Don't look away with your chestnut eyes,
That send shivers along my spine,
Don't look away shyly, tongue-tied,
Worried too much what is on my mind.

Let your eyes wander, stealthily meet with mine,
So I could for a moment wonder what's behind,
That lonely and nostalgic, yet scared and distant look,
Would you mind so much if I spoke to you?

Wish I had known what thought was laying hidden
Beneath your curly hair's dark blond crown,
What sounds would utter your silent lips,
If we both had courage to speak our mind.

Your hands so delicate yet strongly hold to safety,
Like an eagle watching for a single sign to fly;
I wish I could hold them fondly in mine,
Let intimacy tame fear of the foreign.

Not so far physically, yet on the edge of running,
First conversation can't be that harming,
So I pledge to you, stay, as I wish to do,
Who know, maybe next time I will speak to you?

A leaf in a crust
let afar this parade
that tidy a tree
so soon my plea
here through the town
our smoothly planned route
now a destination for all.

Some people
are mirages.
They are completely real
and yet altogether
do not exist.
You see them and you want them
Oh! how you long to taste their cool, refreshing streams
Oh! how you long to bask in their icy, protective shades
Oh! how you long to visit them over
and over
and over

And yet
You cannot.
"Why?"
You think
Where is the stream?
Where is the shade?
Where is my paradise?
Can I not visit it once more and again and again?

No,
You cannot.
For mirages only exist
when you need them to.
Deserts
to be exact.
Where there is nothing
and you are desperate
and thirsty
and hot
and dying.
You needed that stream
so it flowed
and was real.
You longed for that shade
so it grew
and was real.
You were dying
so you made up a person
and called it your paradise.

But the phenomenon here is
Your paradise, your mirage,
the person you invented,
really does exist.
In fact, they helped you invent them.
You see
Mirages are all sparkly and waiting and beautiful
With emptiness underneath
They long to be invented.

"A stream? Here it is, it has always existed."

"Shade? ah yes, this tree has sat here a thousand years
waiting for you."

"Leave you? Never, you can visit me any time you like,
in fact it is you who leaves me."

These people, these Mirage people
exist between two worlds
quite on purpose, it seems.
That way,
they never choose unwisely
Or face reality
Or live their lives.
But somehow,
I don't believe they're aware of any of this
at all.

How sad it must be
to be a Mirage Person
And never, truly exist.

My Dearest Black Dahlia
Stumbling in these neon streets
Waiting to be torn in two
Be my carrion pin up model
Adorned in imprinted diamonds
With porcelain skin icy stale
Murderous glamor
Gleaming and serene
Posing like a minx
Half here and half there
A hauntingly mesmerizing woman
Should I be fearful
Or should I be in love
I suppose this is maddening
But I am smiling all the while
Bright and all Irish
Welcome to Hollywood
My Dearest Black Dahlia

Bolero

Roll….slowly,let me rope your soul solely,
As you feel the Sandmans touch take control see,
Theres a whole lotta atmospheric pressure involved,
Rhymes gamed, flames flamed- new riddles to be solved,
Dissolve yourself in my dissolution,
Sudoku rhymer-kabuki solution,
My approach comes over the crowd like a wave-

Hypnotic suggestions -  your psyche’s enslaved,
Sway,stay,pray - I prey on your grey matter,
Thoughts dreams and scenes flee all become scattered…
A battered suit of plate armour that STILL holds firm,
Come with me as I whisk you away into the firmament,
See stars born and die in mere millisecs,
Come get drawn further every parsec,
Away from Earth a mere ball of dirt,
Some try to escape their fate the truth can hurt...

But we’re all stardust,so return to your beginnings,
Still spinning,no sinning hear the Multiverse singing,
my Bolero whips you tight in triple time,
dance with me hold tight to my rhyme…

moon
crude
road
crane

Shines                      far
awakes, evokes
in me              vibrant      
           sparks

It heats my cold soul
in line
with the         cooled
    past

me and you
choking.
      
               (free up the wolves
                 that don't howl
                 in packs)

shine shine
little moon(shine)
give me back the dream
I didn't spred alone
                    
I've darken weaker
             Betraid
                    by myself    
                    
  lost
            
collision
powerful mystery
Following the unnoticeable glow

            invisible
           desirable
         unforgettable

stoping to want to darken
I'ts not thinking       to live

          but who doesn't follow the light
lost it's spirit
           on the cross

You remind me of what seduces me
fear against light

I see your crown
I follow you on the prow

moon
we are the same
shine
and glow

flow.

We meet, I obsess
I wait for a text, end up barraging them with more
I overthink myself into a crazy stupor
The cycle continues on.

I tell myself to stop
It's one more thing for me to think about
It's one more situation to waste my time
The cycle pauses, then restarts again.

Everyone knows about it because I tell them
I stop myself with metaphorical duct tape
I rip it off and tell everyone anyway
The cycle has no ending once it has begun.

This is the mistake I constantly make
I feel clingy, even though I probably am not
(But I am, so it is fruitless)
The cycle rotates in the backburner, a solid reminder.

It’s not a crush, it’s just a shortlived fascination
I declare my love, as I do for countless others
Masochism is apparently inbuilt
The cycle goes on, an infinite loop of repeated thoughts.

there must be something
about the shifting shapes of flames
that keeps us riveted

visual spectacle
combined with purpose
   burn it up

and when it dies
the desire to have
   more of the same

feed in another log
watch eagerly
how it catches on
bursts into yellow reddish stars
   *******
burns bright for a while after
later glows darkly
and dies unless refreshed

a suggestive
   yet illusionary
image
   for our lives

The world
it overwhelms me
and i figured out the cause

point to something
and I'll tell you why it is SO beautiful
ANYTHING
give me a situation

I figured it out
Why I over think over think
because everything is beautiful
and GOD it keeps my mind running
I want to look at it longer
and I want to elaborate on it in my head
forever.