As my lungs crinkle and deflate into themselves,
I'm reminded that breathing is easy
I just **** at it.

I hear Lou Dog bark- good dog- and hope he's still out there, biting pornstars because for sure, not all Rastafarian dogs go to heaven. The music's down here.

But you're just the most boring cliche with a pretty face.
And I'm still surprised you're on this side of the dirt.
What a conscience you have.

(Huh?)

This is what I know of crushingly reckless beauty in
that which overpowers us like a wild storm at sea
or the impossible mountain;

The Devil is in the detail but God is in the whole picture.

I have a lot of pain
It weighs heavy on my brain
I think you know
I think it shows
You touch my thigh,"what is that"
"Oh it's nothing just a fight with the cat"
You sadly shake you head
You know I don't have one, you left it unsaid

We where casual friends that turned into casual lovers
I'm so happy with you under my covers
We leave those three words alone
Knowing they **** any relationship sown
We keep our feeling hidden
Those three words we both decided was forbidden

But we're together every weekend
We pretend we're only friends
But everyone sees what we are becoming
But from those feelings we are running
For without the heart involved
We won't get hurt, that is our resolve

That way my pain on you won't weigh
You can look the other way
My darkness can't touch you
You can over look the things I do
Without those words to bind us to each other
My sadness won't smother

Yep, this relationship is perfect
There is nothing of each other we have to except
If it ends, it simply ends
There will be no heart to mend
Just memories of fun times
Spent under the covers, a taste of the sublime

she reads meat
eyes in a meeting
persistent of the trysts of leather
her steady trap-door arose
in her deposition
the latitude of her nubile degrees
Procrastinates his step,
Subtly overdubbing the scrawny pallid ache
In the etch'd skin, her color-by-numbers comes undone.

Oh there’s nothing you can do to turn this day around
The universe is set in black matter
and it’s oozing here consistently
Milady, Mara’s on another rampage
Try to sit down and enjoy
Maybe this rooftop will hold up long enough
to give us a sublime view

I've never felt your touch on my skin,
But my body craves it as if without conversion it'll collapse.

Your lips have never brushed against mine,
But I can imagine the taste,
Sweetly sublime.

I couldn't stop staring that night,
You were so close,
I should have leaned in.

The way you looked in my eyes,
I was so distracted by your voice,
Transporting my heart into yours.

I couldn't think straight,
Looking back now,
I see my mistake.

I should of pulled you close,
Creating music with our lips,
Our bodies finishing the lyrics.

And I will wait for you like the leaves for their rain.

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist

Ego dwells in all
Serves a purpose over time
Ego screams and hollers
Like one stuck in slime,
When it is time to let go
Go it must for the good of all

Just thank and let it go
Promise it is for the best
That the ego that lets go
Finds peace to reside within
All tamed and mature
To tell many a story
To the future progeny

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist

Bradley, gone too soon.
His absence, a gaping void
Poor ol Louie Dog

~JNc
9~'15

Heightened,
this peace fills me.
I'm calm,
sublime.