I'm into masochism
Yes masochism because I get enjoyment from my pain
My pain that bleeds with emense rage through my passion for you
Making me see through what I believe is real so I push through it
Remove it with what is seen as invisible walls constantly drawin me into you
Yup ladies and gents I'm into masochism
I'm willing to subject myself to this type of torture because I believe there is something on this horizon that will make me buy into what is in the crystal ball
Fortune telling
"Fortunate to have you boy I'm so glad your in my world...rest assure as the sky gets blue blessed the day..."
That I found you
You glowed as a bold man so I couldn't stand to not say anything
So I said LET FREEDOM RING
Marched right over with words so convincing
Martin said " I HAVE A DREAM!"
Dreams of you
But it's a constant battle tryna break through
So the untold vulnerabilities continue to be unsaid
Laying in a bed of unspoken words that I know are there cuz I see them in your eyes every time I look at you
So yes people of this blessed universe I announce I'm into masochism
I guess you can call me a *******
One that inflicts conscience pain that moves along my spine moving to my nervous system that moved throughout my body so I feel you all over
So it's not over...

I can see now the injury..
The tear which ripped through a soul..
The irresistable gravitational force it has..
An internal super nova, made blackhole..

See the bandit who robs children?
Of their fantasy world of "safe"..
Their image of a benevolent universe..
Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space..

Time folds there as it captures..
Pain too emense to fit in inside..
Frozen solid for later feeling..
Moments from which we all hide..

Layers and piles of "protection"..
From hurts too bitter to taste..
Too cutting and raw in the knowing..
Too "gone" for time to waste..

Some more "protected" than others..
With their egos and illusion of control..
These are the ones most troubled..
Their false lives have swallowed them whole..

Now see the ones who show their pain?
Their layers suspended in time?
Perhaps some pulled to look inward..
Through the love of music, art, or rhym..

And others finally forced by fate's will..
To surrender their powerless pieces..
Emptied of excess, their souls cry out..
"I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..

Something familiar ive never seen before.
Beats the doubt of me.
In a shape of a gun
In a mili wink of duration
Pulls
And guts.

Its what you spoke
Not everything that shines is gold
In the minimum intention
I foresake the days of luxury
And withdrew
In a blow of a kiss.

My energy could never
Illustrate the thoughts of
What you mean to me
In its emense originality.

swiver and chiver
Deeper and deeper…

Your hands, lips and eyes
Skin, scent and taste
Danced for the last time
In my brain.

I’m venom
With a Montague name.
Opposing…
Tender
Undeserved miracle.
Created by everything I’m not
Precious and out of this dimenstion.
You are
You are.

It was cold that night
Poppy and heart yeti lover
Staying in their love nest
To keep warm.
Poppy strokes her savage lover’s face
All the while kissing him up
Teasing his lips.
In the hopes that it would arouse him.
Think if Vajramrita would have his way with her
Then poppy would be warm.
The yeti kisses her gently and gets
On top of her
While they kiss
He gets between her legs.
He spreads the and massaging the thighs and womanhood
With his tounge and mouth
Trying not to bite her with his fangs.
She giggled
Because of the emense pleasure.
After he enters her
As they embrace
And kiss.
Two bodies becoming one.
Yin and yang.

Yes, I admit......I lost.....confederately....

The sheer thought and idea that isnt me...

Creating ideas that transcends time and eternity.

Yet, and so yet.....it's hard to equate that demon that dominates my very well being...

Tried and true, like black and blue...the scares that leave me floating in the clouds of emense obesity.....

Full of lies....hate...but disguise...

Yet the light still craves the good that lies within me..

And I'm always on my knees not to be a sore loser, but yet stand an Absymal winner

sometimes
i get the sudden urge to pour every aspect of my soul into the pages of an old, empty book
where i can write endlessly in emense detail about every single reason as to why you are the love of my life
and about how i bet you dont remember that afternoon in the coffee shop downtown where you looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand for the first time
and that you've probably forgotten about that morning where you walked to my house in the pouring rain
but i haven't
because what you dont know is that it meant the absolute world to me
or how you stitched up all the broken pieces of myself, unconsciously sewing in tiny bits of your heart until finally we became
one