The cut's too deep I'll not survive
so I'll keep spewing til i die

This ****** water tastes like wine
and all the drunkards come to dine

Their plates sit full upon my spine
the sustenance my very mind 

A feast for those who seek to bind
the souls that they can somehow blind

And I'm the host, it's come my time
to pour the life out of my vines

Their fork an axe, it draws the line
suspends the truth they cannot find

I close my eyes to hide the crime
the one they want is not inside

sweeping over, under
streams me into humble yearning me you me
cosmic accident renamed
in fullness found, an instant birth rebirth along excitement's wonderment

why is it that those lines you share exact
the very beat my being was before i knew it as it is?
those words are tender arrows
painful tips of beauty shone

these lips have given that eternal kiss before
your instep scent instilled from lung to spinal arch
roots can spiral chaos of this love for all
i care, there is no end to order forming you me you

a bright flame to crystallize in time, shatter lust beneath our nails

endless endless vibrant moan, i hear you once again
beneath the grass the union hums
a sameness of delight in sameness seeded by another unknown love
when perhaps we were of other forms
and spiraled in a sun akin to throbbing star remembered there

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                                 Even if the storm does cease, And in
                            your heart there lies in rapture, hope
                that next time with strength increase, we
             take torrential rains and winds disaster, live
                      to cast them off our hearts crusade, without
                       eyes wide open don't see the shore, the fear
in infinity infinities of unexplored ocean evade, of
                              who to trust I know no more. limitation.

Eyes closed.
Breathing in through my nose
and breathing out through my nose.
My mouth is closed...
Listening with my ears.

Heart opened.
Mind wandering freely
as the sounds dance with my soul,
the feathers have been plucked from my skin, revealing tiny bumps.
I feel that time has ceased to continue.

The reality that words do not fully captivate it;
It is in that reality that we feel complete happiness.

There is something sweet about falling in love.
It is probably the way that you looked at me for the first time
And the way you kept staring into my eyes as I told stories.

There is something sweet about falling out.
It is probably the way that I turned away from you with tears in my eyes
And the way I kept walking.