internet ****
and the way it inflicts
you with fingers grazed of violent liquid
of haunting maniac devilish eyes
with wrinkles seeped into their skin
and the prey who is barely eight
who has a future that may be bright
and your hidden manhood
and the tight rope which pulls me
in
and the way the eight year old seeks reassurance
and love.

Who is it
but my fault?
and the prey who seeks more
horrific imagery  
the bottoms of humanity
who seeks the horrors hidden deep
internet ****

Lips ablaze,
Eyes wide.
She was hers, only hers.
As if gentle strokes
By a perfectly constructed brush
had painted her very being.
Her lips were pouted,
Pink
And pretty.
Her skin a milky white
Without a trace of flaw.
Her eyes, like the night sky
Shined at her
With a mix of purity and curiosity.
Pant like breaths made their way out.
She could feel her love

In her mind,
She was painted in a tub
Filled with crystal clear water,
dead roses afloat.
The roses would encircle her body, complimenting
Every curve
Every edge
To then rest
in her dark hair.
She looks so beautiful resting
peacefully
As the fluttering of her eyelash
comes to a halt.

n.b.

There comes a time
Where you wake up
And see
Whats reality
And whats a dream
And you feel The Glass Wall
Beneath your fingertips
Completely surrounded
Divided,
Helpless,
Unguided.
Searching for a way out,
a crack in the wall.
But Darling,
The Glass Wall
Only lies within yourself

n.b

have you ever tasted cherries on warm summer nights?
the cherries that sparkle when you bite,
that drip down your lips
melting with the slick of your tongue.
cherries,
high up the trees, unattainable, beautiful.
cherries
that for a moment relieve you of your deityless existence.
I ,too , have met someone
unattainable, beautiful, high up in the trees
a dancer
with subtle glances at her own posture
as she pursues her lip
and tips her feet forward
as she moves to the beat
of life
her breath tucked in
making sure that every muscle is
attentive
her nerves singing and
her gaze
oh the gaze of someone of lustrous
cherries
held tightly to yours never letting go
oh those twisted violets
like the deepest of blue
waters
unattainable far away
in a distant land the darks of
iceland
the rocks that perk up high mountains
that rise up to the skies and tell you
no
the stormy winter nights that hodl tightly on
and never let go and
her that sits barely glancing your way as you conjure up memories and
imaginations of her of stormy days
of the clouds that waver over your face
that do not let you go.
She is all that she is intense.
She is mystical
out of this world
not one to know not one to be whispered to, beauty she is.
aphrodites daughter.
Even if she is unknown to you
the world knows of her. For she screams
she screams and is grabbed the attention of
7 billion. she is
a haunting memory.
The touch of a spell that binds you into
horror filled
trenchuous nightmares.
And when He
holds her it crushes your very being
you cannot breathe cannot see cannot be
you are all hers
you are devoted
you have become the very essence of Her
You cannot seem to look away.
She exists ingrained into your eyes
as you close them
in your dreams enchanted
into your heart
she is the mystical of the world
the fairy tales told by generations
of generations,
my love.
whom i devote so strongly to
whos cherry picked stares
fumble up into a
no.
I am a meer mortal in her presence
not one able to make her smile
trying to get an ounce of her attention
of her anything,
her everything
Please be mine
please be mine
please be mine
          you chant
But you know He is there.
The **** the wilderness wolf, cheating abyss. He has done her wrong but
she does not see her as she dances the gentle way she moves
black swan
blue dozens
the galaxies
containing the answers we have seeked
she does not look at you
you are invisible
but
He does not see Her for who she is
a painting
a beauty
out of this world
she is not mine.

inconsolable mind
i lay, solemnly devoted to you
your gaze, your stare
your lips
sweet cupid bows of
pink womanhood

head back, hands tugging at
strings of hair
screams of euphoria
an exotic dance
chantings of unknown languages
tears from your eyes,
your back,
the dips and the curves
the nooks of your body.
paintings of red,
of blue, of yellow and of green.
scars from dipped nails,
carvings of Michelangelo.
infinity in your stare,
bringing me to my knees, toes curled.
you say my name
once, twice, hundreds of times.
we are wedded  
in this queer night

Lover dear
Why do your eyes look at me
And not despise what it is you see
Why do your gentle touches
******* alive
And create fire
So large
I cannot
Breathe
And why does your giggle
Echo throughout the chambers
Of my heart and brain
You
You who has become paintings
Tattooed onto my brain
Thoughts so rapid,
Words I cannot understand
Oh, how hopeless I am
Why, lover dear,
Are you not in my hands?

As I lie here bleeding.
I think to myself
what could have been?
I think about the wonders of the world
the shining stars
the ice that breaks with a gentle blade at the ends of a shoe
A dance.
Oh, my darling
How I go mad sometimes
How I go mad when you’re not here to patch me right back up
I wonder about the days when we were together.
Half a person
As what am I with the most vital part of me dying.
Wine red.
How you hated wine.
Despised it
Would you hate me now, darling?
The way you’d look at me
Like I was the most important thing on the planet.
Don’t hate me now darling.