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Matt Jursin May 2011
I fell in love with a girl.
And when I say fell, I mean crashed, heart-first.
Immersed every inch of my self.
Into this love...

We went swimming.
So willingly.

And I held you...
So close.
So tight.
And we slept so sound in those surroundings.
In silence.
In the dark.

You didnt need a TV those nights to keep the boogeyman at bay.

So willingly...
I quenched you in my arms...
So that our hearts could perpetuate perfect pulses.
In a symphony of moving atoms.
And we produced thermal fusion.

I see you.
My reflection.
That first time we locked eyes...
We saw souls.
And this collision formed one heavenly body.
That's why I cried over this division.
This imperfect perfection.

And I never gave 2nd thought when you told me i'd never lose you.
I believed you.
But then...I wanted to.
I wanted you.

I'm still trying to brush away the dust as it settles into sentiment.

This reflection...
Rippled but real...
Forms rings of imperfect perfection...

When we're both looking in the same direction.
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
When I wrap my vision around your waistline...
I get tangled in knots that butterflies tie.
Wings thin as wax paper and transparent as your soul.

Curves of flesh produce exact precision.

But hey, I'm just a connoisseur of those...features.
Those fine-lines of feminine phenomenon.
This soft, subtle, sensual creature...

Delicious pheromones parallel the purest of poetic sentences.

I would speak velvet vows to your lips.
Volumes of words get whispered in a single kiss.
Vivacious verbs flirt with hidden hips.
And those hidden hips are hidden bliss to my male mind...

I got lost in hidden hips somewhere along the line...
But first I got lost in your mind.
Got blinded by your sunshine...
Body like a wine bottle...
So fine that no words or signs can define...

Those deadly curves.
Um yah, I pretty much love womanly features=-D

Im not sure if im done with this piece yet...stay tuned
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
Science says that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life.

But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction.
Our primal reactions are multiplied in...the highlights of passion.

These laws of love that linger like a lanterns lost illumination...
Like the campfire light on a clear night, leaves coals of culmination.

Sweat beads lead to bare threads and bare bodies.
And oh my, how bare bodies lead to imaginations running wild.

Cold winds inspire warm kisses and close skin.
Sincere actions aren't sins.

Bodies wound in union, formed by light and tightly bound.
Together, these twisted vines penetrate the hardest ground...
Together, harmonic souls produce passionate sounds.
Yet, still somehow, love gets lost more than love gets found.

This equation is numbers off lips that kiss the air.
Body language spoken...Our physical bonds parallel eternity and pi squared.
And you know that every moment that we share is nothing short of...molecular love for the masses...
Now held captive by gravity and magnetism...

See, the last full moon marked retrograde...and if the moon affects the tide of the ocean...and our bodies are roughly 75% water...can we assume that this is the only body powerful enough to keep ours apart?

This gravity...
This pull...
It's pulling me let me pull you closer, stop pushing me away!
Hold on tight, dont let these planets drift away into a dark rift of decay.

Let your love lap upon this solid stone like a river riffles smooth sandbars into hills of higher ground.

Because baby, without your water on my beach...
I'm nothing but a desert, dry and deserted.
Love, the drug.
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
I get lost in...
Hidden ideas and deeper meanings to what I'm feeling.
Looking for something real to believe in.
Over-thinking usto...start me drinking...
But I kicked that ***** to the curb and built myself a bandwagon.

That **** was poison, see...
I had to let myself help me.

Now when I close my eyes...
All I can hear is the...
Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-rattle-click...
The sound of round rotations, rolling over bricks.
Measured like a metronome...
Water droplets echo as they drip.

But if freedom is defined by the thoughts in my own my mind, then I'm frozen in the timeframe of tomorrow, never-yesteryear.
And I'm still a revolutionary, I expect the best in Here(point to heart).
And by that, I mean exempt from holding contempt for another mass of energy.
Another open ear.
Another open mind.
Another heavenly body.
Another mystical meteor shower.
Another alien species placed on this planet by a "higher power".

But who am I to point fingers?
To point out flaws.
To point out fraudulence.
To pinpoint the factors that built your facade.
To pick through your red brick fictons of how you think I should be perceiving god.

See...I get lost.
In a magic land...
With a tragic hand.
A tear in time and space...
A human definition of race...
One we so often judge with a 2 sided face.
This piece is more about self control and placing judgment on others than drinking or religion.
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
I need a girlie girl.
So feminine.
That needs to be cuddled and coddled and fondled and touched.


So passionate.
Open to true oneness.
In mind, and body, and soul...
Unified by a love that never gets old.
I'm sure it exists, though it escapes my hold...

And I'm reminded every night...
By the shivers that I fight.

My bed.
Sure is.
**** cold.
I guess i was feeling kinda lonely. This one just fell off the fingers...
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
Im a bright idea.
A dreamer.
A lover.
A scholar.
A fool.
Of pure heart and...
A pure soul.
Pouring purely positive intent...
Placed within these words My story unfolds.

This is uneasy, unfixed, unloved, unending oneness.
And I sit un-interrupted in my unfounded unhappiness.
Willing it to fall like a ton of bricks.
And I realize...
Inertia is linear, not uniform.

So I sit.

Untouched by more than a few.
Unsaved by the untrue.
Behaviors become virtues.
Truth becomes reality.
Truth becomes trust.

Just some ideas I had to get out...still not fin yet.
Matt Jursin Oct 2010
Long-gone are the lullabies....
The lost language of love.
The legend of life-long bonds...
To which I'm so fond.
Rippled reflections in wishing ponds.
Some rough lessons have come and gone.
But I've sailed rigid on rocky seas all along...
Scribbling solitary sentiment as i ponder the wrongs.
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