I’ve been swimming in a mucky puddle with my mouth open wide.
The soiled water keeps rushing in.
I place my hands over my face to reflect the downpour but it still continues to breach my blockade.
I’m so exhausted, I’m pinned, I’m fully expended.
I accept it because my legs are too weak to stand and my arms are too numb from opposing.
Thoughts cross my mind of ambitious attempts of freedom but my eyes are too hazy to see the light.
I fall weightlessly to the solid ground.
Hollowed or rather expired from my dissolved resolve.
I’m withering in the bright of summer.

I wanted to expand my art.
I thought of many ways of how you make me feel, many images populated inside of my head.
I thought of how I could write this into words but a painting or drawing would be better.
How could I describe when you entered my life?
I thought of love and happiness.
I thought of the sweet smell of clean fresh air entering my nostrils.
A cup of hot Ethiopian coffee paired with the morning sunshine.
I thought of many things but I wasn’t happy when I met you.
I was the graphic of blue.
Blue like the deepness of the night.
Blue like the absence of light.
I was utterly blue so sorry but this is my imagination of you…
The golden hand with a picture with red hot liquid pouring into a deceased blue heart. This is your meaning.
A human capable of revival.
So with the love that I received from you, I offer it all and more back to you.
I love you.

Plugged into your circuit board,
Nerves dancing,
Attached at the umbilical chord,
Push passing the cynical void,
The limiting moist,
The visiting noise,
Eclipse in the moment,
Insist on the phloem,
A prolific opening,
Resisting is coating,
The heart of a sonnet,
Dismisses the concept,
One...Two...Three...the inevitable poison,
Runs through my face,
Through my veins,
Your lips are laced,
Tainted with nectar,
Painted lectures of love,
A sensual objection from above,
From around, beyond, engaged,
I no longer am myself,
I am of two,
You aren’t you,
Because you and I are but one token,
A motion of tranquility,
Phasing through,
Fading blue,
With a sense of red,
Breathing in exile,
Conducting with abundance,
We are an inseparable crate,
A speck of pleasantry,
in infinite space.

Sing me a sweet little song,
So I may run along in the grasslands.
Play a banjo, so I may tango on the web I’ve been stringed upon.
I want it to be tasteful, pacing myself to watch the corners of life as my peers zoom to the ending.
Cause I rather count the days than years so I may witness it all.
I want to see the bees land on their runways and birds chirp on Sundays.
Days turn to nights and roosters and owls preach of their good mornings.
Walking on the path with no intention of getting to anything.
I’m committed to forever cause there’s no reminiscing in the end.
Everyday I’m one because the clock resets and time begins.

I am locked in with binary codes.
I am told to act appropriately and wear these clothes.
A future development of the system that spoils the fruit that grows.
That leaves the truth untold.
So I ask this question, do you stand with the mass or do you find yourself searching for that deep dark rabbit hole?

I looked into various eyes and I’ve never seen a sparkle that shine so bright that brings a new day to the evening of mankind.
Breathing a new chemical that is an enigma to the human mind.
Perceiving and defeating the way we were taught to fight...for what’s mine, when I’m yours, piercing through the hurt of this looping curse of a life that seems to come with endless strife.
But when you stepped by my side, I felt something ignite inside like a flash of lightning hitting the churning tide, ripping the earth and stripping it of it’s futile pride.
A timeless game we play, chasing the wind that’s behind our face but you’ve stirred the wind to maintain its pace so we may say our grace and enjoy this moment like a whimsical child.

I’ve spoken my truth but the melody you hear is never so smooth.
Crackling of the glass, shattering of the base beneath your feet.
I’ve stepped back and you’ve retreated back towards your heart.
You’ve cut the thread.
Red silk linen torn into minute shreds.
Red pigments contaminated with bitter lead.
Lacerations paint me dark cause I gave you space to focus my love for you but you perceived it as it wasn’t strong enough to hold on to you.

Last night I walked through another dimension in my mind.
I woke up with a knot on the tip of my head.
Reminding me that I am not strong but my weakness is powerful because while I am fragile, I am malleable to my own cause.
I will swerve, I will turn, I will stand tall against the odds.
Because in moments of being broken, you’re open to a new you. A new you that’s meaningful to the old you you blew through.

It is not wrong to love someone endlessly.
To shatter in the thought of the loss of that person.
Cowering in fear of that person departing is a very natural reaction to have.
Loving myself hasn’t been enough for me.
I love her.
I think that is a courageous act to know that you love someone so much that if you were to lose them, it’s imminent that you would crumble.
I enjoy the thought of that.
I enjoy being in absolute love.

I choose to be incorrect in this moment.
To lay in bed with my sins.
To unveil the red bottle of champagne that has been fermenting on the counter hidden in the locked away room.
I choose to fall in love with your silky brown buttered eyes.
Your cinnabar coated lips.
Your cream flavored skin.
To sing along to the crescendo of your thighs.
To ride the waves of disaster to the burning of my home.
Reconstruction is not present in my mind.
I’ll keep igniting as long as these feelings don’t subside.

There’s a definition for love that I don’t quite understand but I’ll try my best to comprehend this feeling when I’m holding your hand.
Our fingers intertwined is the combination of our emotions like the yin and yang sign.
These brief intermissions between my heart that skippeth announces the moments of me living.
I giveth unto you, permission to do with my affections as you would like.
And if you hurt me, that guarantees that I felt something.
I melted like a molten lava streaming down the ***** of a volcano.
Spiraling like a red tornado.
I will never forget the meaning, because you are my muse.