It’s not that I don’t want to,
enjoy your fine substances,
be them oral, or nasally ingested;
I believe I’ve had my share,

And the incessant smoke,
of all sorts of flavors and scents,
That too;
I have filled my lungs.

Strange plates,
full of material for delight,
make no sense,
to a belly that is full.

And how I would occupy,
a room full of company,
if only:
I hadn’t cut myself off.

I have tried these means,
and what good they have done,
but sorry i am,
for no better i feel.

Engaging your lust,
would befit a king,
if not for the harlem,
I gave away.

Indulging imagination,
might be a nice trip,
had not I taken,
the tour a few too many.

Give in to the ego,
only resort,
I just as "me,"
apparently not enough.

i am that which is lost in translation;
figures that don’t add up.
Each one has their own expression,
in a medium no others' use.

i am based in that which is not understood:
beyond the conceivable mind.
sprouting into observable matter,
but not limited to its physical ideals.

Everyone of us is a golden rod,
marked with a golden seal,
in a metaphysical aero plane
soaring above a mass continent-uity.

I come here looking,
mostly for you,
but looking nonetheless.

Not because i’m curious,
or interested even in the least,
but because i’m afraid.

My fear: of myself,
by myself, and ultimately,
for myself.

Of course I will find You,
everywhere; anywhere,
I look I will find You

If I only knew,
always that I would find You,
I wouldn’t come looking.

I had a dream about you,
we were doing wonderful things,
full of bliss and eternal ecstasy,
just as i know things would be.

I took the lives of some animals;
****** maybe, but sacred,
and we wore their beautiful skins,
to keep ourselves from the element.

You looked so eloquent in your furs.
The color had not changed a tint,
since I stripped them from that doe,
and mine felt so powerful,
to be wearing its head over my own.

I could have shed tears,
over how beautiful it was,
this vision i was having,
but alas it was just a dream.

I am not a robot.
Underneath this skin
are tissues, and organs,
bones, and liquids,
none of which were constructed.

I feel real things,
and try to understand them too.
I have not masked intelligence,
emotion, and humanity;
dissected and interpreted
the world around me,
and plugged it in.

My brain is human;
it did not learn human,
but lives human.
It was not programmed,
and taught human.

I receive no signals
from remote remotes,
and super computers.
I do not speak code;
only human

I am irreplaceable,
repairable and invariable.
I will learn,
and what i do not
will destroy me;
like any other
human being.

It hurt to leave you last night.
Alone in your bed;
Asleep in my hands.

How lovely to see the comfort,
crawl up next to you,
and lull you to sleep.

A peaceful, restful sleep;
with your little silken thing,
and **** hanging out.

The kind of sleep that i don’t get;
with sweet dancing thoughts,
and wonderful activities played out
like a lovely little matinee,

and all the while you playing in your head,
and all the while you lying in that bed.

You reached for me as i left;
not consciously i do believe,
but some part of you wanted me to stay.

That was that part of me that hurt,
as i walked out your door.

You’re a fool,
but aren’t we all.
At least you do,
what you think is right.

What is right?
I don’t think;
I don’t right,
and I don’t wrong.

Those stars in your eyes,
the ones you follow;
You put those there,
but at least you follow.

When the fog clears;
the ethereal thought,
thick and encompassing,
You might catch a glimpse.

On our level,
truly it isn’t clear,
nor should it be
on this level.

Clear is clear,
regardless, or not
if that’s happening;
here.

You’re a fool,
and so am I.
At least you think,
what you do is right.