you're in the palm of the hand
that's holding your head up-
feel weightless
as you may,
gravity
shall shift
with every of
our kiss.

finally.
free.
a soul in replete.
a weight, unleashed.
Where have I found myself, that
it just feels so me?

I'll sprint through the grasses
and dare each acrobatic-
like soccer in summer
or a wild animal in wilderness.

Hands in my pockets
with a jazzed overtone
Strolling a swagger

real friends never step away
but sometimes,
they seperate.

the loss of you was so different, so new.
the choice of abandonment and betrayal still enfeebles me, losing my best friend in death, but we are alive.
it lived, but was it a lie?
what was fake? were the feelings different inside?

ive been in your position more
than i care to admit,
thats why i can tell you with certainty
that what you are breeding is all just a *******

seeds of doubt are like weeds
that nosey neighbors snicker
at yet plant. waiting
as if you owe it to them
to uproot yourself to their
idea of a perfect lawn.

the creation of
your world of projections
walks on two feet
and loves eternally.

let it reflect back now
and live whole
in your beauty.

slowly the clock strikes
slooowllllly
time a meer mirage-
an illusion that imprisons
us to what one is told to do.
slooowlllly
night becomes day.
foreseen infinite concieves me, as I concieve it.
prayers of eons in but hours.
the love of relation: you being there to become with me, as I, you.
all while in a timeless space.
sanctuary, in any darker room
slooowlllly.☆

golden butterflies
flutter in whimsical waylays
lighting the stars and the stellaris.

a white yellow mesh
of brilliant brushes
and healing discussions.

to be happy in the darkness
is to cling to love as
tightly as one can.

it is quite hard,
but rewarding in persistance against lie,
to not have other's words write you.

a slandered abandonded mold
that might once fit
their own ego.

i stray in wilds of unknown
feeling grace of but wind and what stands in wind.
no serial fabrication, but chance's kiss.

grace of my own will: an energy's moral compass i still know to be aligned true.

there was something or another
lovely and lonely
that was shared for a brother
ugly and only
that you could have called it his and yours
or yours and his.
it was, a boring hiss,
a submissive kiss,
like a leering lisp;
and there he sat,
and there he missed
missing with his last
goodbye wish-
for you ran,
you ran,
until you were
more than amiss.

she's afraid he might just be more than everything she could have wanted.
the life, of endearment and comfort,
of excitement, of trouble, and the dreamy star-stuffs of the vision over hills.

but really, he is only just enough for her.
(he consists of only- like, hallmark platitudes)
and she deserves to be within " you are good and better of enough ".

they reached up to the universe
for their comfort,
pulling down the
webbing of constellations
to rub smoothly their cheek
like a child would their
mother's soft dress.

time has passed
and you have been
helped to forget
there are the
tremendously
good things about
me.

disgusted of defamators.
their word's: misinformation-
a disgusting wax to the ears.

Our statements are in stone-
talk really is just all jabberwocky.

Living to serve
the agents of this world
requires intensly keen eyes
and even brighter hearts.

The Shaper is blind
to everything
but the mind.

I truely believe I make mom proud
that's what I hold on to,
that's what I hold on to.

he said,
she said,
a whole lot
of things

there's a promise
under each word
we strive to live

we are true
and truth has
change

there's guilt in
what we said
that we can no
longer hold,
it's hard, but
we carry on

we only desire
to know certainly,
but certainties
hide their face
to the future
we wish to secure

these spiders in the rafters
don't weave webs,
they just stare with
all 8 legs and 53 eyes.
hark they marking their prey from
high above.
they want me to
save myself by wandering my eyes up
to them camoflauged in the architecture and
play in their mirage of angels that
give like gargoyles.
well, I wonder if they feel the spit
as it lands on the concrete at
my feet.
or miss the kiss of sanctity's sweet.

for some odd reason,
we are all blessed
if we believe
we are chanced
to be.

her hair was split between pink and blue,
but her smile and eyes were the color that
shown right through !

i say things that others would say.
the others that wish to tear you down.
i know i have positive intent instead.
to push you to strive above.
to a grander image i see in you.
i base that higher entity all in reality, all of the healthy
and the unhealthy.
I admit ive been selfish in that acquisition of that greater image.
on what I wanted or felt needed from you too.
not just based on what I saw of you.
to go completely selfless is to lose one's self.
the sad truth is if it kills your identity too large, i will seek to love you under different terms, different definitions.
no longer will i allow either of us to suffer in cycles, when we know we want wants best for eachother.

recursive tones in melodic notes of
healing.
just your own to listen, instead of to be heard.
hypnotic colorful tessalation, crafted in fugue, filling your mind with ease.
do not fear, the origin: benevolence.
alas reflections of shadows constructing fractions of the source of fractions of remnance of the whole.
Just enough truth, with trust, is a gift from the creator.

the drapes that covered them
as they watched you enter the front door
had no holes
when he was floating
beyond the banister.

the ghost you never saw
but always sensed, but they now
thankful that
the weightlessness carries them so dearly.

drowning, but dead, in lush serene waters in a
freefall calming cool gravity
like
resting the eyes on sleepless nights
- hoping for the kiss of sweet slumber.

if you feel not in control-

you are the paintbrush and
the world is the canvas in
which you paint.
with words, with actions
with thoughts, with everything.
if I am the paintbrush,
then who or what is the artist
painting ?
is it me ?
is it you ?
is it us ?
could it be everyone ?
do I allow you to use me ?
to write what it is
the audience so pleases ?
and are we all paintbrushes ?
and, if so, is each to a collection
of which is the art ?

where is the source of your ink ?
for a pen is like a brush.
and what pictures are drawn from it ?

and how do you love ?
is it so openly a suggestion
you breath it out like air ?
you breath it in like perfume ?

well, the woods are starting to burn again,
and I can not deny that it smells fantastic.

how does he stand so tall
through all the things he faces
and all that he has faced?

they make you stronger
and the scars become your armor.

open yourself up to me
so you can join me in the heaven
you helped create.

i've been searching for a spell to bring you back.
some line of words
with the right magical meaning
to lead you back to our love.

to a happy cheerful world
where dreams run like rivers.
where hurt is nothing but a past tense.

i don't recall the past dark parts of memory
i just know they build me. i capture them in the moment
to ensure no future rue.
here future has presented me a smile
anew.

Who thought you and me
An Everlasting decree
Loving endlessly

If I were to die today
I'd like to be trapped
In that moment
for eternity slowly
moving in our embrace
to the
sounds of eachother's
hearts

errant skies, orange like sherbert
clouds of grey slowly move by unfettering my ear,
lost times i couldnt heal,
i break free on the taste of ice cream on my tongue
as the clouds around where i fly form a pond
in which i soak in.
the stillness of water. calm wave
in the shallows.
whisked to a burling bastion of a blue school of fish their
scales shining the new found suns light reflecting off my eyes as sparkles
that happen to fall and turn to purple soda and land on my tongue.
whisking around in my form of glee, a new scape of snow and snow
covered grass and snow
falling amid twirling streetlighted paths.
As I fall and I land too and then stand in an old jacket and in my old fleece hat.

The cold of those nights.
Like taking a breath mint but it always stayed somewhere placed within your head. The core, i guess. If you placed yourself right, snugged yourself tight, you'd be an unstoppable machine against the cold.
And with it came the power of being in that ubiquitous beauty.
Every single snowflake.
A present.
I bask in it
It might be bad right now i think to say at THIS moment in THIS time,
That it tastes a little like you
But I don't deny the truth

welcome to your parody!
people-pleasing in fakeness,
forced laugh track atmosphere,
a projection party of bodys and minds,
some ingenuine fellowship against
false villians.

fly higher and soar deeper and love in a collective nest.
hopefully you'll figure out the rest.

death keeps knocking on my door,
and, quite honestly, it's still the hardest
answer to ignore.

my heart may be too heavy to hold.
but please, soothe my scars.

when we broke,
when it didn't work
itself out,
i left the definition,
the labels that you
constrained me in,
and you kept to
that i left
even when, i said and knew, i
was still there all along.
when i was still the same man.

dangling in front of your face
hidden in plain sight
the same love i had gave
under new names.
you felt none of my gaze,
the heaven's light never
ceased,
i was just the ghost
trying to gift you a way
to the key
of your own head-maze.

sit next to me
in silence,
we shall converse
with our thoughts.