Like a white moth in a black mirrored box your moon-spune dress gleams in the balmy  night.
Your the spike in my vein.The lurching tune caught in my brain.Your a cheep motel delight.

A whisper says you're all I ever wanted.All and more.I stretch and shivers as you tear me,repair me,deliver me to that alter etched with the words" forever " and  " Adore " marked (always)

Burning sage in a bushel, haze forms the veil of mystery that laps the sinew of you thighs and cloaks your dark imploring eyes. Where crimson blossoms,bloom, then burn to warm the Passions treachery.

Smoke drifts across the ceiling, like the ghost of a dozen lovers.
And the heat is thick and stifling
Though I threw aside the cover. My hand is tangled in your hair.When I wake up you won't be there just raven Tressel in my fist ,and my empty wallet on the stair.

The morning rays broke on my gaze. Now I'm sitting on the floor. And I drink to the memory of taste. The salt upon your lips. The rim of the glass cannot compare. I smile and draw a sip.

I cut some gauze and taped it down,where you took your pound of flesh before wrapping it up and carrying it out agaisnt  your shinny dress. And when it came time to package your prize.What better thing to choose. You bundle the still beating morsel up in a page from yesterday's news .

Once an energy combines forces, is no longer mine,it belongs to both of us.The energy  that is me ,becomes one with good friends,family and really good pals. Adopted family is hard to find.People you trust once in a while  to be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!! For the storm that I came in on the great blizzard, the great fire I came from can be healed and cooled with a  good flame of repsotic love

What,of these hands will my mind tell me,
Warm placid bliss,with every scaring thought.
One more time ,I must dismiss myself,for in front  of life's mirrors,I seem to be caught.
Seconds bleed slowly into hours
As once long forgotten memories resurface thought the scars.
Stop, before gets to bad
Before I can no longer see
Not the world around me
Rather,who I'm supposed to be
I beg you ,please ,stare

One day the trees blew
Leaves fell by the curb side
Winter came,then slow death all through
Followed by the planet's down side
At the open bay side,you provide, and played pie eyed
You describe . Help the planet survive

Rocks fell down the hillside
Besides the great trembling water fall,is left the great thundering wind step aside

In such a hurry, it calls for bad flurries
Hurry again and take cover inside
We may all end up to coincide
The great wind and I sublimely dined
Drifts slowly into the tide of the minds eye

     TREES;COLLIDE:AS NATURE
                     SUBSIDIES
Lord knows she has tried, to help us multiply
But for what and why ,to fall by the waist side,in histories great divide

SHE HAS TRIED ALL SHE CAN PROVIDE
FOR ALL OF NATURE IS JUST LIKE HER,STARTING TO DIE

She is not a child from the wild side ,her Spectrum applied
She had been told many lies
And she ask the sky ,WHY SO MUCH MUST DIE, to save the souls of all,to all us quantify

And she truly asks why????????
So many of NATURE'S greatest gifts are thrown away.Get away from the **** heat,by way of NATURE'S defeat

   THEY SAY IT COULD BE ANY DAY ,NATURE'S great defeat
But Greta doesn't believe them anyway on this day.
We cry away today,not to walk the long through NATURE S sordid highway.

We hope for a great tidal wave to save the planet, just for this day today .Must  it all die away on the great sands of the tide ,the greatest diatribe of life, I do describe to apply
How dare you let the planet cry
How can you continuously lie
How dare you continuously let us all fry.

          WHY!!!!
                  WHY!!!!
               ­           WHY!!!!
Must NATURE pry and continue to just badly try and again it's just a big lie. But still they dont trust her,she has the greatest allure, for the great possibilites and a great future, for our beloved MOTHER NATURE, FORSURE.!!!!!!

The bibleoclasam(destroying the spirit ceremonosely)you experience is a dichotomy to me.Your atraraxia(freedom from fear) is your falter point. The pother(fuss)you give life is a beautiful mellifluous (having a rich flow).My anger phobia (fear of getting mad or angry)is not a Apple-knocker (ignorant or unsophisticated)I hope.Your smiles lights up the room and my eyes go alight. Every thing comes very pady-sticks(very easy) to me in general. I'm going to be very Gullas (bold and daring).All human action's have one or more of these seven causes, chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason or desire (Aristotle).At his best man is the Noblest of all animals, separated from law and justice, he is the worst. I count him braver who overcomes his own desire then he who conquers his enemies, for the hardest victory is over YOURSELF. Every adversity, every  failure and every headache carries with it the it the seedof an equivalent or a greater benefit. It has become apparently obvious that are technology has exceeded our humanity..(Einstein) TO be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue. These five things are gravity of the soul,,sincerity, intelligence kindness and free everlasting love. If you break your kneck, if you have nothing to eat, if your  house is on fire, then you have a problem. Every thing else is merely an inconvenience. In adversity remember to keep an even mind. Sometimes the arcasia(lack of self control).I feel in dealing with your emotional set. Your  enantiodramia(conversion of something)into the accismus(into the opposite).I can't always use euphonious(pleasing soft words)to quell your misplaced fear or anger, or unexplained science to you. I will not be glaikit(stupid ,foolish, or thoughtless)in my words. I will not try to be fagacious(transient or fleeing)explanation. But will base what I believe is a truth. My eyes twitch open as I breathe in the smoke. My mouth starts to water, and my emotions feel broke. Still I look up to those glue white blue eyes. Of the blind man who's busy sawing off my legs. And all the while he shows me that sweet tooth grin. And he kicks, kicks, kicks. These legs don't wanna quit.

Yeah they kick, kick,kick. I'll be buried in this pit.Well. I'm bleeding fast,half buried in this junk heap.With this leather bound scarecrow man. Were a roughshod  ramshackle pair. I feel you slice my tendon, and the saw blades catching on my bone. And I know so well that ant nobody gonna convince you I'm a okay spirit. You say you were almost all alone my boy. Yes we were almost all alone together. And all i will look at those celertrian blue eyes. Now all I can  hear is my laugh. Again is his spitting scream. Now all I can hear is his laugh and my scream. This I know for sure is the blue eyed beauty. And all I know for sure is that toothy swelling grin.And my nostrils twitched from the smoke and the blood. And the rusty saw blade makes a scrape and a tear. And the warm drops keep falling on my  eyelids and my face. Yeah, those warm drops keep falling on my head. He'll never put away that toothy smiling grin. And I'm screaming.Here me screaming. Hear the old ******* choking and gargling. When his wind pipe crumbles in my fist. See him drooling blood all down those sore-coverd,sandpaper lips. And while he grins a toothy boyish grin. He's grinning at me with that grin of desire. I can't get rid of the celertrian blue eyes, with the Fara Fosit smiles

-Relax
-Calm,be calm young one

I heard the strangers voice, and having no frame of  reference with which to originate myself within my surroundings, I readily took heed to these soothing words. Only to soon find my senses entirely overwhelmed as my mind and my body caught up to each other at the same moment. Feeling the most unusually bizarre sensation of having been just previously located fully within my mind. Panic set in as I found myself naked on some distant planet who's surface was composed disproportionately of foose; extremely fine grained sand. The only feature that stood out in any way was the stump of an obviously dead tree. The stranger ,who I realised was actually seated crossed legged and floating some 6 - 8 feet above the barren surface of the desolate moonscape. He continued to re-insure me of my safety and I was in no danger. I had started to hyperventilate and grew ever so close to losing my vision .When the stranger reminded me that breathing was not necessary in the journey we were  sharing and was he was going stay with me to ensure my trust guarantee, my return to my  body I had  known prior to this remarkable experience.

If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
with honeycomb and send him home to you.

The moon is smeared on a glistening street
and orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar.

I'm watching from the harbor, as ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you

The shoreline is tilting like a drunk. As the stars fill up the tarry bay. The silence like a tubeless hymn, that fills me with a ragged glow.

I'll lay these tired bones on a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
and memories of you

So put on your  bracelet of coral and bone and your crown of fireflies.
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you.

Now I will dance like the pain is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a dark empty room, or my tears at the foot of the bed.