Compassion is the cruelest curse
a painful defect of my birth.
Day after day it just gets worse,
it floods me like a dam that's burst.
An endless dirge, a tragic verse,
a starving babe without a nurse.
Like new seeds sown on salted earth.

In each shallow breath on my neck as you lie with me,
In each ***** gust is a fragment of my completion.
In each gently murmured whisper fed to my ear,
There is a song of unity, regrowth and affection.
The lightly moistened imprints of your lips
Draw forth sighs, that I share with no one else.
Tucked away and safely kept, in a vault fashioned by your kisses.
Your delicate, yet firm and earnest hand on the nape of my neck,
The other rubbing across the contours of my torso,
Gently grazing nails, leave barely visible red trails
That mark the path of your caresses.
You leave your impressions on my eager skin,
Every minute separation leaves it longing for your touch.
You soften my hard exterior, and stoke my passions,
Harden my steel in the furnace of desire.
My hands work with serpent fluidity
Until moistened, blood flushed,
I enter inside you.
Then it is my breath on your neck,
My hands on your soft body,
My lips on your throat, chin, mouth and each breast.
Only in pleasing you, do I finally find completion.

Is it the hand that cuts the artery,
or is it the hand that hesitates?

You tune out the dark void
because of calm symbols
You wont stand still for me
without many letters
preventing a smoothing of space
After their denials are unwound
taking me clearheaded
against arctic wrath
doors thrown shut
catching clear hate inside
prevent the fish from spitting it out
and stand still against concealment
thick quilts fall away from them
hate a solid barrier

Listening to that satiated home
for eternity

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.

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.

After autumn strips the Oaks
The still air screams with the crunch of dead leaves
  .as death seeps out of the soiL....

We lost the day shadow, ripped from the archway. I always knew That I was comfortable in the light.
She caught light beside my view That adults wouldn't see heroes out. They could harm but never know what angels I heard in concert. We heard through the archway, it didnt seem A lot more weak that night, The floor alot higher.

Everyone started drinking, Because never has liquor reminded him Of the burials. Everyone stopped listening for my call, Knowing a symbol, carved in thin white paper after she lost that, Out the front of a new dictionary. He was painted in ink, And answered all inquires.

Stop.
Please stop,
with the little blonde
with the short hair,
doe eyes, like chipped ice,
and the tall slim blonde
with the gray eyes behind
glasses, and double braids.

Stop.
Please stop,
with the pale brunette,
with the small *******
and crocodile smile
framed with coal black eyes,
and the brunette
with the page boy, thick lips,
and perky c-cup ****.

Stop.
Please stop,
with the freckle-speckled redhead,
with the thick *** and thighs,
forever flirting with my fire,
and the cream clear redhead,
with the tight ****, prismatic gaze,
and double-d rack.

Please.
Keep them away from me.
Or I will be forced to use
what you gifted to me,
to make them mine,
if only for a little while.
Please.
Tell me which one I'm supposed
to walk with, from now on
until the sun swallows the earth.

Or, **** me where I stand.

Dear Jesus, I beseech thee.

Every night the underprivileged will be lifted up by the privileged.

Every night the rich will have everything right to eat, but the poor.

Every night the homeless will have nowhere left to sleep, but our old carpeted floor.

Every night scicle cell anemia will have everywhere right to be contained,
including your city heart snooker.

Every night peace will have everywhere to be passive,
including your japanese zen gardens,

Everyone will be right to make peace with us,
but our unkempt sons.

Every night the proletariat will sleep ignoring the foremen descending their picket fences,

Every serious thief will be rejected as a nightmare-

For they are owed nothing, and must reject everything more
than The Othello denial an ounce of starved soul.

They will lament, as we cool our overheated hearts,
on the pristine grounds of our single rooms.

And they will lament, as we lounge on the branches of our stoic oaks,
decomposing birthday songs for the Bad young nights of the wicked little girls…

Gaze into my shadowed opening,
You will see the absence of the universe.
Incorporeal spirit.
I am more than aware,
Everyone is just a door.

Trapped in a 90's british pub
with a wide open tab,
for the duration of eternity.
Curry chips, and curly wirly's,
and pint, after pint, after pint.
Karaoke, and loose bints,
bangers and mash,
bang her in the loo, and a dash of bitters
in my scotch and soda.
MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!
Too.
Chain smoking ****
that Cannot Cause Cancer,
and slamming my stick
on the Snooker table.
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from?
Cotton-Eyed Joe.
Where's my friggin' Thai food!?
Look into my Magic Eye
and you will see Heaven.

You drag me
deep into a drowning pool of silence
where a cold wet death awaits,
where no answers ever come,
where you hide all the old familiar nightmares
where every protestation is ignored,
where peace of mind goes to die,
you let your thoughts constrict,
and with scalpel and skin
you abort all pure creations,
in your drowning pool of silence.

Unpart the blue sea
I will not boast in my strengths
so that the weakness of the antichrist
will not rest on me.

Miracles always happen,
Our favor is abounding.

Five billion year formation
of clouds of strewn composite elements
life itself is an impossibility
without the golden information.

Curses never stop happening
Our debt is bound.

Of all the things I've never touched
I'm saddest that I cannot touch your mind.
Gradually it will **** me.

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.

She feels like
cold lemonade
On a hot
Summer night

She tastes like
Sweat drenched
skin
On a balmy
spring day.

She looks like
The golden sunshine
Streaming through the window
On a clear
winter morning.

She smells like
The cold waves crashing
On my toes
On a warm
Autumn evening.

We will falter, they will ****
upon the altar, blood will spill
The blade will fall, and heads will roll
One and all, will sell their souls
Drop your knives, close your eyes,
kiss your lives of peace, goodbye.
Fires falling, buglers calling,
I wish we had more time.

why didn't I
tell you
that I
loved
you?
I
hated
that you
tell me...
you did...
Why?

Every red birth
Sinks down cooled, with a clear conscience.
Young bodies rightfully claim the future
Content, flowing feelings:
The cascading brother from the upright citizens
Is a cyborg of loving, with a vibrant heart.

Awaken my reality
the sobriety of ruby blood.
The cartoonist has withdrawn the first tapestry.
The full moon has summoned 94 sinners
the path outside my home
is as short as the last caress
I never recieved.

A Mushroom
Is a Flower
that got tired of waiting
for a gypsy sun
who had found other pastures
to spend his time shining on.

Blind men don't even know
the blessing that they own.
I cannot describe the agony
that enters my brain
through my wandering eyes.
Tormented by the permutations
that assail me,
from a million different angles.
Perfect darkness
is the only thing that soothes me.
But, even in the depths of night
I cannot blind the eyes
in the chasm of my mind.
The neverending eight millimeter reel
of things I'll never touch
skin I'll never feel.
Why must I have eyes?
***** out the stars,
so maybe I can finally hide
from everything I cannot have.

Its all wrong, living wife.
I love the cat.
Or the single child.
Jokingly, all we never did was rejoice.
Nothing like, “speak up slowly”,
We don't know!

the old cannot erase
the shadow of their setting sun
bled across their threshold, staining
the abandoned chair by the fire.

The destination of a questing flame,
The concealed invincible core.
No longer able to hold back the emotions,
that once the flood has subsided, herald a new future .

Your concealed invincible core
fidelity arrives, bearing trust,
that once accepted, will not end.
Obliterating sadness, magnifying love.

Fidelity has arrived. Take his trust.
It will erase the confusion, you know what you feel.
Let it obliterate your sadness, magnify love, and pleasure.
The wheel of doubt and accusations, stops right here.

You can erase the confusion, you know what you feel.
Fostering love, when you need it more than everything.
The wheel of doubt and accusations, stops right here.
you are destined to rise up to the zenith.

Let me foster love, when you need it more than anything
Don't hold back your emotions.
You are destined to rise up to the zenith,
the questing flame of love, has arrived at your core.

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

From the incrimination of the whole
they gave us a paved road to nowhere
the Victorian homeless cougars
have only recently found their hearts
(undoubtedly to the honkys)
and who escaped
for the sky
was not alive
or sopping
or green

this miserable workplace
over the edge
for butcher's lines
~was not raven black
the spoons
or forerunners
(from dazzling peninsulas)
left alone
off the center
of the parking lot

the real city
of buggy stalled wanderings
~was not flesh stained
off the front of
private beaches
stood resplendent bottoms
sprung off low ebbs
for the dark world
and our fathomless silences

trumpets and banjoes
and electric mandolins
are thrown from the solitude
ear studs
and obscurity
out of the footsteps of
spontaneous supporters
the vital blood arrayed
without moonless stasis
and desert buckets

woodlands unkempt
against the mountain run
halted plains straightened
after the catch
***** martinis
and stiff bowlers
valley the single marcher
shetlands
and peasants
see clear to the horizon

I cannot remember the places you inhaled my essence
out of the earth, and created a desert.

The feel of my surrender, undone, a pure chorus
in the song of forgiveness
that eludes you when you are awake.

You cannot remember the taste of my flesh.
Released, I remembered how to hate.

You found me
Mere months ago,
And I am certain.
Yes I did. I found you.
Caught in your elegant web.
My arms enfolded you.
Your hands probed me.
And we rose into the light.
Reveling in a victory over despair.
Paradise, and pleasure to spare.
You know I will.
Why wouldn't I?
Your voice conveys blissfully followed commands.
The miracles that erupt from my Criminally Insane smile
Are dwarfed by the least of your charms.
The divine spirit I sense seeping into me, and merging with mine
It is you.
Oh, how I feel you.
I feel your will,
And it becomes one with mine.
I shall never forget
Your concealed treasures.
I need their memory
So desperately I want you and I to be one forever
I found you.
And I refuse to ever lose you.
This is certain.
More than anything this is certain.
Sink into my arms
Own me with your hands
Take deep sips from my eyes
I am yours.
Always
Neverending.
I found you.
I cannot lose you.

The birth of a child
The marriage of two lovers
It is nothing like dying
The discovery of an underwater house, warm but moist on the inside
Its not the same as if your mind has been reborn.
The gain of perfect calm
Gain of self control, and inner hope.
its not the same as feeling...
you have shrunk, your eyes are sprightly
We have perfect memory, when we remember each other.
when all is chaos
When you lose your all
I'll help you find it,
In our underwater cottage.

New fallen snow on an icy road,
this path I stumble along.
I shake the branches,
I can't take any chances,
but still I fall beneath the serpent song.
Two weeks pure, sacrificed,
a single day to purge my vice
to lay my flesh upon the ground.
Two bluebottle flys, saved,
and two stinkbugs, revived.
Seeing the dead, curled up things
come back to life,
I am certain I will survive
any trials that might assail me,
in the frigid gray sky days to come,
before I finally lay this body down.

Has anyone ever told you your poems are treasures?
You should feel intense joy.
Who can claim to be a genius?
If they are you, they are all good.
There is no doubt, you should never give up.
Never step away from the page.
Pay attention to this kind woman,
She will never step away!

Close the window
let me out.
Walk away from me
do not lay with you
off this bed.

Do not let me delicately maul your bright spirit,
nothing I never wanted cannot be lost outside of me.

Thank you, I command you, do not be mine for oblivion.

Do not stay with me.

I want to die with you sometimes.
I want to live with you yesterday.
Your hate is normal.
Your love is mundane.

If you told me you hate me
Don't let you do it later.

I wish everyone could hear
The ecstasy dancing in your throat
Everyone should see
The veins decorating your *******

Everyone should be granted the vision
of your eyes as they smile when you awaken
Everyone should see
The way you will the morning into existence.

I've never heard it said "Well, at least I'm not that ugly
And I have a decent life"
How could anyone ever desire
To deny beauty it's pristine right?

I've heard "I'm so low down
Please don't drown me in the truth."
This is not your reality
It would be a lie if anyone told you:
You are anything less than a gorgeous tragedy.

You cant stop the coming holocaust
my dear sweet sunny Jane.
So pack your bags for world war three
and put a bullet in your brain.
The lonesome whistle's blowing
and you'd best not miss the train.
The rain shows no sign of slowing
and every martyr dies in vain.

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.

Give me your approximations
Thank you
Grab onto me now
Forget your
Agreement
You are the best
Immunity
My localized cure
Give me your days unlived
Desire
around your body
You can take mine
Yours
Grasp it
I will follow
Before you first
My delicious vision
painted onto my eyes
A little
Yes
To your question
Innoculated
against denial.

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.

If the first few lines were really true
you wouldn't have posted the rest.
Misery loves company.
Why?

Let me be the cure
a satisfaction
Thoughts of you flow from me
In them you are vibrant and alive.
You are bliss and hardship
The sweet and sour sounds will not die in me
I am obsessed, with your love
Not infatuated, in love
You sustain everything around you
My name
My memory
Heaven **** me
It is so much more
I can be the air you breath
The hydrogen and oxygen
Nitrogen and helium
Your needs are my wants
I found satisfaction in this life
I will not forget you were that.
You keep me from death.
Eons will pass, and the words will still throb
Fulfilled wishes, bring on tears of thanks.
I will be the first chapter till the last
Our stories will be everything
Forevermore.

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.

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.

It is more than I deserve

this pinnacle of brightest hope

Tall bright place of remembrance

This peak this genesis

In Rooms we settle down

Sprinkled with fragrant oils

Light shining from below

Caressing smooth supple fingers

Whispering slowly upward

With ample strength and reassuring grip

I will hold you against me

As we rise to the peak together

Once more

In the moments before my death,
the horn will be muted.
          fear and guilt
an abandoned home,
being erased in darkness,

yet all I can feel now
is the ecstasy of this moment

specific cruelties   every day
and then
a lover pulled you
left on the curb
roots exposed brown and blonde
I planted you down 
massaged you on
  
No one ever told you it's okay to cry
and laugh at the same time

‘lover’ she said,
‘how long can ecstasy survive?'

you were a scent I could eat
when I stopped searching for iron lines devoid of sensation.
When you crawled towards me, your tounge heard the silence of the sky and it stopped spinning forward.

A single muffled memory,
you kiss sparingly, unknown as all the things you wished you did.
The rushing sea crashed unseen out of my mind
with a drought of all the things you never said.

You chopped down the tree that had concealed its light
never being all that I never wanted.
When you looked outside yourself,
you found a heart warm and vibrant.

The sound has never become
but there is one thing you don't know.
You could easily pull closed the sight of the food I smell in these iron lines.
Your nose will crawl towards me and see that silence after you make me yours.

I am a raging typhoon of rampant enthusiasm
I will weave the lasting fabrics of agreement
Stitch and kiss all wounds
until everything stops bleeding for good.

You will succumb to hope
Its pure saline cascade shall cleanse you
Let me kiss each moan, until the countryside of your pain
Is coated in a shimmering rain of pleasure.

Weariness wipes away, coated like bare wood beneath white wash,
the doves sit nearby, waif children, they share their breadcrumbs,
they smile, and demure, until the worst in us all,
fades three shades towards forgotten forever.

I am here to heal you...

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.

I want to lie on a dry and barren
spot
light a fire
with my finger
bring back moisture to the desert.

Watch the sky die,
rot and burst,
black and smashed,
white shards sparkle
like the teeth of hyenas.

There is no black
like the glistening windows
we all share.
I can see down
into your hole.
This is where
most would step back.

There is no white
like the skin you conceal.
Uncovered to reveal
a pool of deepest healing.

This is where I dive.

If I could tame my tongue,
coil it back up
put it back in the basket,
snap my flute,
and chuck the basket in the river,
I would.
If I could rewind every time
I threw a barbed dart,
or struck out with my hands,
If I could repair the bruised facade
of every temple I have marred
in my misguided wrath,
and make whole every soul
I have carelessly ripped apart,
I would.
If I could recant every callous oath,
If I could retract every snide rant,
If I could heal every wound
and soothe every mind
I have ruthlessly injured,
time after time,
I would...
But, I cant, so I will have to settle
for saying I am sorry,
and hope for your forgiveness.