She is the life breather.

She is the adventure.

She is the little death.

*She choked me here.

Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region

My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions

The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness

Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign

A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping

She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.

Slipping a hand up
Reality's skirt
trying to deliver a message
finger-*******
a spiral dance
of synchronicity
summoned back in time
to a past life regression
passed little transgressions

In Heaven's mirror
God takes selfies
In our self-righteous
reflection

Like he's got something to prove
But there's always something to prove

We possess ourselves with
a reality so oppressed
for feeling guilt
in living the dream
With no one left to impress

Reality is psychosomatic
We perpetuate thought-form
On a treadmill of synchronistic
Patterns
Passing self-doubt
In a transcendence contest

Fear vs. desire,
The pillars of motivation,
Exploited
With the best intention

Thought
to
Feeling
to
Action

*A dream-scape manifested

Feel a force
rising up your spine
like chills
setting fires
with your mind

Compelled
by a heart
beating
the drum
on the journey
to
the
center
of
your
soul

Leaving you

Primal
Screaming
like Nature
wanting
to **** herself
everyone
and
each
other

See you in another life
brothers
and sisters
of the same machinery

emerging
in
and
out
of

Multi-layered
Self-created
realities
mimicking
themselves

Until we are all one
Returning
Generation
self-enlightened

I wanna paint you 
like one of my French poems
With words I'll create for you a *** scene
From Je T'Aime
To Le petit mort
Starting to feel 
Used and abused
Done to death like a *****
The dark side of something beautiful
The holy ghosts that rise 
and infest the soul
With inspiration to avenge the dead
You stood there naked
And wanted nothing more
Than to ravage my skin
With your defense mechanisms
I'm your own little release
For the sake of art

Diamond
in 
the
rough
me 
up
buttercup

She started the day for me
I rose to mountain pose
Her orifice enveloping
Like the sky ***** the earth dry
Then brings the storm from the heavens
She's saturated

I'm summoning lightning
Hands outstretched to pull the fire to my *****
Some light to her life
I drop down deep and exhale
She catches my eye
And lunges further into focus
Breathing In, I hold my position
Just before slipping I perch up
She commands to hold on for shared fruition

I'm trembling upside down now
She knows what she wants out of me
Between body vibrations
We've cracked the heavens
The Ambrosia's slowly seeping out
Just a taste she's savoring
She whispers "Namaste"
Bowing down
Sacred transgressions
Before coiled energy release
slips down her throat

Now she's running on the nectar of divinity
The fire I stole from the mountaintop

Snuffed out in a breath
Then back in
A little death
it ends where it begins

We haven't collided yet
I haven't stumbled on the right words to say
until after the fact
The ghost of the stairway
haunting in consonance
praying for coincidences

Standing on introductions
during the ritualistic deconstruction
of archetypal meeting grounds

That awkward walk dance thing
we're doing with divine intervention
At least that's how I wishful think sometimes
It's better than the paranoid nature of my reality
I swear the moon's trying to follow me down
where I stare to the void and submit my crown
and it's these little things that'll save your sanity
In the end, we're just atoms anyway.

Staring down infinity
Through the soul of temptation
Feeling up divinity
Transcending my imagination

Hello, Heaven

Speaking in tongues
Worshiping the Flower Princess
When she offers her sweet blossom,
I'm savoring her as a Goddess

Big banging stars
Back from blackholes
We all come back around
**Illuminated

She danced
a symbolic grace
with a look of malice
written on her face

She cast a
lunatic eclipse
of my erratic soul

The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone

It was more than a phase,
just a glimpse into our story-lines
star-crossed
in our own paths
in our own way

She shed the scales
from her eyes
took me by the hand
and spun me into
a fiery embrace

We destroyed each other
but we were complete

Darling your blue eyes
Are more than just a mutation
We're all heaven sent
*A soul manipulation

Did you get to sleep
Or are you marinating
in chemicals?

The nightcap pulled
you down
dragged you
with your breath

You cut deep

Did you figure your
insides out?
You're inside out
spilling your guts
again
off-balanced
like an unstable
vivisection

Combusting your soul
back to a black hole
Counted off stars
in your eyes
you swore were aligned
Do you know what's behind?

Or will you keep looking?
Out there the truth isn't
it's all a reality
hallucinogen
generation of
self-prescribed nomads
It's about the journey
somewhere there lies
a destination
Lying about it's age again
and you can't touch it
Yet
it was here
the whole time
this very moment
and it's so
*******
beautiful
if you can get out
of your own mind.

She slipped out of her clothes
The little black dress
I always envision her
dropping
to the floor

Before we hit the bed
running on euphoric overload
She got off on the way I destroyed her ego
to enlighten her

submitting
to
the
sado
maso
Christ
within

I was the second coming
of her consciousness
slurred
slurping
ships
of
my ambrosia
loaded
god-complex
from her lips
dripping wet
sweetness
down the curves
of honey-softness

O
What it does to her hips
quivering
tingling
writhing
wet
When I crucify her.
Pin her to the mattress

What she meant to say
was she wanted
Stigmata

To really feel the pain/pleasure switch
To strike and choke her
Because of daddy-issue reasons

This is that atonement
Bad Bad
Baby girl
battered
beat red
stripped down
back to her
Electra Complex
The light again

From plateaus
bound by
peaks
until ******
Alpha
Omega

A little death.
Reborn where it begins

What do you do
when you feel useless
to the world that
you're trying to save
from yourself?

The revolution remains
in our head
un-manifested
just like us
trying to formulate
the message we want to express

Or the demons we want to slay
with telepathic laser vision
Burning through our third eyes
with our sights
set on the Goddess

The muse in the mayhem
marching away through the chaos
The thrill in the chase
is the biggest cocktease

Meeting us at our sacrificial
sacred places we like to invent
Meet me under the Moon
and I'll make you howl like
watching the best minds of our generation
destroyed by their own madness

That's how to get back at the world
that tried to make us feel useless

K,
Are you Ok?
Don't you wanna feel more than
just OK?

K,
You haven't left your bed in days
Don't let the darkness dominate
darling

K,
Just put your favorite record on
and dance out the rest of the war
of your mind

K,
Exploit those thoughts
Before they become demons

K,
Don't tell me I don't have an obligation to care for you
I've always been here for you
Even when you were across Lake Michigan

K,
You're more beautiful than you give yourself credit for
Your grace penetrates the Earth
Transcending Rose-beds

K,
See
There is light
somewhere
in everything

K
I wish I could go into dreams and save you
Before reality slips away
On the shores of our subconscious
I can be your totem
*You be my anchor

I am
everything
that is
and isn't
nailed down

connected

I hit
the ground
running on
survival
instinct

With
ultra
violent
grace
burning
about
me

I
barrel
down
boundaries

face
to
face
with
the enemy
of me

now

Do I
fight
Or
flight
Or
freeze?

Ultra violent
visions
of
grandeur
gracefully
spill the blood
of lost innocence
in the lust of the moment
I lunged for her throat
swallowed her moans
and left her writhing
in bed
beating her heart out
bleeding her love out
battling demons
of my ****** up
electromagnetic
heart
I left a war
in her head
waived the white flag
and walked away

Like God
leaving her to
her own
destructive
device

*Her Body
Her Weapon
Her Choice

I was facing upwards
Toward the machinery of solar bursts
In an attempt
to harness
the power
of
oblivion

I could feel jolts of electricity
Passing through me
Via the star interface

The planets were tangible
at one point
they started
to communicate
with me

Telepathic intervention

The committee of sleep
was calling me out
in a hallucination of reality

They preached of untapped energy

A floodgate opened
pouring presence
of my racing thoughts
and the rest
of the trafficked ghosts
of inspiration

Slit the throat
of the communication vortex
At the risk of spilling my guts

But I needed to say something
I was at the edge of my own impulses
Trying to hold myself back from jumping

To feel alive
as long as I'm falling
back into the arms
of my sacred sanctuary

Maybe she's born with it
Maybe she's been manipulated
Maybe she's more than just a pretty face

Whatever that smile meant
or if it was as half-angelic
as i thought it

Or if she meant to grace my lonely
finger tips

Maybe she's the muse
Who's harp I should be plucking
heart strings for

Maybe she's the missing music
To drop the the four back on the floor

To beat my  
heart with her holy hands

To cross the first threshold
A call to adventure
to the heart beaten path

Rendezvous

A meeting with the Goddess
She's my Hepburn
burning up my *****
in the smoking
little black
(un)dress

to bring that light back again

Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe she keeps me stimulated
Maybe baby girl keeps me born again