Your *******, when love-based
within their beautiful forming,
and then  glorious unfolding
are Love and Light's  extracorporeal
pulsings;
focusing   l o v e t on e d
sonic shockwaves directly at the  machine's
extremely intricate innerworkings..

Having,  through years of horror-based
survival tactics; in desperation.. slowly learned;
now ingrained-- softening up the very
innerwall-linings of your very spirit
in such a way as to unknowingly
provide footing
for the machine's  deep embedment,
and then,  permeation  of all things
previously, you..
having now enwrapped itself into
your very sinews

holding your precious spirit   captive
from the the soar

These passionate, late night forays
outside the wire with you
are not exploitative, but instead
are love-driven  deeply focused,
fully intentioned pingings of Light's
Relational sound waves
aimed directly at the beautiful you
held so tightly, so covetously by the machine
as your wonderfully  nectar-filled body
responds late at night, aligning
to the me, you have come to know..
heightening your beautiful response
to the point of screaming,  passionate release--

your own, fully love based..

      extracorporeal..

unwelcoming,   of the machine.

come to my room and we can play
video games
video games
video games
lay your head on my lap
it’s okay
it’s okay
it’s okay
i don’t really want to feel alive today
but come to my room and let’s
run away
run away
run away
get me out of this place
there’s more love
in space
in space
in space

Stephan W

Muse-induced,  I slip
into a dreamstate--

                      I am floating.

Third-heaven bound,  I am
caught up into  a
galaxy-pull,  cloud hidden
I am bent around objects--
    the very empirical nature  of
    light itself,
drawn into an orbit  that,
always mine--  had
    been waiting for me all along

                          I am home now--


                   Away from this pain
           Away from  death's  stain
  ..away from all of my inabilities

There's a stranger in my bedroom
And im scared to say I may not be able to mention what happened today
Theres these visions in my head
Im scared to replay
Got me contemplating whether im really okay
How your fingers corress me in such a disrespectful manner
I tell you no and it still dont matter
Why wont you stop
Why does no mean nothing to you
Ive been taking pills hoping i dissapear
Ive been playing with a rope for to long
Sometimes i wonder would it stop if I was gone
Picture this
Flashbacks from when I wrote my last note
I tried to pull I tried to pull but I still woke up

For a while, I disconnected from poetry
For a while, I haven't been feeling me
I didn't realize what I've been lacking
I didn't realize that without it, I've been losing

Everyone has a way of dealing with stress
They have where they go when they are feeling less.
You only have to find that place cause you're lost without it
And its not forever you can continue to take sh*t