Gnosticism guacharos, live disorderly, in the thick of the juncture. Junkyards plethoric, plagiarized with pandemonium, adapting to the actuality that were all inanimate commodities in well built bodies. Garage permeated minds...you cannot preserve a disposition. Then I shall have the upper hand my friend. Cracks in the side walk lead me home...

What would it take to get on that level?
I've done so much.
Been there.
I'd do anything.
And all I want in return is to be thought of,
To be on that level, too.
And to not be taken for granted, ever.

You say
you want
someone to
understand
you.
To get you
on a deeper
level
and really
connect
with you...
Then why do
you push
every
willing
person
away?
-JRM

by the light of the moon he came upon her
her skin glistening in the moonlight
her dark eyes reflecting the stars
so beautiful was she, at the waters edge
watching the moon wave in the ripples
only noticing him when the heat of him grazed her
she saw his gentle eyes in his reflection
felt his heart as his lips brushed her ear
whispering only, "i am yours"
as their reflection became one with the moon

For all was tame and quiet,
Pin drop symphonies rang the bells of my attention
As sound seemed very absence
But in the presence of movement over known
Emitting silent ******
My seances only were aroused
When all the limbs came round the bend
To tumble over interruption
While passive in their flail
A lonely lady frail soon moved from in the dark
Lent to the tilt of my eyes a gentlemen
Then floating out of balance
So near to me in absence of the sun

Lips divided slowly
Seeping breath of the flowing pale
Such absence clustered, subtle glowing
Painted figures from shadows as she stretched the crooked hand
To ***** my collar with uneasiness
While nameless forces bloomed
To guid her fingers to my breast plate
Envy shook within her eyes
That tasted visions of a heart beat
Never pulsing in her ribs
That soon unhinged and spread around me
But in i dove before the grasp
So she would not consume my soul

My body landed in a room
That was the same as such before
I left its confines while floating
Never greeting who soon came
Around the corner, solid form
A figure with my name and face
His heart was absent

Waiting, always waiting
To extend a hand to lonely wonderers.