Another year furls its petals, bedecking the world in orange and red and yellow.

The fresh apples picked and pressed,
the cider scent wafts up,
spectral cinnamon scents this season.

It is futile to delay summers parting,
Even now the kisses at dawn are cooler
The rays less direct the days growing shorter.

But it is a time of sustenance,
Gathered in labors, sustaining stores.
This season of togetherness,
Distinct flavors of allspice and nutmeg,
Pumpkin and sweet potato.
Feast and celebration.

As the living world recedes into the long sleep
I try to forget the hardships endured,
And dwell in the replay of your masterpiece day.
I compared you to various poets,
You laughed demurely,
I did not know how amazing, and precious
You were back then,
Green shoots still grew in my garden.
As autumn approaches absolute dominance
I think of the spring I fell deeply in love with you,
Your charms rained down on everything you touched
And then the sky cracked, and we fled together,
But the diligent one,
The one who knows treachery as the interior of her eyelid
Is tattooed with every manner of trickery,
She is magnificent in her cruelty,
A beautiful creature in her own right,
But a miserable wretch compared to you.
She wanted me, and she ripped me from your hands,
Like when she will rip you from my hands,
And so on until she has what she really wants.
You do not deserve such things.
You deserve more than this universe can provide,
Yet you ask, oh so much less.
Knowing that you will leave me
Is the falling of bright colored leaves.
Five shades of red, three shades of orange,
Mixed and blended yellows,
Exquisite multicolored rain.
My autumn has arrived.

Sedentary currents curl around me,
A cold cloak, of autumn air.
Bare and prone,
I moan in the chilled chamber.

I reach out with my voice,
Sending shouts stumbling down the corridors,
Pleas bracing themselves on the jagged walls.
For a blanket or a warm body, I beg blindly.

A man devoid,
Of charms worthy of mention
Need not grasp hope,
When all he is destined is sorrow.

There are so many others,
Better in every way, fulfilled,
While I waste away.
Never deemed worthy of respect.

Why are my lips never first,
Always the dregs dug up, and laughingly displayed,
To show my low status,
My insignificance and lack of talent.

I just want
A blanket
And
A warm body beside me.

Lightly colored with painted kisses, humming harmonious hymns:
The vital branches of our tree, such strength, unblighted!
Your charity sustains me, the manna of my muse,
Do you feel my fingertips as they glide across your cheek,
My palm on your chin, your eyes upturned they settle and seize my attention.

Stay not your caress, though in between us there may be a veil.
Serpents in the short grass will not strike you as you pass,
I've paid them for your safe passage, come to me, I crave only your touch.

Here, let us only touch each other,
No more is needed now, but skin, and silence,
Let the wind carry away all pains and past sorrows.
With your touch my agonies dissolve
like a sweet treat in a moist mouth.

With confidence I shrug off past limitations,
Celebrations are even now being held in the core of my being.
Your smiling spirit sends sympathetic vibrations when I am away.

Restored are the comforts of past days,
Eiderdown and slow burning sage,
Before I knew your words were ever for me
I fell deeply in love with your melodies.

If I could, in my deepest passion prove the power of your touch
It would mean so much if you could  understand.
Like an assembled host of mighty magicians focused in concert
Your hands work epic miracles, of soothing and creation.

In the course of my rambles
I have stumbled
On sigils and symbols
That have granted me a second sight
And from you I see waves of light,
In mingled colours sharply detailed patterns
Of magnificent artistry,
An aura of delightful pageantry
That reveals your unparraleled self to me.

Entrusted with the formula for happiness,
I share this willingly with the hope you'll see,
All I need to wake each day,
is the nearest hope that we shall spend a moment together,
So in touching, we may impart the many words left unsaid,
The truths that would shatter our lips should we utter them.

Is it true
what you said,
in the grip of the plague?
That you would love me and my broken musicbox.
I said the worst thing I could, to save you from pain...
Oh the pain it must have
caused,

Accusations,
allegations of my limitations,
I know something in you
still feels my wet tears on your hand.
Twice from the chasm edge you recalled me.
Now I wonder,
if there is a miracle left in the bag of light.

Didn't I bring a sparkle to your laugh
in the days before I tasted poisoned honey.
I built collages for what I thought was you.
I see the weariness in your words,
shake me from this world.

Once,
you made me smile through agony,
when I fell from the greatest height.
Now,
the very thought of your smile,
drives a thousand pins into my head.
Tomorrow,
another piece of me will be missing,
never to be recovered, permanant loss.

There is am imaginary wall between love and hate,
The escalation of emotion a constant in the world.
Knocking politely at your silver gilded gate,
I wait in patient reverence, until your flower unfurls.

In reality it is only our belief that makes us see  
The two as different independent entities.
Both are primal predators prowling cerebral seas,
Each is the truth of the wildly twirling galaxies.

What I have done right will always cure my wrongs,
Take this token: flaming oil of my soul, to bring you light.
With you life never feels like a futile fight,
I will give you the melody, and the harmony of my songs.

I have been burned to white ash and black cinders, but I am still whole.
We parted, in the spring and summer. Autumn leaves fall, out of control.

You,
Lone being
Of enduring kindness,
Your tiny hand touching me tenderly,
Even in the bleakest times.
Dragging me out of the darkness
Even as I continually crawled toward it.
The tortures inflicted,
both blindly and unintentionally
And with premeditation and surety
Should surely not have befallen one so gorgeous of spirit.
It seems now you have lost your faith in me,
As I have failed to fulfill a slew of promises.
But, you do not understand where I stand,
How my hands are shackled
Fettered to the spot,
When we dwelled together
Hell rained down until our hearts were parted.
I do not wish for the intensity of my vile
To drizzle and stain, and burn and brand you.
You are far too precious to me to allow the chance of that.
But, seeing you burn my page from your diary,
Finally and emphatically denouncing me,
I am torn down like a *****, ******.
I love you with devout intensity,
And watching you suffer at our separation
It equalled the potential pain of my tint tainting you.
So what am I to do now, kind one?
My smile only masks the agony so long.
Sweet one, whose kiss lasted longest,
Which sadly meant, there were fewer of them.
The clever saboteur will always sabotage us.
The angry cannoneer will always barrage us.
I don't want you to endure such things.
But NEVER stop believing I Love you!
Whatever you see occur,
Never forget this.

We are on this limb together.
Hold onto me and I will never let you fall,
we can sit and sing together,
if love surging between us is not enough
then we were doomed from the start.
It can happen in the flicker of a hummingbird's wing.
We keep complaining about the stage,
but it is the players that run the show.
We will never quit wondering what might have been,
but the sun shines just as bright now, as it did in the past,
only now it can shine twice as bright, in our future
together.


-I want you to sing, and listen, as the secrets of sustained satisfaction, surge from our mouths
into each others ears.
I want to swallow your brains.
I want to laugh and level a building.
I want to pull you towards me,
I do not want to stop, do not want me to stop, I do not want you to stop.

What returns we will recieve,
if we invest our intellect in concert.

I shall always remember why I stayed.
Crawled through every one of these ditches
just to climb back up and find you there,
together we weaved safety from the meteor shower!

Why would any one want to stop?
Stay here.
I will tell you what I know, you know you want to know, tell me what you know.

No one shall prevent you from loving me.
Let us beat reality into submission, until it turns into our dreams,
Why turn back the clocks, when all of the elements of our hapiness exist still.
Let'***** play, and stop skipping back and forth,
we are the players, it is our stage!

Digging through your tangles
I see how shallow my roots are.
Who crafted this button,
As if for me...
Random,
I question this...
Why are their so few of us,
And what constitutes acceptance into this cult?
How did I get in, was it just that I didn't leave?
Random,
Like the swell of fresh faces each evening,
However much vitriol or saccharine needed to be purged,
It takes a poet to write well.
It takes a mad man to wish to write each day.
It takes a mad poet to write well each day,
I guess you could say
There is a no sane poets clause.
Random,
Thoughts sparked thoughts,
Yet, not random,
All interconnected.
I couldn't find the bottom of this place if I tried...
My roots are far too shallow.

You travel between disparate realms
desperate knights, with splintered shield
and cracked helm, black rose on their white backs.

Such void, from which universes are created,
where normality is clay, and plasticity.
Granting merit to my thefts
Your ink spills in torrents,
rapidly alternating colors.
But my black and white photos
they are beautiful too!

I never have known boredom
as a man in my own home,
such is my inability to understand
how you flit and zip,
I only have two hands and two lips,
to try and transform a gift,
from the norm, while a storm sleeps
beneath every syllable.

Countless bodies, devoid of mind
until swooping in they come,
it is not enough that I possess true feelings.

It must be the purity within my tainted stanzas
that counteracts the inadequacy of the volume.
Or some subliminal, or sublingual amplifying agent
or reality distortion involved,
which brings shapeshifting angels
gliding by, leaving tokens of bone carvings,
and charcoal drawings of what I choose to hide,
but simply cannot.

The mountains are silent
serene
solid in their poise.
Birds laugh in the branches
over those living each day
spirits borrowed
at the prelude to all creation.

Take heart,
love will hold us together
uprooting discontent from the soil of our dreams,
a diligent gardener
devoted to maintaining all
which is beautiful,
all that is ugly
yet magnificent.

And

We with tangled souls
are deemed the unlucky ones,
who've arrived at the revelation
of our own insignifcance
in the greater scheme.
This unknown plan
(This is but the beggining)
(a cosmic comedy).

In the afterbirth of your re-emergence
You are cleansed and pure
but this is not the cause
of this unending cycle.
Hope exists inside you
a lighthouse of levity
no force can deconstruct.
It is part of your humanity,
much in the same way
you are a part of me
and
I
You.

In the depths of my dark side
Their is another me that worships you.
Mad priest, in black and ****** robes
Devotee of ****** satisfaction
Legate of the armies of conquest of the flesh.
This touch will paralyze your will,
If applied inside, you will see soon you,
Slowly you slip down in surrender,
And render yourself unto me,
So I can see how long I can hold my breath
Between your thighs, inhaling the perfume of you,
Unwilling to exhale.
Sacrifices are made to your majesty
In the temple of your body,
On the alter of your creations
The black and white blood is spilt from my soul,
I lose all control, in a head on collision
Of ****** perversions,
Limitless position and orifice combinations,
My balance overthrow in a coup of your moans
I descend into your dark side,
And liberate the screams hidden inside you.
Saliva slick lips spread spit, that mixes with sweat
Muscles taught, working in time with each motion,
Each withdrawal and insertion,
Tender ***** throbbing, pulsing, clenching,
Moving at multiple angles,
pressing the right buttons,
To start the crescendo,
Of scratching, maddening ******
In the presence of a hoard of revelers
Sharing *** with strange people
On a strange stage.
Your bust displayed,
And ten thousand fanatics slit their own throats
In tribute to your infinite ways
Of delivering pleasures through the pleasures I wish to deliver unto you
Incessantly.
Unlocking chakra with tantric secrets uncovered
In the forbidden texts of ****** servitude to you.
I would service you endlessly,
With fanatic glee, but that me I set free to purge my desire,
Fades away an is replaced with the bland, but no less passionate
Love I feel for you.

Fingers interlaced,
Lips chained together,
Bodies bound
In a tangle of limbs.
Back from the future,
Face to face with the past,
Present tense exists and lasts.
You stop all the clocks with your stare,
I look into your eyes, and see eternity there.
I know that this need will never end,
We can see around the bend.
The time I spend with you is
Timeless.

White rain streaks across the black rocks,
A soft palm wipes the hair from out of your eyes;
Red light immolates the room,
We are fun house mirror reflections of each other.
Unlikely, but undoubtedly, compatible.
The weight is released, and I place the laurel of muse, upon your head.
Driven like shadows, across the surface of the day,
We move in tandem with the light, but are not of it.
But, the warm caress of your affection,
It is a light, in and of itself.
The morning breeze is laughing
in your eyes I see a field of shattered suns,
Bursting forth in their brilliance.
The maddening illusion of calm is broken,
By the raging fever laboring inside me.
Engulfing my will, and burning my resistance to the ground,
Until every canvas that I capture, and claim in your name,
Bears an Image of you, and me just the same.

The greatest part of me, is wherever memories of you are stored.
When I hold you against me, all sound dissipates,
overwhelmed by the simple beauty of your breathing.
In time all wounds I bear shall heal, in your care the deepest cut fades.
You have filled the void inside me, and now there is nothing I cannot do.
I have burned my bitterness, and buried the ashes, with your assistance.
I wish I could seal my lips in a locket, so you would never be without my kiss.
Your smooth, soft hands caress me across untold distances.
As rough as I can be, your gentle touch melts the frozen monster inside me.
I know it must show, in the glow of my skin,
the vitality within me, it is your doing.
I awaken in the night, with an aching craving,
and I savor your image, with my mind's eye.
The woman that I love, has finally came to me.
All my strength, I swear upon her beauty.
I have been saved, from abyssmal despair,
embraced in the open air, I now breathe clear,
all because,
I have found the woman I love.

You are all I feel,
You parade through my thoughts.
Such wonders I've found, in the gallery of you.
A dedication of a thousand candles,
Lit before an effigy of your intellect.
I have parted the clouds with your memory,
And found the sun
Does not bear a fraction of your radiance.
All the light that has been since the beginning
Pales in comparison to a single drop of your beauty.
Moving through my life, as a rolling symphony,
A song of love, you are the music of my dreams.
Please, let us continue down this road together.
You can feel my words before I speak them.
With you, I can be speechless, and still be heard.
Let me place these lips upon your hand,
Seal my fealty, with this kiss, so you understand,
It is your symbol emblazoned on my breastplate,
For I am in service to you, I am your Knight errant,
And each time I return from my journey,
All the spoils I have claimed, I place before you,
So that while I am gone, you shall dwell in the luxury of my memory,
Of you.

Bright as the light that cleaves through the night
In the evening's fading firey field,
You come to me, with a hawks grace.
Glimmering, august angel.
For you, I gild my tongue,
so my words may shine, though I fear,
not nearly as bright, as the glow,
of your unfettered majesty.

Were I not already unclothed
I would tear through each article,
so as to expose to you,
that which you may claim, and partake.
With a pulsing pleasure, for each dazzling deed
In the most sprightly shower of starlight,
I wait for you to make your claim.

Uncloak here before me
remove that golden robe,
and reveal your glory, before these eyes
Neither slave or mistress should you be,
As the lions who have fought to a standstill,
concede, let us proceed in blessed equality.
And bed in the short cut grass, beneath the linden.

You, whose mouth is a temple,
With seven seals of satisfaction, concealed inside.
Stay with me, while I am floating in this hope.
Like a songbird released from captivity,
I wish that I could pour your praises from my lips,
Till my tongue is worn and weary...
and the light no longer lingers,
in the lantern of my eyes.

Into the bubbling blue bath of my bliss
my body breaks free of all bounds;
enchanted melodies cavort across my tongue,
unchained continents of merriment.
Shooting stars; cool satisfaction coats me completely.
I have lost all curiosity for torture technique,
while this melody bounces across the cosmos.
My imperfect lovely: Perfectly fractured,
all my shattered pieces fit your holes,
and even now, I glue pieces of you into the slots they fit.

A singular petal glistening with dew,
Deep crimsom; long stemmed tulip.
Black eyes, its stamen. Shedded insight,
I lowered my body before you, as offering.
How will you devour this dream of desire?
It is a feast to be consumed, in small bites,
and copious servings of seconds.
Do not allow this flower to fade,
it may save you from yourself.

Blessings bestowed before bedtime
often fade away by dawn,
give thanks for the present,
draw strength from the past,
take heart, what is meant to be
will always last...
in the end.

I stand
In the morning.

The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.

I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.

Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.

The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.

Such suffering I have sown,
But I accept my portion,
What then is there to do.
All the blame cannot be my own
Alone.
If in the flaming depths of Tartarus there is a searing pool
It is there I shall dive, for I have fallen beneath the zenith,
I dip beneath the clouds, soon to shatter on the earth.
Likely that my plea for clemency will fail,
I cannot be held accountable for so blindly fumbling into the deceptions,
When no lens has been provided for me,
I was greeted first with insult,
Then recognized for my wit, and patience,
But low, I never parted the veil.
Justifications are for the guilty,
I cannot justify my nature.
Nor can I say why a scale tips back and forth
With equal weights, on each side,
Only to settle askew,
Again and again.
If there is enough love in this shallow heart,
This cheap vessel of hollow virtue.
I will burn it in the embers of my failing passion,
So as maybe, to brighten the eyes of another,
Whose gaze is less grey than mine.

The worst thing that could happen to me
Would be to forget you,
to bury this love,
and stamp down the earth upon it.
I find it impossible to let go,
because, right now
you mean far too much to me,
and I to you.
Such feelings cannot be replaced
They can soothe the ache of a wounded spirit,
My fingers gain vigor,
My arms potent strength,
When it is you, that I hold,
I am the Atlas of our love.

Greetings, joy, my fleeting friend.
I can speak your language if you want to.

Concrete emotions
And casual glances
Leave me fulfilled, in this green chamber.

I must remain
This is the only world I wish to know.
To feel everything,  
To feel such warmth.

Pleasure:
so difficult
To deny
I will stay here in this place
And cultivate relief.
Sand painted flowers,
And hand carved birdhouses,
Flowers for your hair,
And the birdhouses...
For the birds of course.
So they may sing you asleep,
When my voice fails me.

No sirens are heard the morning is still,
Hope awakens, a vibrant animal
It was never dead, only hiding.
Modern individuals, can reveal
The root of their plight, let old wounds heal
Daughters, allowed to make their own decisions,
Mothers, remembered for loving care,
Fathers, passing wisdom to their children,
The hibernation of falsehood.
But what of those who never found these things?
To them we must give our fullest kindness,
We all were children once, and we all deserve love.
With forgiveness, justice, and harmony.
Let no further judgements be passed,
Let lovers rejoice,
Let shots ring out in celebration
Not as signals of termination.
These cycles never end,
But what festered yesterday,
Today can be healed.
Let lovers lie together in bliss,
Absorbed in communion of affections,
On this day let us heal each other,
As we heal our world,
One individual at a time.

Every day I curse my words,
words to chain me down,
words to drive my soul back down into stone caverns,
words to conceal me.

Dense, jagged, horrific.

But today I found your screaming mouth print on my mirror,
and outspoken hand prints on the shower curtain,
and I swear I lost my heart,
Dull and silent, behind the eyes of my faults.
And you said hello.

Every day I curse, that you ignore {me}.

Tomorrow I won't have to.

You slash a wound that is closed.
Reveal what others conceal.
My coal smashed to diamonds.
When I left Richmond, I ran so quickly.

My shallow heart, and sun deprived skin,
is floating away, like dandelion fluff.
Goodbye blue skies... ...unjust... ...evaporate.
Believe his truths... believe what he says...

The prequel of hello, is recognition with the eyes.
Unmapped highways, and hopeful questing.

Scalpel, scalpel, scalpel...

I despise the way the steel sounds.

He tried to swallow your lies;
Moist mouthed in the end,
He choked and died;
Lies trickling from his lips.

At no time in my deranged youth
Did I ever grasp the full breadth of the truth.
A living death is sown by us alone,
In a paradox of pestilence
We are our own entropy.
From a rancid repellent abyss
I have climbed forth,
Cloaked in your memory
I storm forward, knowing that I shall not falter
There upon the alter of life's trials
I found a token of acceptance, a funerary charm.
From the dust of a bygone age I will mark my place.
Your hand grips like the talon of an eagle,
I found salvation in your touch and cellular synthesis in your stare.
Now months past the playful begginings, now,
I find your skin particles still cling to me,
Magnetized, electric connections, remind me of our bonds.
Though ******* so perfect, would make slaves of nations
Swayed beneath the legions of laughter marching forth from your mouth.
I cannot crucify your image, though I martyr myself in your name,
In the depths of my shame, your gentle presence remained,
A mirror to the pain, a white blouse stitched, lightly parted lips,
Bring back that ethereal face for one day,
It helped me to battle, and brave the night,
The fight I fought, was for your touch alone.
Now you touch me with different hands,
You choose how you touch, I take what I can get.
It is the meaning behind the caress that abolishes my regrets.

You are the light
streaming through the wings of a Phengaris Arion, butterfly.
The real blue a divergence
from the brilliant hybrid lanterns,
your radiant eyes.
I walked in reckless,
The slash the superheated steel,
ate the sea and drank the sky, died, and flew.
From the outside I came to you,
a reflection, you, yourself,
pineapple slices on banana leaf.
Curtain the day, let the glass go dark,
place the mattress on the lawn,
spawn nightmares in the street,
revel in an autumn rain, the dull dark white,
the blazing black awaiting dawn.
Your beauty is a tempest or swirling currents,
that caress all the senses, for it lies not only before the eye,
but in the content of action and creation, the heart in your endeavors.
Forget the insincere frauds and sharks scenting sorrow,
and feeding on misery in a frenzy.
We together can blunt the teeth of the shark with our joy.
Rose pink and fuchsia, euphoric light.
The Creature from the Black Lagoon on a drive in big screen,
black and white in the night. The air is scented electric.
Bright waters ripple in the spaces between us.

He glides across the cold asphalt
this man of indeterminate age,
Hair tinged gray, eyes to match.
Singing and grooving to the music
Of the celestial spheres heard clear as mountain waters.
Collapse into his manhood
He is not like the other men,
a beer and a historical allegory,
He will guide you to a lumberyard,
where he'll record our voice, and photograph your mouth.
Paint the walls passion red, greed green, purest aqua.

When he enters, and the portcullis opens,
Ringing of a bell, there will be noise.
You will open fifteen portals, and swim with your senses.
Outside, an intermittent, pindrop noise and Cold waters, that taste of honey.
the release ... of a night sky of solar energy,
White, red, yellow, and blue lights blazing.
He'll follow the cloth to the seam and memorize each stitch of your skin,
Bend your strings until two hundred silk pillows shower down,
Two bodies buried beneath breathing only each other.

"It is not strange to me that we are together now,
at this new beginning this, this white sand beach,
These eclipse black rocks, the sea breaking white foam on the shore."

You show me how two can be two,
And love as one, without sacrificing either one.
The pathways I couldn't identify.
Misunderstood in your thorny throne.
You showed me us. Racing towards the blazing dawn
The opening scene of a continuous film
The feral demons, and vile ghouls that covet the eyes
Flee in mortal terror, when I sing you lullabies.
All you have shown me.
No scrawled declarations of a madman can convey the depth of my feeling,
For you.
You showed me which laws to break, and I broke them all,
You showed me the pleasure inherent in living,
And I reminded you when you forgot this.
You show me your love.
I will show you woven tapestries from my loom.
In boxes presented with Much fanfare,
And others slipped into your palm in silence.
I will draw you in a thousand poses,
With charcoal, and chalk.
In our demon voices we will howl and curse at the day.
I will give you a spoonful of laughter,
That will coat your lungs, and let you laugh from your core.
I will share the autumn rains with you,
Soggy jewels, of wet boots, and a warming fire,
Mulled wine, and the scent of cinnamon.
I will show you vast fields of blue and red roses,
Mad in bloom, free in swaying harmony.
Uncut, free of *** and vase.
I will show you all of these things,
Come with me outside.

Let the a.n.t.s sleep
Warm and dry blankets
Let the victories of the future brace you
Body molesting wind demons
false but True
Cloak yourself in my laughter
Grab reality and pull a book out of your spleen,
with a Dim mak to sentence your fears to death.
The first page is eternity,
Stay within the pleasure, bathe in it,
Body hyper aware, unclouded vision
Disrobe, and bathe in it
Open the door and begin
It is Unjust not to
Press Play.....
It will all rush forward, and you will breath freely.
Trumpeted like the arrival of an avatar of the love goddess.
Cool cheeks, unmarked by tear tracks..
Built back up with the love you feared had departed.
I'm pitiful alone.
It is emotions prerogative to make its opinion known.
These feelings cannot be ignored.
Doing so makes things worse.
Let confidence be always with you
For all time
Unending
Everyday
All day long
You can honestly talk to me.
Trivial questions.
Something burdening your breast.
I can make you feel better, if only for a handfull of minutes.
You'll float away, but later crash on heavy thought.
However....
You know 
For several reasons
The outcome is always the same
Mind games are involuntary muscle spasms,
it is an affliction of chaos tourettes, inherited from a goblin ancestor,
Straighten your shoulders, I am here to reassure you, 
Every day it will get lighter
The stress will be less, the panic will simmer
The message is salvation, in acceptance of the depth of the love felt for you.
I am here to listem.
Stop being kicked around by your thoughts.
Feel instead, gliding into a gathering of like minds.
I dare not say the full extent of what I know, and what I feel is transparent.
It grants me sanity
The compulsion to sing
Satisfying smashed hearts
Feeding your lips
Sanctifying your suffering into submission
Fulfilling a proper apology for the perversions.
You have won the war.

Someone must stop for a girl who has lost hope.
Someone must care when everyone else flees.
Someone should administer soothing remedies.
Full restoration of euphoric laughter.
This world owes you joy whether you accept it or not.

Someone.

Someone care for those swept aside, like yesterdays chaff.
Someone may reach down into the bleak, and oull you free.
With restoration in his eyes.
Someone aches for every tear shed, each child's cry.
Someone wonders what must be done
to put a lasting smile on your face.
For very specific reasons
Pain can be transmuted to rest.

We are the effects.

Take a piece of my soul's slow rebirth.
Delivered by your actions.
I ponder the unknowable
Yet they will not ask me
Why I smile so.
I would gift to you the secret,
but its stapled to a tombstone
that burned up in the fire.
I can see the true goodness in your eyes.
Yes. I am not blind or stupid!
Ignore all the fools who define beauty as skin
I see the haunted majesty within
Heroes come and go
Healers lie
But you must believe these words.
Your dreams are intact, they have only been shredded in make believe.
Learn from the world how to live.
Nightmares like that must be disguarded, and turned into fulfillment
Someone cares for you
Do not lose faith
Run not from this world.
This world is the only one we have got.

Let's dance to the song of dawn
Radiate through space,
Erase the hastily committed mistakes,
Above the dawn shine, carelessly flitting.
And Clarence climbed yet another rhyme
To pass a question when you are near.

Harlequin leapt to her feet with a mandolin laughing,
And sang, “He dances for you!,”
Curling bands of incandescent viscera,
Dappled bodies sway beneath the bass,
Awake to the sensual reality of six experiences.
High above the canopy, in the cave of lost reality.

I want to paint this on your skin,
what prevents your spirit from trembling.
What makes your flavor fluctuate,
Is there something special I can serve you.

I came to you on two firm legs,
smoothed the covers, and lifted you from that bed.
You came with full breaths
Palefire, and unblended acceptance.

My frown will not speak of you,
but your pride steals the covers.
With a hurricane in your chest
, and a sadness that rips me to death.
I just realized my folly, five seconds after
Touching my finger to a false heart.
Took your polished please, without giving a thank you.

Brilliant resplendence of your redolent virtue.
Arms clenched, a wool sweater, bitter.
Leisurely cassette tapes, guide down to the truth.
The airy pleasures I have grasped at the heights
Match not the singular joy, in the cup of coffee in the garden
Of shredded roses, and bone carvings.
Favoritism, lies in the past, and it won't change.
What has been done, trumps what shall be done.
You won already. All I ask, is you guide me.

My hands and wrists, like leaders,
Gently wrapped around your skull,
So I can cradle that delicately invincible brain,
Mending skin and hair with perfection.
And this? This I will carve into the table that you took away
from loving me.
My love for you mirrors your footprints, into the infinity of oblivion.

.

My essence has been purified
by chance, I must ask you,
How you are like this,
How can you do so much for me.

You're the reason I have been lifted from the pit,
and why my whole world, has turned to paradise,

I have no need for wishes,
The treasures of far flung kingdoms lie in my lap.

I already cast my spell,
And conjured the greatest spirit of love.
Amazement seeps from your fingers
And your counter spell
Holds me firmly,
I could resist the event horizon
Of a black hole,
Far greater is your gravity.

You are superior to any magic.
To thrive in laughter,
To give birth to mirth
To feel sheltered in affection,
Is to be loved by you.

Your name it does not matter to me,
I know you only as..
My Heaven.

Why must you pull at that
Thread of your pain
With your callous fingers.
You're unraveling yourself
with your lies of self doubt.

I once held a needle
That could mend your tender spirit...
But, I lost it...

Now that needle rests
Firmly in your palm.
You can use it right now
To sew yourself back up,
But first you need to
Stop pulling that thread.

Delightful visions of this bright morning,
Pray awaken to joys arrival;
Put to bed your nightmares of death and darkness
And allow these words to repair your cracked heart.

Ah! What is a nightmare before the dawns brilliance?
But an illusion cast before your eyes,
Only to be shattered by the suns clear rays,
Dispelled, before this immaculate future.

Such fleeting horrors, let them fade,
Do not let the chiding of scoundrels impair you,
Let the lovely beams fill you with cheer,
Together in spirit, we shall journey towards heaven.

Though storms may sour the azure sky,
If you and I walk together, the clouds will obey our command,
The black and menacing, shall be fluff, and white beneath our touch.
And If we wish to dance in the rain, it shall be so.

Together, we shall seize the day, with both hands,
And never let it go, even as night arrives, we shall dwell in brilliance.

I desire only to comfort you, you must believe..
Truly comfort.
Like the first fire of winter,
when you come in from the frigid night,
And collapse in the cloud soft chair
As the warmth of the hearth, restores your humanity.
Until, in every cell in your body, you feel renewed.
I know how to close the wounds of your spirit,
These scars you see, upon my soul
Were once gaping gashes, that oozed agony,
But they have healed,
Let me do the same for you.
I will take my time, releasing the pent up tension,
That has wrapped your tense muscles,
In gnarly braids, of stress, with my restorative touch.
I have several bandages, the bleeding can be stemmed,
And arrested for good.
I will kiss every bruise, and cut,
Until nothing hurts anymore.
I shall lift you to your feet if you fall,
And soothe, mend, and repair you as a whole.
Anyone could see you have been hurt before.
But has anyone ever came forward,
And acknowledged your pain?
These cuts, and scars you bear
That you believe
have made you the strong woman you are today,
Are holding you back,
From the pleasures you deserve.
As the pendulum swings
Your mood rises and falls,
And it pains me to witness your suffering
My beloved one.
You who bring such joy
Should not suffer so much.
Your past is marked and marred.
Let me be your future,
One filled with the full measure of pleasure you deserve.
I can not guarantee that harm will not befall you again,
But when it does,
I will be there to caress it away...
Because I am your healer.

Her words are more than words to me
They resonate long after her mouth closes.
Lips closed, yet her spirit says so much.
Her unspoken words, echo in my soul.

An optimistic tunnel
Is dug into you
A Brightness
Which repairs the broken
imperfect despairing dissonance
Of this hollowness
That will be filled.
Filled with rejoicing song
By the innocence, and purity
At the core of all living things...
Including you.

The water, churned white,
The trees, living monoliths,
Sturdy stones, weathered, but intact.
A field of white daffodils emerges.
Once bleak and barren ash,
Now a light soaked flowering field.

A collection of sounds
Laughter, music, lovers leisurely walk,
The lovely aroma,
Fragrance of tree sap, and living things,
Floating through the air,
In every direction
Living animals,
Soothing thought, and the crystal blue canopy of the sky.
Turning our bodies into a Zen garden,
That reinvigorates the spirit, and the mind.

Lounging on your stomach in the soft grass,
Wounds of the aura, healed in the warm breeze.
Like the caresses of gentle butterflies,
A shiver of pleasure invades our bodies……
In a thousand lifetimes, such happiness will not disappear.
Our prayers answered……
Our future firmly in our grasp....
Let us tie this not, and never untie it.

Listen to the night ascend, and fade, as dawn approaches,
The trees weep tears of acceptance,
Brightly colored music is thrumming through the air.
A low and continuous chorus coinciding with the dawn of eternity.
A vibrant homicide of hopelessness, a resuscitation of elation.
We are together now.
Fear not the path into the light.
Today we will dance in the sunlit wilderness,
The radiant tongue of the sun covers us in slick moisture,
Our fluid bodies twirl, arms enfolding.
Embrace life like a maternity ward,
Full of limitless potential for love, chaos, violence and kindness.
As we release gamma waves, warping our world,
Shaping what we choose,
Embrace life like a maternity ward.
Negativity seeps out of us, and evaporates.
Our lives begin today.

Oh, how you will know this world of potent pleasures :
A burning world, coated in the laughter of satisfied need.
Concealed behind that bush, is the birthplace of a future victor.
The mundane grey of wintertime will sink into a sweet, purifying spring
Before the sadness of each fall, and every bumbling summer, a lively spring must pass.

...Into the poppy field, you and I collapse together.
Green and deepest red, we will make this field our bed.

You are still living,
Arteries intact
Opening wide
Like the fat fist of a geriatric Jesus.
Forget these new graves
Fresh flesh, the worms anticipate.
Convince me for
The piece of cake.
The seconds
The hot victory, sweat drenched
And satisfied in my mind.
The curves of your body.
Your glimmering mouth.
We will keep on living,
Because we can't stand dying.

Hold onto me. Inside this chamber.
I cannot feel the darkness.
It is light again.
The dark called in sick.
You are alive. Definitely.
I need you. You are the only one I want inside here.

The mirror need not speak
I know who you are
You cannot see these pale grey eyes
They lie beyond the veil
Hidden
With full knowledge of the true meaning
Of victorious leisure.
An ecstatic body you touch
A heart that breathes deep, you feel
Lying still and singing
And caressing
The meeting of mouths
Song flows between us
The lights go out
- we explore each other
Fake lies fade
You are all I see
I feel
A thick chord between us
Music and healing
A roaring pleasure
A thick cord connecting
You and I
In the blackness
You whisper
Your sighs of salvation
The illumination
Lifting you up
Seeping out
Binding you and I
Sinking into each other
Deeper and deeper.

The antidote coats my body,
The antidote heals from the outside in,
The antidote is easily found,
The antidote is revealed before your eyes.

This valley will save me
Two hands
Oil coated & tender

Fertile
Lush
Energizing queries
Twisted grass tuft
Open, quivering
Hope & purity

It’s our time
You said
Answered prayers
& symbols etched

Released whispers
Revelation of lies,
Truths overcome.

Here in the valley,
Lost in my labors
Commiserating with the Devil after his fall
Denying the mountains security

I found disorder
Muddied my spirit
Grabbed tight

It’s time you said
Leading me out
Dark tent and a roaring blaze
With you,
This valley saved me.

When you disregard his cons, and focus on his pros...
I do not Mourn the things that his hate has torn down--

A soft mouth; a scarred wrist;
A knowing brow; a sheen of mist.
New languages of love and leisure;
A keen ear; eyes that belie pleasure.
Short, powerful limbs; and a mystic smile
Radiating warmth, kindness, and dark knowledge--
Deep debts, he owes to the spirits.

What unbound winds answer, when he speaks of you.

In his deepest reveries, and contemplation of the miraculous nature of the universe,
He marvels at how exceptional YOU are.
Having measured your virtues,
weighed against his flaws,
he arrives at the realization of deepest reciprocal love,
such truths deny denial.

So many things feel right
More joy than the stars that light the night.
Feel the warmth of the future
You have chosen, as it washes over you in waves.
Stasis will never take hold of us,
Every chain they know, we have every key.
Walking confidently towards the future.
I murdered the inventor, and smashed his time machine.
Every decision is a catalyst for progress.
You are never stuck, make fruit from the dust.
Clothing from the air, and a bed from the stones.
The eagle circles above,
Let him be your symbol,
As you rise into the sky like a Zephyr.

On a day like this,
when the spirit is energized,
pleasant remembrances rise up.
Awaken with a benevolent air
sent to restore your body.

The future we chase
Is wide open to us.
I will help you carry your burdens
my courage shall be yours to share
the courage to let someone in.
to end the malady, to end the pain
there has been more than enough.
Close the door to your agonies.
Follow the melody, into the light.
It streams in everywhere
the bluest of blues
the entirety of your being
cooled
the waters of serenity cascade
the liquid air soothes your
overheated emotions
the fulfilment of nature
feeding the lambs
praising the lions.

We feel the rising sun
it smothers the worst in us
dusk shall not darken joy
it is the genesis of rebirth.

the black clouds evaporate

Exorcising
cleansing
reviving the happiness that withered

Light mates with the shadows
They rise from the abyss.

Miracles of healing and bliss,
are possible,
On a day like this.