Countless tombstones lined up
  like shark teeth
Waiting for the next generation
  to march into their graves
Helmets waiting
  for heads waiting
    for their bullet holes
Dying in the same clothes
  as their father
    and their father
      before them
Because everyone
  loves a corpse
      in uniform
Left,
  Left,
   Left right left
The endless
   mobius strip
        of war

Love flows through your body like a creek
Leaving engravings in rocks, in souls like greeks
Love causes you to fly in the air
Thinking will you have in hier
Love stings like a bee
Throwing away the key
Love can ****
By leaving a hole that has to fill
Love destroys everything
As thinking it's a king

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.

Do you want to write poetry
under sheets of blue oceans
made out of waves of crushed velvet
and dreams of translucent stars
swimming beneath the pleasures of flesh
and painted whispers of lust
moaning songs to the moon
and colors of the hidden rhythm
of a heart waiting to be filled
with the beats of a never ending love
and what do we need of words
or definitions or skin
to redefine the rules of sin
in a place beyond
what our mortal minds
are chained and bound
by nothing more than
a timid fear of what
our imaginations could unleash
when we stop fearing
the illusions of prophets of yesteryear
and become the sounds and beat
to fill our hearts with a never ending love
and the song painted by moans
and whispers to a lustful moon
and we can swim amongst
translucent stars of flesh and pleasure
under waves of crushed velvet
in the ocean and seas
of unwritten poetry

I can run
                from
every monster in
my nightmares
                   But
I can't run from
       Me...