Oh' if I could speak the language of his atraction

With a generosity of exchange in bounteous metaphors

Yes and let him be the quality of my oppression

For there is a torture about my words when put to voice

They search for plausible reasons as is such cannot be found

And yet I have a trouble governing my generous impulses

Oh' the inaudible corruption that is my mind, hoping, wishing

Begging for a prosperity of possibilities that will vanquish tears

That I with moral perspectives should  bind a mutuality between us

Invalidating my inadequacies thus find a resolution not in artiface

But in a charmed and beautiful way that shall be the essence of love

Without a prodigality of thought, but each for each, in solemnity of kiss

Once I broke my left foots ankle
snapped the tendons from the inside bone
Now I wear the burden shackle
life dampened, imprisoned by this supportless zone
The things I used to do cannot be done today
When I jump or run with unattention
the earth moves and I become the fallen one
Near the wheels of zero gravity
is the only likely remedy
Straps to boots super stiff
a way to ride my lifes riff
Happyness found in action
soft social atraction
from genuine interactions

Im happy that I can walk still
and that Im not terminally ill

we sit and listen to music
and i like you
but something just wont stick
every time i mention
a song you dont know
like you dont belong
is something wrong
cause i feel like there's a disconnect
and i dont want to neglect
the obvious attraction
but this really is
quite a distraction
can we make this work
based off ****** atraction
and moments of passion
or is this gonna end cause you dont like r&b
cause if you don't like r&b
how can you like me
when its inbedded in my soul

Vision of Love

They have memorial walls for fallen soldiers there needs to be a rock wall a memoral for lost
love with exquisite tranlucent paint take trebling hand pick up the brush let the inward brokeness

guide your brush strokes all that see her face will know the haunting pleasure that speaks bluntly
of imeasurable thoughts that were built from peace and it alone holds pathos are not tears and

hurts bound to the wall when you gave your all your eyes show the starry incomprinsible
knowing this was all of lifes searching bestowed in one human form it emits this emotional

content wave after wave indisoulble atraction that was binding in one but just a wisp of an echo
of feet departing that is potrayed and is plainly seen crestfallen heart does bleed on this outer

stone now the cracking lines separate but in doing so makes for a greater lasting whole it dosen’t
deminish her beauty fair only in this does glory flare in spite of erarthen decay life it tells in a

binding spell does aliveness know bounds stuctures that call all elements of life sea ward scapes
trees on mountan vistas the deepest sweetewst medows are aglow when I touched her arm that

once held me tight in embrace now the airy wind tells of it as just a mystery but oh to me it is the
cooing of the dove it was what I invested my all in love for a time it was reality living breathing

unspoken tenderness flowed sweet as wine a nector aged in the divine heart of promise and it
was mine now sweetest torture looks out on me from a rock wall if I were God I wouldd crush it

to powder and make her come to life only for me but who wants a slave with out will or thought
that’s not the materail or value of love it must be freely given by this device joy trully could pour

from rock and love spill on this dead broken life if it could only be so restoration from heaps of
tallied days longings with out end the chrushing continues this soul must live on recalections

a smile frozen in time a voice that was as cool as the dewy morn that called me to brightest day
where ever I go I am under her watchful eye the rocks are sure they are my peaceful cure for her
love that I lost by this know that true love never dies it just planitivly sighs over days and years