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Salt of the earth
my house on a rock
Plain t-shirt easy jeans.
Intense eyes, a complicated mind
and a simple heart.
Everyday arms hold me in decorated silence
reverberating unspoken themes
warm fingertips tend my weary bones.
Frowns wiped away with thumb tips and smiles
but what I wish most for,
is for you to say
what every ounce of easy love
stands for in each and every way.

To speak the unspoken power that lifts me up in everyday
with nothing but the simplest of things you do but wont say.

Tell me:
the stars don't circle the earth;
they circle you,
Wrap them selves around you
just to stay close
Twinkle in the sky just to capture themselves reflected in your eyes.
That the heavens crowd the sky for a glimpse of your smile
and
form endless glittering patterns
for your favour,
that the bravest stars
fall simply to rest as dust at your feet
and that I,
of all the the souls that travel endlessly through time
was chosen,
a simple form,
to be as a burnt offering
loved by you
therefore burn brighter that the brightest sun
The cause of the supernova in my heart
I keep cloaked in a veil of everyday nothings
so that no one else can ever discover
the purest highest nirvana
when your soul mingles with mine.

The way I wish i could tell you all the time x

For some small trace of your presence,
In heart or thought.
I ponder the length and breath of the universe
And how someone so closely knitted into me
can still be so far away.
One galaxy,
one star,
One sky,
one city.
in the ether of none of these things,
I find you.
I feel your longing,
your courage,
to keep me close to your soul,
Only far from your heart
That fraction of distance is enough.

Impossible chasm.

So deep and so far
the only way over it
is on the wings of hope
Mine are grounded.
An ancient injury,
further hindered by new wounds.
No matter how time flows,
how life unfolds,
you're still there
above me
hovering over my soul.

I look up to find heaven,

Just out of reach...

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.

Heated tongues had no temperance to spare

Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence

Eyes held truths with no regards to context

Illusions were never more real that when piercing
The heart left to bleed pounding desperately on the floor
Under the foot of merciless pain

How do you explain the inexplicable?

Some things just end while others start

The resoning was perfectly logical
But ****** if anyone could see it

Off they went onto seperate trajectories
Only to find tge truth revealed in 20 years of wastedness

Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism

It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belonged together

Far too late,  as other sattlites they collected were now in the way

And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for

And not a thing was learnt.

Desolate days and endless nights pass  extraneously slow
Broken by intermittent episodes of almost breaking through
to Suddenly plummeting into the abyss of darkness
plucked up and tossed about by hell beasts
Dropped and swooped upon
in a sickening game of amusement
leaving suddenly, only to return
before the heartbeats settle
Living on the edge of destruction
Closed in
paranoid delusions make themselves at home
Like fleshy entities adding credibility to my vile suspicions
I trust them,
more than I trust myself.
I'm still here though in some reasonable fashion
Watching the carnage fall
I know it's not real, but the cards are falling
I see the flashes of what could be
As they turn over and over never seeming to land
This is the unknown.
The fear of losing control
Funny thing fear,
What it has the power to do
Even funnier is,
I know all this
And still I feel
there's nothing I can do.

The body of who you are
cuts through the dimensional landscapes
easily shifting shapes,
pulling a glorious array of colours out of the ether.
Shedding skins and trying on thoughts for size and ideas for comfort.
There's no real perfect fit.
And that's the wonderful irony in the journey of self discovery.
You,  are a timeless beauty measured by the brilliant sparkle in your eyes!
A mind as a treasure trove to endless possibilities!
You float with the stars amongst angels,
as easily as you ground yourself in cool muddy river banks and worms.
Fireflies of whims draw you this way and that,
some sit still for a while and close enough to me so that i can drink you in
and sometimes when the wind whispers right,
follow you for an instant over the dimensional planes
untill I get scared and let go of your hand falling back to earth,
only to admire you like the ever shifting dancing aurora
buillding up the courage to chase you into the light again.

Tapped on the shoulder,
a brushing feathered kiss on my skipping heart
I came through the darkness with the revelation
floated on a breeze of freshness and clarity!
too much relief to brush off with any resistance
I melted into the wind caught up in an exorcism of the gentlest kind,
nudged and hugged into peaceful surrender
and just as I was washed outside
the tickles snuck around and opened up a smile.
Not content, it gently forged a giggle and like a burst dam
laughter tumbled down!
sweet air rushed inside and cleaved all the darkness
from inside of me
with each and every breath it got clearer, brighter!
a spark of joy was lit
it hung about me
raised me in the air light as a feather,
as innocent and light
as I had never been since before I could remember
now freshness imbued became my very good friend
and I invited it in often.

Sleeping satellites hide their threats in their lazy orbital drift
Winking charmingly  disarming
Oblivious to the fact that one small change in trajectory
Will bring catastrophic catacylism
Hypnotically the thought drifts away as quickly as it came
Back to oblivion.

the darkness doesn't shine within you.

impossible.
it smothers.

sometimes so delicate and lightly with skilled seduction
it conditions you for its welcome

sometimes forceful and passionately dark,
like the night and fears wrapped into one cloak
it forces you homelike into the darkness
where the peace is only a temporary ruse
manipulation to ready you
for your deathly dangle
again and again.


sometimes it appears helpless
and calls you in with longing and pain-filled eyes.
it prays upon your light
and draws it out of you good-naturedly
and makes you feel needed,
promising to love the light...

but oh, the smothering
is the most cunning of all these things,

learning to breathe with light is not an easy thing,
you must learn wise and sacrifice for together these are
powerful things.

what glitters is the cold
what shines is the soul
what covers is the darkness
what opens is the light

anyone clothed in darkness
is only one thought away from light
and that is that they must deny the power of the dark
as it is no match for the holy light.

a soul is not permitted to stay too long in one or the other,
that's why the sun and the moon were made

and each disappear behind a shroud, here and there
to make you understand how it is
that love and hate go around,
for one must contrast the other
each as capable but none is sustainable.


so thus measure your darkness
with the balance of light
and enjoy the strength
you gain in the fight

may you endeavour in the end
to not let the other win
then may your soul take flight,
a higher journey is always a touch away
ever just in sight.

warbled and garbled thoughts

absolute fear and strength staring straight at the mouth of it.

I cant pull a string of pearls together in the right order.

a prayer for each and a shiny pearl for show.

no pearls of wisdom here.

just a gut wrenching confusion

and terrifying wonderment.

how the hell does everyone else get by?

its my way.

the only way I know.

run through the spew keeping eyes open I let it all burn.

it will find me but the answer wont.

i let it fester,

make some stupid evovled gesture an exchange that will only buy ridicule.

its a lonely place

enlightenment,

so bright I wish I could just turn on the dark.

The language of love
Is not intricate,
not the tracings of love notes in the sand
Nor the filigree in the swirls of seduction
The fine details of romance soon fade
These are subterfusions
For withering hopes
The language of love
Is honest and raw
As painful as it is sublime
Holds no words
And tells no lies
Tethers gently while letting go
And for us,
untranslatable
Because we don't speak anymore.
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The world is still

and all I feel

is the vibration of you.



Closer.



it comes darkly

rising through my body

etching my soul with invitations.

Scrawling love-notes of hope that

dont exist anymore.



clawing at my bones,

flesh for fantasy

i wonder if I still exist in your light

as you callously walk through me

Throwing icicles into my

longing open inscriptions.



do you still hold

dreams of the past hidden

somewhere your soul?



Are you hiding too?



Closer.



Loves memory scrawled

in every space between

Every part of me

Searching.



that longing

dearest unworthy love

drudges its self up through me again

making me mouth words

I don't want to mean anymore



Yet the absence of you

pulls me into darkness further



Close.



Gnawing at my soul

Death for eternity

I wonder if you remember

how close we came

as you casually walk by me  

thrusting icy regrets into my fractures



do you still hold warm

memories of the past hidden

somewhere your heart?



So close...



If you knew would you

reach out and touch me?



Gone.



I am hollow, marrowless,

I miss you

deep in my bones.

And my biggest problem is i dont respect your ways
I dont like who I've become in your eyes
Your own creation an abomination.
I'm rid of that sickened mentality
the one where your pasification is the holy grail.
I dont live there in that place anymore
and i dont think you know the way to come with me.
I tread the clouds while you tread thier messes.
I cant rescue you any more.
I need to save whats left of me before I disappear
You never had it in your hands to make me happy
I'm a joker you're a  self proclaimed king.
I've been hung in the firing line too often by your sights.
Time to be me,
and if you cant love me its ok
I've never respected your version of love anyway.

I'm here,
I'm on your frequency,
In your atmosphere
Love,
Please say you remember me?

The language of love
Is not intricate,
not the tracings of love notes in the sand
Nor the filigree in the swirls of seduction
The fine details of romance soon fade
These are subterfusions
For withering hopes
The language of love
Is honest and raw
As painful as it is sublime
Holds no words
And tells no lies
Tethers gently while letting go
And for us,
untranslatable
Because we don't speak anymore.
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