You made me think
I’m bless’d~
The old-fashioned way
you’re dress’d.
My eyes are spellbound
And I’m fully obsess’d.

Lost in your thoughts
&
Lost in your way
My eyes
Are madly restless today.

~
She hove into view
drawing near.
We ******
pleasure turned to fire.
I woke
lost in possession
my nod now twisted
into wickedness.

~~
Now,
anything she wants
anything she rules!

~
Anything
~~
Anything

People say
Closed eyes see nothing—
So,
Hey, nothingness?
My nothingness, such a seraphic...
~~
When my eyes are closed
All I see is beauty—
The angelic face of yours.
~~
-A universal hint!
Both reality & a dream,

~As beautiful as you seem~

Any time
Every time
It makes my mind strive~

~A restless power~

Starving!
Starved for desire—
Not in the way a ball rolls
But in the depth of my love's goals~

~Love~

The angel
Draws the Glock
With a swift flick of motion
Pulls the trigger—
A bullet rips through your core~
As it strikes
The truth unveils
The show begins.
You kick and slam,
But the enigmatic door remains~
You gave it your all,
Concluding the telecast,
Your white sore in a red hole—
Rot, maggots, and gore.
A true crucifixion of your soul.

~Burning in vengeance~

Now you face the mind~
A chasm carved by arrogance.
And now,
I become the angel—
Trigger poised in suspense.

Ohh,
Mrs. Brilliant Chemist,
Marry me,
Don't resist!
Feed me~
With homemade psychedelics,
Make my mind
Spin like a twist!

~~

D izzy

~~~

I'm waiting for you
Only for you!
Like nature
Like farmers waiting for spring
After autumn.

~~~

I'm writing for you
I'm singing for you

~Beside the river~

Like a poet
Like a singer
With cigarettes as my clinger!

~~

The cigarettes
Remind me of you

~Darling~

When I take a puff & blow
Writing poetry about you
Time feels both destroyed & slow.

~~

Just like roses
Magnetic.
Just like a star
Naturally aesthetic.

~It's the you~

The crucial!
Or does it exist in illusion?
Or like hallucinations—
psychedelic vision?

~~

What really exists?
What truly twists?
Is time like blood in the body,
Always flowing,
Or just our perception?

~~

Or is it a concept invented by humans—
A mere method of measurement?
What if it was never conceived?

~~

Can we presume
Time is just our memories?
If our minds couldn’t record the past
Nor predict or plan the future,
Existing only in the present—

~~

Would time truly exist?