i want the feeling
the press and the weight and the grip and the fingernails;
the hair and the burn, the neck and the throat;
the gaze and the tears, the lips, the mouth, the spit
the tongue and the teeth (the fangs
and the bite);
the kiss and the lick, the grinding, the pushing and the
circles of the hips,
the fat of the thighs and the brush of the ankles;
i want the liquid and the hard, the sticky and the sore,
the pain and the sting and the ecstasy of the pleasure;
i want the eye rolls and the sighs and
the gasps and the moans and the screams and the whispers;
i want the banging of the bones and the rubbing of the skin,
the crashing of the waves, the rumble of the storm and the
hissing of the breeze.
i want to meld the two of us together until we become a thousand,
and to never cease sipping on this wine of heedless madness
that we blindly drown in.

Protest peacefully
Screaming violence
Never taken serious

Wind blown clouds in sky
Tear filled rain drops feed maple trees
Leaves die feeding ground

Clouds cover sunshine
Hidden beauty awaits
Flowers deep in the ground

Love is Square
it is equal in each corner

Jealously is Triangle
sharp in every edge

Longing is Round
endless

Dare I enter this darkness once again
listen to whispers of the dead
taste the tears that drip unknown
into hell's rage
**** this blight
this cancer of the human soul
to which I return unconsciously
unwittingly
pathetically unflinching
what evil did I inflict in a past life
that has sentenced me to this eternal nightmare
what spirit invades my thoughts
and pulls me deep
into this place of damnation,
my soul captivated by the fires of Ork
my heart blinded to the wonders of light

Vast, this snowy land
still and deep the quiet country
cold the cloudy fog we breathe
gasping winds that rise and break the silence
along a fence line, slowly disappearing
how small the trees and distant hills that fade like smoke
and loom the clouds like ghosts, blooming madly white - the sky
if in winter we should meet deep along some snowy height
gazing as the grey and whites fade swiftly into night
some evening silently await the moon, void of words to speak
with great Peace - to breathe beneath the great north star that shines

I'm afraid I'm like the ocean
Always moving, changing
Never to be held in ones hands