(where) by me..Where is that special warming touch? That breed to see and succeed, the love i yearn soo much. Where is that warming? The fiery burning one feels to be completed in their soothing soul, no more searching, no darkness lurking, just a king and a queen of stories old. Where is that home filled with incense lathered aroma, bones to be warmed during rain and stormy dreading nights. Where is the caring? the sharing no disasters of hateful freight.. Where is the lighted tunnel to **** me on in, where whimsical sins go away in a moments flash..when will the pain relieve and blowing in the trees overcome to one breathe at last...Where is the blanket to cover this old ancient of structures where gaulking is adventure on mountaintop sealed ruins..Where is that Love everyone writes of in girly magazines.....?

There are so many
lovers walking
the streets

arms over waists and
legs all in sync

where she's holding her books
and he's touching her hair
and the way that their eyes
glow;
they're so unaware

there are so many love-
songs
that live with the sea

they're pushing
they're pulling
they're singing to me

and so many lovers
here,
defying the blues

I'd have a lover
if I only loved
you.

Silent.

Without words,
I am mute.
I cannot tell you how I feel. 
I am silent.

Without music,
I don't have emotion.
I can not express myself.
I am silent

Without soul,
I am empty.
I can't feel.
I am silent.

But the catch here,
Is if no one cares,
I am still silent.

They carried us
Through gestation,
Or adopted
Without hesitation.
Our coming
Was a celebration,
Mothers are our affirmation.
They deliver.

When we were quiet
From travails,
She made time
For school-yard tales.
The warmth of sunshine
Shyly pales
To her prevailing arms.

They nurtured us
Til eyes dried out;
Cried alone
When we left
The house;
They waited by the door,
Like a living cure.

When Moms do well
All can tell
The madonna like connection:
No need to forgive them,
Will always grieve them;
They've loved us
Since conception.

I'm gonna break down.
I've held this in too long.
And of all the places in gonna melt down..
It has to be at work.
Wonderful.

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(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?