Oh that your hips lock to the crevice of my interchanging mute fragility
that I may become a part of your absoloute screaming
inclining infidelity
that I may wrap my cotton black sleeves around your wrists
and have you hum some old lullaby that your mother
use to sing to you when you were a child

mourning down at the pastel lake
where the waters scream its wonders and secrets
that hold something in the deeper side of you

I'm casting the debut of our lives on a pictionary mind
where thoughts interlude and transgress
every now and then and I am eluded by your watchful glare
into the raindrops that fall into my naturally black hair
I am subtle and hollow in your speech
calm and protective
on defending my own means
of living

oh there you are and I am blinded
all along
invisible with the cloack that I saw
hanging on the sides of your face

imaginary- beautiful , envision no pain
nor disgrace
wrapped in sheets of warm weather
and cool breeze
needless and the most needed
uneeded needs

my cheeks are red sunkissed by the shine
of everything surrounding me
completely bewildered knowing this is mine

bare I hold out all my caged animals
to seek your truth
hidden under gardens of possibility and crime
my mind
I see
is on the edge of extingtion
when drowning in all the different skin

I wake up early on sundays
from the sleep of dead
and open my chest to take and impignorate to all the precious
flowers that I will keep my eye on them

while I master the language
and you master the art of gaze

was i meant to love her?
allow all her secrets to seep
between my bones, kiss
my collarbone..run secrets
against my skin.

her eyes have shown
a flaming old soul
a sweet smile to have hid
where her mouth has been.
even when my thoughts
grow wary and  life
seems to caution me at
entrance,
to a heart made of shredded
moments and had darken over
with fear.

they say light attracts dark
and those who live
with all heart are betrayed
and yet i cant remember a face
but a soul. who never left ,
who stayed,
and a unrequited feeling

i have kissed many men
and still have not regain trust,
sensual and heavy handed
with secrets held caged.
Prisoned and slandered,
kissed and no standards.
How could you, grow a broken
soul?

her eyes had shown
a flaming soul; though
not ready for love.
i tuck my heart in, i draw
my bones in.
Bind up a heavy love, a heavy secret.
an unrequited angel
left alone and uneeded.

Take me back to the times where "people were smarter than machines..."
They were not "swayed or controled by them..."
as we then  "failed" to see as to why "being controled by them"
was just as "crazy as to question as to"  "why the notions" as to" "why humans are unable to fly?"
Invention brought us the "wheel", the "telephone," then to  the
first "Moonwalk" and "first man On the Moon...."
where he still had not used the future to blind his "out of touch"
"seeing eye?"
Into the future where inventions "killed" rather then they "Saved the world?"
Until World War iii Has beem left a "trial ajurned"
we shall be the "Public just sitting on our hands waiting to be burned..."

By a government who does not "see eye to eye?"
As the "blind stay such" and still ask questions "As to why"
things are remaining "The same?"
well at this
"quiet time of blundering,"
who "raises their voices to challenge" society's "wondering"
a whole "desperate" and "uneeded Mile..."
as to the "future" that this "One Eye'd Moon Man yet sees"
for us "in still motion"
He beams down warnings in the burnt in Values in "History's Blind Accidents"
Nobody noticed that "Lady Liberty's Back was Bent"
from being "broken" like "the invented misguided "arrows of some wars"

we fail to "stand up and defend" as to why we need "Better mending of our broken paths and future pavements" on "Congress Floors..."
Instead we overtrust those in leadership who "Tend to need to love life through closed view's doors."

As daylight marks the end of a long and insomniac night
I yawn to take in fresher air and to also breath out tensions
Of worries and uneeded doubts that freeze the once heated heart to fright.
Imagination brings my creative flame to a roaring nuclear blast
Releasing much burdened energies insanely stored within my core.
My pen flows with such releases as my brilliance ushers the loneliness and lack of confidence to another place and in my relaxed and cleared mind, I can start to explore.
Newer roads leading to more fresher and more exciting portions of my psychic that I had once burdened myself, uneededingly had gotten​, and was too blind to see this light.
Now, I feel the heat of my beating and creative passions flow through my soul until I spark to a brighter light through being the artistic..
Mind that is in awe..Relaxing with further breaths and taking in the beauty of the dawn of day..
I sink back into my chair
Without a word , from my concious and overthought arena of life, has tricked me to say.