sounds from the neck pollute the air
as I fall between ripples of warm skin
lint grazes me
as you smile to my ear
speak to me in your souls language so my soul can hear
down my chest falls a tear

its overwhelming

everything you are is now mine
in a world that falls like water paint on thin paper we dine

and whats mine is yours
connecting in more ways than one, as does the ground when the sky pours
hours immense into something that should reach darkness outside this earth

Im almost captivated by too much

grant me the company of true energy
I am falling hot in this abyss of your sacred thoughts revealing themselves to me through touch
and silent conversation
an auroa so tender it should be painted
driving me to the end of a feeling, irresistable
speechless breathless and naked

the souls a wreck
shes coming
or going
and its all uphill from here
but wether it down or up its still a catastophe
and if shes steady going, then where could she possibly be
the bright shines in the late night sky
and its another minute where she forces herself to say goodbye
a tear falling down on to her smile
and she realized that its all her fault
but she knows all this was not meant to be
where is it that your feet walk
when the sun leans beside your shoulder
when the earth eats you alive
and in reality in the back of your head all you want to do is die
but your to scared to admitt it to your frail body
because in that instant you will break
but then you wonder how much of it can i really take
when you wake up everyday singing this is the song of life

if this pulsating addiction through my brain
can be more than madness
than I
I am more than nothing
cause when something so big, its condemed to itself
all it has left to do is diminish
into hunderds of icy little peices
covering my body
seeping down into my grittle bone
haunting under the light pole
polariods laughing in my head
dimmed creatures
humming
kiss me
kiss me
haunted

Im am so mesmorized for you
and the way you sit with your hand on your cheek
smoking your nicotine
speaking about venice and the lions in your closet
your blushing and speaking red
and I am watching you

I am watching you
--
move your tongue lightly on air and
tell me your stories in the most
simple word,
please
the creses in your forehead
shedding all the deatil
I am afraid to be too close to you

watching your hair fall to the side of your face
watching your veins pulsate
adorning your 5 o'clock shadow
you pushed me against the window pane
and shoved everything you had

that break me till I cant break anymore
kind of
love

I throw my arms above me---
to where I cant see them anymore
little dimness tracing at my vision

but am I blind now
or was I blind before
or am I still blind
or was I previously blind
or is this you
and this is my cycle
and you always come back

but I can never find you
and I am nowhere to be seen
perhaps on some forgein path

on my way to buy chardonnay and mint

how can you let me watch how you move
when you know my simplicity will fall apart after you leave
I thought before I met you
that i let my mind drift into forbidden places
but after you
I realized for the first time what forbidden was
it was being in between that little space in between your lips
soft and delicatley spoken your eyes conversate
with every crease on my suffocating palms
palms that suffocate for you
one set by the other
oh how they all faded away so simply
drifted away so weary
and those whom I kicked out calmly
but you

I will miss you dearly

maybe this is what you want
goodmorning to a smile
goodnight to a smile
humming in the heart of someone unfathomable
light hearted and untainted
maybe but only slightly
but just not enough
to feel the rigid edges
to know that they are always there
I dont deserve this
maybe thats it

your light heartedness
my soul merely corrupt and haunted
stained and discolored over and over
the same spots
by my life

my lovely life
that I accept and appreciate
for showing me what I know

a painful world that you never exsisted in is
where I spent my nights as a child

let alone the free
set astray the free

everything that she was ever meant to be
has been thrown away into the water
streaming down slowly
down her
her back
a lullably of all those times when the world ate us

alive
it ate us
alive

and I dived into you broken shores
full of broken sea shells
and empty bottles of whiskey
opened by the pirates of your unstoppable heart

hungover by the bench
your stenched cling to salt and me
yes
i remember
i remember
when i woke up next to you
and your eyes
they smelt like me
and your fingers touched like mine

you were exceptional
you were you were
more than phenomenal

breathe down everything i ever gave to you
with rusty canvas and charcoal beaten down
love spells

stuttering memories flood me
running running
breaking
I could wake up face
facing
the floor

while reading the last note you wrote for me left behind the closed door

soft ruins play through the hands of your silky palms
whats here now has now gone
nobody can come up with a definition to explain to me how exactly this could be wrong
even though I have actually seen it all along
from time to time I remember the bitter notion,
how you let me dip myself in that bitter potion
and theyre the ones left to deal with all the mingled distoration
poor they for they are the ones who helped antagonize the poor mice
how you let them roll their own dice , and never once did it
land on anything more than 4
left them there all ****** up and high
although they fed them all the plumbs they wanted
never the less they were daunted
mingling monstrosities venture into this cannabis along with the other creeps
and that too isnt even good anymore
audotioning to be the perfect everything we all fail every single time
until it comes to that one audition when that person says she is perfect she is the one
but I'm sorry audtionors judgers and the court but for now I'm done
done for I have weaved my own little special web
I make my own fiery bread
and I dance naked in public in the vast imagination in my head
your words and their cares are the last of the last of my concerns the ones that are meant not to exsist
folding into peice by peice slowly streaming myself down the walls of this euphoric abyss
I met this boy one time who had this little lisp
he sat close to me and explained a lot of things I didnt know
years years and more years later they in a way helped me grow
you might not be able to tell me happy birthday next year