When words become ablation
And hands are merely frame,
I stand in hesitation
Avoiding vapid flame.
With lack of motivation
I stride with grueling step
To **** sordid crustaceans
Consuming my own head.

i locked my heart in a safe and
i left it at an unknown perch
for the universe to devour and when
i went to retrieve it i found
it half full,
and so it remained. but
as i grew
and smiled
and tremored
and lived,
i found my half-filled heart
full.  
i do not know the time and
i do not know the place
but i know my mind and that is all
that really matters.
as i lay masked in a vulnerable darkness i
feel a lightness in my chest because
no longer do i cloak myself in darkness, i
merely embrace it, and
i merely conquer myself.
my hair falls how it pleases and my
face wrinkles as i live as i please
and i find melodies in his words and
the earth and the trees and i
feel this life is meant to be as he paints
circles in my palms that constitute
certainty.
i feel so much and i see so much
and i write
so much
when the world goes
dark..

drown me in
the ways I wished to feel
for so very long.
drown me with lyrics
and cadenced melodies to
strange love songs that
so simply define us.
drown me with the thoughts in your
head; pour them out into my head,
and dowse me in the way
you feel about the universe,
and immerse me in a sea of every feeling you
have felt, and describe to me why
you are how you are because that is
all you really know. and all I know is that I
am here, and my fear of drowning is slim
to none because I
am
drowning
in
you

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

In sullen stride of affirmation,
I felt no dream of destination;
But in drowning deceit of sick starvation,
I sighed in hopes of constellations.
In worlds between of deprivation,
I surrendered my frame to degradation.
Out of full eyed, absent minded generations
Came my continuous reformation.

I feel as if I'm going insane,
Yet do nothing to hinder
mind's many reigns.
Perhaps the stars shone
One star to bright,
To belittle the sun
Made it shudder in fright.
Concocted whims
And wants never achieved,
Trickery of myself
Left my mind deceived.
In lost I suppose
We are most often not found,
But meandering feet
Crave solid ground.