Sometimes
in the dark of the night,
in the abyss of forsaken forests
when tree's take on new meaning
and sensation's in the light of the moon;
you can look up into the sky
and see a million stars
floating ghost like in the heavens.
They sing a lullaby
and bliss into the air.
They sing most beautifully
when they know your not listening.
Humming, swooping low into the night,
whispering dreams,
and nightmares
You lay your head down
in the cold wet embrace
of the grass and the weeds;
and listen to the ground breath,
and hear it,
beating,
growing,
**filled with life.

I want to invent a religion.
It can't be that hard,
seeing that
All religions serve to answer
only four questions:

1) How was the world made.
{possibly when}

2) What is the human purpose ie.
Why are we here ie.
What makes us better than,
and able to **** everything else.

3) What happens when you die.
{preferably a cheery conclusion, also one that disowns other religions or acts}

4) When, how, and why the world will end
{ its comforting to know when and why you'll be ******}

To see the ears perk up
alive with instinct.
The eyes dilate
and glaze red with night vision.
The hindquarters raise and rattle
the tail bobs with anticipation
as the birds chirp,
and hop from limb to limb.
Soon it fades
and he settles again to clean himself.
He's old
and caught enough mice to satisfy his masters.
The birds are safe
for another day.

" *******"
" I'd drop a two dollar **** down dem lips darlin'"
Chuckling, howling laughter
" What did you just say"
" I said I love you"
" No you didn't"
" Yes I did, I said I love you"
" WHAT THE **** DID YOU SAY?"
"I love you"
She still doesn't know
and I still chuckle
whenever I'm alone
and it comes to mind
"I'd drop
a two dollar ****
down dem lips
darlin"

You are here.
You are surrounded,
engulfed,
great leaping majesty.
You are enthralled,
on some polished dance floor,
we,
us ,
it.
You hear your name,
but it isn't your name anymore.
You have no name.
You are it.
You are the crowd.
Saved,
mass hysteria.
You are possessed,
like the hounds of hell themselves,
barking,
snarling,
there are many heads in this slobbering,
sweating,
gyrating,
uncontrollable beast you find yourself in.
Like the first amebas to grow more than one cell
and slunk successful from the primordial ooze
you are the essence of life
and progress.
You are the crowd,
unrestrained,
untainted.
You are complete.
Every one moves as one,
an unchained energy,
unknown.
You want to scream out,
it screams out,
it is unparalleled,
unholy,
a movement,
a merging,
an unconquerable amassing of souls.
Screaming,
teaming,
shouting together,
the very fire that fuels the furnaces of hell.
Moved beyond the mortal,
and alone.
There are certain words
I wish existed
but don't.
There are certain times
when the guttural noises
I can bark out
do not satisfy the world around me
do not satisfy description.
Amazing
Fantastic
Starstruck
Bewildered
Brilliance
G­enius
Infamous
Indescribable.
None of these things come close.
None of these things satisfy,
satiat.
I am made mad by its presence.
What can I do?
How...?
Majesty,
heavens,
spiralling,
and unspoken.
Where do these things come from?
No where near.
No where here.
They are above us
and unforgivable.

The sweet static white noise
of laughter.
Friends chuckling,
mercilessly,
endlessly.
In the background of my existence;
friends.
To have a good friend.
A friend equal to all others;
a wonderful friend,
to connect with them on the deepest of levels;
on levels unparalleled by sober men,
but,
but you disagree with their
may be perspective
with their maybe a plethora of perspectives.
It's something that reaches beyond perspective,
and kinship.
Something that reaches beyond common opinion
and relation,
these vague things friendship is based upon.
It is a belief;
something that defiles logic,
something you hold dear,
that they disagree with,
it is inconsolable.
It seems to be
a perfect friendship.
A social enigma,
but that thing
that one thing
is what holds back
true bonding
and connection
and ultimate potential
for growth.
That's how I feel
when you say
you cant love me back.