A strange day,
to be a life.
Snow keeps fallin’,
Sun still on the rise.

A dream blanket,
coating existence,
the beauty in the air,
is nearly palpable.

Everything struggles on,
every piece,
of this thing,
struggles on.

Above this grey,
the big grey,
the sun is shinning,
a beautiful day.

Under the sill,
of a metaphoric window,
i place my pillow,
my head will lay.

Could ask for no more,
could ask for no less,
how great to be alive,
and yet to experience death.

When not looking,
One might begin to see:
smoke & sparkles.

Just enough to distract,
enveloping the truth all the same.

Do not worry though,
It means: you are near,
to seeing things as they are.

Dashing sparkles,
no less than falling stars,
&& signals of smoke,
dense enough inside to get lost.

I’ve gotten pretty good,
at tricking my self to sleep,
make believe i’m really tired,
and how i really want those dreams.

Everyone else is sleeping,
or trying to be awake,
but here i am now,
consciously alone.

The ambient noises,
and vibrant colors,
of shapeless existence,
and indeterminable wealth.

somber scents,
and weightless thoughts,
about heroes dead,
and gone.

As time slips by,
i am only aware,
as best i can be,
of these breaths.

As it is,
Inspiration being,
the only thing,
which hasn’t left this eve.

You see more of me,
in the hours you’re asleep;
than when you’re ready.

instead you release,
all the while i relieve,
and ask for nothing,
far and few in between .

out of sight,
out of mind,
but return we shall,
in your dreams you believe.

like a memory to retrieve,
faithful; loyal,
ready to seize,
if i, you, we please.

I prepared a beautiful meal today,
both tasty and nutritious,
with all the proper ingredients,
spices, and with love.

It took quite a while,
to figure out just what to put in,
but with proper timing,
it all came out perfectly.

And i devoured that food;
that nourishing food,
and loved every universal bite;
down to the last atom.

It was a whole process:
the careful nibbling,
and scraping of the plate;
a food covered canvas.

Now i’m lying in my bed,
both warm and comforting,
with all the necessary pillows,
naked, and alone.

It has been quite some time,
since last licking my fingers clean,
but as with all things,
it is all turning into ****.

I am tortured by the form you have taken,
by your representation and illumination.
it is nothing other than pure ecstasy,
dipped in radiance,
and toasted to a golden crisp.

I am always left with wanting more.
More means without any ends;
the sun shining brightly,
and you forever smiling upon me.

You are decadent.
swirling around in the desires,
that exist for you, without you,
and in that casting you lay in wait,
spring loaded and ready to accept,
that which is asked of you.

You are forever more,
encompassing my passion,
and passionately encompassing,
all the threads of my being.

We are not so different,
You and I,
A means without an end,
and an end without any means

I fell in love,
with a beautiful girl,
so i turned around,
and left her the world.

i only eat,
when i need to ****,
the ghost would stop haunting,
if i could take a hint.

I look for you,
every time i am here,
without words to give,
only things to forget.

you treat me like,
the child i am,
without trying,
to humor my ego.

I am ******* you darling,
for i am ******* myself,
such a beautiful piece,
i did not mean to judge.

A beautiful piece,
of myself you are, but still,
not the same standards.