
Short as life.

Dreaming,

On the floor.

Please turn me, lovely,
Such wretched figure,
Swaying, laced, and coy.

Please, lay me, lonely,
Trade flesh for peaceful,
Compulsion's little toy.

I'll write nocturnal,
Though feel full daily,
This ownership you've made.

I'll fight desire's
Sweet, dark fires.
My dues are all but paid.

Engage the linking,
And free the fray.

The cuts, the blood, the dues.

Deepen the giving.
That rooted loving.

Embrace the roses

....however blue.

Breathe your dreams.
In reach the self.
Sideline all debate.

In/As God's design,
You will spend your time.
Allow the created, to, create.

A water surround,
A tilt of the head.
I know well enough:
A tub's not a bed.

A leak and the drips.
A flooding of thought.
The temperant time bomb's-
Wet medium watch.

I'll sleep with intention.
After dry-rise, *****.
The luxurious freedom,
Of bachelor bed.

A clarity won,
Expressable whiles.
The nocturning wisdom,
Of fallover smiles.

Verbose as the Sky,
Heavy handed I,
Released to the thoughts of the seen.

Pneumatic in-tension,
A flexible mention.
Meaningless,
Emphatic, and
Green.

Retrain the knife.
The mind it sweeps,
The velveteen,
With focals deep.

So sweet, the lay,
The houred beats.
So cut the day,
Without retreats.

Now chase your bliss,
With lust for life.
With hit and miss:
Retrain the knife.

I see demons hiding.
I wink at their shadows.
******* themselves, halfway to the curb.

My censor is muted.
My eyes now so lidless.
My voice, oh so set to disturb.

You ring out your outrage-
Crowned Queen of the Vapid.
I mirror the things that you chose.

The Soma, the money,
You burned through such tinder.
I break sidewalk with spoon for your dose.

Lay the Sun, love.
Roundabouts.
By Self, you mire the time.

In low repose,
And tickle tones,
You disregard my rhymes.

In mystic sweeps,
And Jungian leaps,
You distance my sight for love.

But ever patient,
I'll bear my heart.
As butterfly eats the dove.

what dreams may come
on nickel thumbs
i take my chances here

to be or not
such fickle crumbs
i lay my bodkin bare

Love poems rot,
The sensical knots.
I tie, overflowing, the dread.

The Pickwitkin Heavy,
The Verveberry Wedding.
Such shanks, still stuck in my head.

My memories loosen,
The Stopshift Tallcluesen,
Cut to myself dreaming in red.

Full throttle forward,
I'll sail ever toward,
My untying your knots from my bed.

I love blue so simply,
I love blue the most.
I love the way blue,
Just sits on the coast.

I love her expression.
I love her routine.
I love all her cobalts,
And music, and themes.

I love how she guides me,
In filling the sky.
I'll drown in her heavens.
In blues, shall I die.

I see patterns heavy,
I see patterns light.
I see the circumference
Of warm, summer nights.

Of dialogues listened.
And shows, all but seen.
I see such collections,
Of coincidenced things.

I feel all the passings.
The futures of taste.
We'll dance in full patterns.
My hands on your waist.

We circle the knowing
And outskirt the norm.
We cling to an Earthwhile,
In gravity warms.

The plan-tackle Wretcheds
The treat-splintered Hodes
The monkey Non-lifters
That seize oft the holes

For them, did I back-break
For them, did I glean
To fill face-less Shifters
And grifting Untweens

Soon settle my Upstakes
Soon twiddle my Oughts
I less waste my Enjeans
I less waste my thoughts

No longer line Sprockets
To satsply their greed
I've lit my own rocket, now
I'll grow my own Need

Talk to me friendly,
And as though we have met.

The angels are giggling,
And some without regret.

Talk to me tongue tied,
Or till blue in the face,

Hand in hand converse,
Thougts in embrace.