Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our slights

Take me in your warm arms
Let me feel the heart I long for
Forget the words that cut our souls apart
Hold my world up one more time

Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our flights

tomorrow the let pain come
But tonight, let that ring stand for somethin again
I just want to hold you tangled up
crawl up inside you one more time

Turn out the lights
Just for tonight
Let's forget our spites

Let it crash and burn in the morn
but give us that chance to bring it all back
Touch my soul again as if it were brand new*

As clear and full of hope
as the day I left heaven
and fell for you

the darkness comes as it goes

the dread however, seems intent on staying.

falling to my feet only ends up a ****** mess

theres no soft place to fall,

no solice to take.

...

there is only the act of hardening

and tempered steel,

though, when cold to the touch

is savagely barren

it can still in the heat of fire

take on the attributes of warmth

and melt and become something rather inept

though slightly beautiful.

...

what then, is there to do but reform our selves

and invite anguish and pain and then harden and soften again

till we find the shape of our hearts in the mould of the future

we once dreamed of

if we can still remember it.

...

and dread will be our constant companion;

the third wheel in our fortunes.

which was never handed to us in any decent form of fate,

but that in that fight of going anywhere

somewhere hidden in the violent struggle

is our often ignored love

beating its heart out for the tempo to temper

and

both beats to trigger each other in all our love states

simply to be recognised for what they are,

invincible.

Whatever...
It's dry ice under pressure
It's cold hard deliberate ignorance
And it works so **** well
It's the moment of clarity
The supreme mastery of
I just don't give a ****!
It's a blatant disregard
It's an invisible snicker
And works like a charm
It's the flick of a hand
the a slap in the face
A devastating calm
"What the ****!?"
doesn't even enter into it.
it's omnipotence of being
It's as blunt as it is sharp
And it works ******* perfectly
It's the absolute finite certainty
It's a calmness of exacting cuntism...
Best served with
whatever;
i just don't give
a ******* ****!


*Author's Notes/Comments:
I feel like I want to write off the world at the moment!

A darkness sprinkled with light
Are we sharing or are we thieves in the night?
Do we tread the same stars?
Do we tip toe on eachothers moon or
slide down the same comets?
Millions of scattered beacons floating in the dark
Do we perhaps unknowingly
cross paths leaping over black hole hearts?
or is this my sky, my infinity
and you a shadow thought escaped from my mind
just a figment a ghostly filament glowing
a beacon of hope amongst the endless stars?
no, I have felt the warmth of your foot prints
on countless shining stars,
perhaps Even only a step in front or a toe behind
chasing your ghostly memory
till we finally meet on the same
wishing star sharing infinite times
till then let the star dust fall
as our heavenly bodies stir
sharing the same darkness sprinkled with light
ever a step in front,
or a toe behind...

All the beauty of creation was held in another,
in you there was held all manner of frustration and dark.
there was a resonance about you though
that invaded my frequency.
I had not the slightest notion of entertaining the idea of us;
Yet, I could not draw myself away.
It seemed your distress beacon
was too loud to ignore.
I read all the signs of danger
and I ignored them.
I raced to the stars to find some meaning
a direction, an insight?
But I found your turmoil too compelling
and I couldn't help but stop and notice
the strength you had been clinging to for so long.
I came to free you.
I wanted to see you fly!
i found such beauty in the fight
that it paled to all others.
And when you're eyes looked deep into mine they found the hidden stars there;
you marvelled at their beauty
and whispered
will you be mine?
I said no, let's just pretend?
so we did.
We played hide and seek amongst the reflections of the stars
laughing and jumping over and under heavenly skies!
we made attempts at love
and stopped just short of taking it.
Till one day you left.
and all the beauty in creation
could not console me.
I searched for you an endless time
under every heavenly body and lost of hope
I turned back suddenly to find you there
all along trailing me,
my protector,
my champion,
my strength
our eyes met, stars collided in our reflections
and love finally happened
right there
at that moment.

I just want to fall from the heavens into your heart

rush through you like a torrid river and wash you clean

I want to get lost amongst the dream stars in your eyes

seep into you and become one glorious love

and passionately explode our happiness upon the gamut

of all creation and lustily devour all that is in being.

**
Folder:  beauty in the tip of my inked tongue

...------...
Don't write me ******* poetry

The love that helps a knight traverse a mountain
Yeah,
well you don't have the words for that
the passion that curls toes
just doesn't sound the same when you describe it
'nice'
is not a romantic word
niether is
'I wanna *******'
but the way you
do it;
yeah...

my designs for you don't match your own
A telling tale of how far we've grown.

My lovely lines
all tangled and torn
yours won't bend or dip in time
too irregular for mine

Please don't design yourself around me any more
I confess; my heart lines are all messed!
I can bearly breathe I'm so tense
you don't take the care to give the freedom I do
my arches lay bare for you to go through
But You
reach right in and tie me in knots
its not the first time you forgot.

please don't draw your designs on me
they tangle me up so
don't choke me, please no,
I don't want to go.

Reaching for you has become a chore
more tangles and crossed lines than before

time to draw the line in the proverbial sand
Though you and I will still hold hands

please dont tangle me up any more
I promise not to too either I assure,

let's just draw our designs on either side
holding hands following the same line
and let the windy trails twist them up
as we leave them to mingle and twine.
I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine
and weave our way into a grand new design!

Dips and swallows
that's what life is to one born of thinking through artistry.
there is no measure of happiness
that
can not reach certain description judged by the metaphors of sadness
there must be one of many to compare
for
every beautifully scripted pain  
there is a joyous rendition able to follow
pleasures must be short lived
and
twisted in to tragic bows
Pain must be the constant
else the fruit of life will go un celebrated
lest
we believe we are all entitled to life.

painfully, beautifully aware
I understand where the jewels in my crown are scattered
that
my words are the flame of my soul
and
descriptions the flicker of wonder in my minds eye
that
I am the incarnate of my logios

It seems
you've managed to gouge out
another chunk of my heart
...
took your time
to make me feel it,
every bit of it
...
Wormed those fingers of pain
right in
...
down to nauciously scraped
nerves
...
dug in so deep
must've been so ******
to find it was hollow?
...
Oh sweety,
with your forhead
planted in your palms
You look so lost?
Didn't think of the cost?
did you?
...
Oh,
how well
in our misery we soak
one day king of hearts;
next day broke!
...
you didn't think
id let it go
so easily did you?
...
I have a habit
of scaping the mess
under my nails
...
love is such a
gruesomely pretty colour
...
Cheer up!
...
I feel so much better!
...
now that I've taken
a good chunk
of yours.