I extend my hand to you, hoping our

Combined strengths just might prevail.

You reach for it, bite down, blood on your mouth

Tastes succulent -  far from stale!


I'm at my limit, need a sign of hope - fighting not to choke!

I see the light of dawn, vanishing - all but gone!

Now what the **** can I do?



It seems you feed off my anguish, force-feed me

All your wretched entropy!

You never wanted out, just to pull me in,

Now I'm buried six feet deep!!!



I'm at my limit, need a sign of hope - fighting not to choke!

I see the light of dawn, vanishing - all but gone!

Now I haven't got a ******* clue!



You think your substance will sustain you but,

In time they will all fail.

Still compared to the thoughts racing through my

Mind, this event will pale.



At last, I break.

At.  The.  Seam.

You've taken.

All.  From - Me...



I'm at my limit, need a sign of hope - fighting not to choke.

I see the light of dawn, vanishing - all but gone.

Now what the **** can I do?

I'm at my limit, need a sign of hope - fighting not to choke.

I see the light of dawn, vanishing - all but gone.

Now I haven't got a clue!



I am undone - now, all because of you,

And on this day I must swear...

I ******* HATE YOU!!!!

Off on a tangent
My fingers in transient
Clasping and clutching
sensing and touching-
While they still can,
Before our crossroads split
And exigency omits
That peculiar feeling of familiarity
And all absconds that impression of clarity
Then it is goodbye
With all relics of that high
All remnants of our contingence
Because our futility is insistent

Your words in forms of whispers
Replacing what I call music
Your breathing warm and deep
Serving as my source of air
Your arms that envelop me
Providing refuge
Your touch that with every linger it
burns
It leaves traces
along those places
a contingence

Something vivid
Something surreal
Something perfect; impeccable


But then at one moment my eyes started to flutter
The vision of you beside me
Disappeared
Then I realized
*I woke up

it is far too difficult to fathom exactly how substantial the universe is. our observable universe consists of galaxies and other matter that we can figuratively speaking, observe in present day.

the word observable could quite possibly infer that we, as humans could embrace or have the privilege to witness contingence with these universes, which most literally, is in fact not possible.                                                  

but i my darling am so very privileged.
for not only can I observe this universe, but i also can embrace you,
this universe.

you, my love are my universe.
the milky way in your toes, stars in your eyes.
planets on your shoulders, and comets in your thighs.

i am oblivious to the fact that while you are mine, more than that,
you belong inside the intellect of the Lord, and i must appreciate you,
because like all things, you too, one day will disappear.
from the sky, from God's intellect, but moreover from my life.

There, an vivid effigy on my mind,
your lusterous eyes were on me.
Brightness to my pitch-black existance,
sweet remedy for one broken soul.

Together, facing the tides of time,
our unfathomable contingence.
Caressed old wounds yet beat my heart,
all but the smallest fraction of you and I.

the song of nature's brilliant notes

leaves brush off their nearest friend
and scrape to each beat of the tree's heart

the birds call to their be-loved
across mirror edged pond that
one bad step would shatter to an infinite well clearly seen as the night sky on this canvas of water
duck gandolas traverse its scape heeding the way for the pack behind
bravely spreading the heavens within their wake

yet the bugs, how they produce sound so freely
serene strings relay a contingence of something familiar
a home of nightlights strung by wings flittering, generating the fire inside for
not only themselves but I.
i hear their tongue again

but it costs as little to all to listen

So, fight it.
It degrades you, each day,
it breaks you away,
reducing you to your most insignificant form.
It makes you feel every negative aspect of a situation,
and leaves you in despondency.
The craving, for control of your emotions,
is overpowered by the carelessness of those around.
This makes us stronger, but makes you feel weak,
for it degrades your contingence.
So, fight it. Don't let words get to you,
you have your own rights,
you have your own beliefs.
so stand strong for what you are, for what you have,
cause when everything gets taken away,
You don't want to be left astray.