Magical, yet deafening
Inside the crawl, the strive was real
No
It must not
One can see but not be seen
Hear but not be heard
Are you blind?
Are you hearing me?
What truth, what dreams may come?
But not let us forget
The tale in the wild
The tale of truth behind that of wisdom and meaning
There is no self demoralizing way to establish security from scrutiny
Run....
run....
run
No!
Hide......
.......but don't
Always found and never hidden
Welcome
You have arrived

Pen and paper,
touching
sensual for some,
words sure,
where were you,
when is what was too
young,
oh words, oh words,
how do you form
the shape of my
unkissed lips,
we have missed
our time
our chance to
embrace,
nakedness of
meeting
face to face,
you are more than;
a muse to me,
a fantasy,
a touch screen away,
but it is a lie,

past due
what are you doing
in 2016?
lips are numb,
must be drunk
writing free,
rhyme or prose,
do it all,
Even with ugly toes,
verse is free, heart
rock solid,
torrid,
turbulent,
life is *****,
when write is wrong.

If flight of fancy brings me near,
to perfect prose, may we meet,,
it is way past due...

We live in a world where I feel every soul has its breaking point. Some are lucky. They have someone there to put them back together. Well, for lost souls like me you dont get so lucky. You fall apart with no one to help you but yourself. You don't want to help yourself. Broken apart into pieces is where you stay until people pick up whats left of you. Then you wait once again for the world to break you in the neverending cycle.