i like the communism acknowledged by ants
and terminites,
but that brothel bit where
we plagiarise lions
just to get islam?
**** that, let’s try again,
and again,
and again... until
the rhytms of the labrador and
the tricep conincide with a society
worth living in,
the utopia of my grandfather
i wished i lived in only compensated
by achilles and hercules...
imagine! only by achilles and hercules!
only by achilles and hercules!
hell with you!
hell with you for stealing that from me
and giving me the antionette john paul ii...
that gave me a statue and not a job -
endearing as the entering applause,
hell with you, discarded western of the jeans...
i'd go back to ukraine had
i claimed justice in a society that divided me
to make justice unclaimed and literature
for worth of being unclaimed...
had such society existed... the mongols
would have conquered it by simply yawning /
as opposed to mustard stink /
what? west's the best daddy's girl hello
boy dylan **** jim morrison?
you're ahead of yourself in the electra complication
with the decided cold war no.2 originating with the
kalashnikov & katyusha in pseudo-ottoman hands;
hell with you! stay middle class and un-fuckable!

I find myself floating in thoughts of everything
How much I love you lay in bed with you
Just talking
In utter silence we still know each other better than we can explain to others
When we're apart we dream of each other
And when we do not dream
We feel restless
And tired
And exhausted by someone elses presence
That slight nudge saying here they are
Other half, partially in this person
It makes us sick
To think anyone else could even come close to either of us
And when we lay in bed
With each other
Bodies caressing
Steady rhytms
Clumsy manners
We don't want to be anywhere else
Our minds concentrated on keeping us closer
And our bodies enjoying themselves
And our emotions fill the air with tensions against expectation
We do not wish to leave our sides
Simply yearning to stay in those silent moments forever gives us an unstoppable drive

a nice young
golden dog,
barks,
joyful.
i think it's
smiling.

following confusion:
vigil nights,
unstructured rhytms.
the timing of
loneliness.

everytime, searching.
everything, nothing.

emotions in
motion,
no reaction.
close coming
determined full moon.
a journey
searching
understanding.

what am i expecting to
receibe?
the same i give away
with my foolish
acting?

(cannot remember
my dreams)

why is always
such a mess
sharing?

(dreaming is
searching)

endless red
sky. filling
concrete with
tired, golden
leaves.

eyes moving,
tightening.
veins full of
blood,
feeling.

is that
freedom?

outside,
a beatiful warm
afternoon,
smiles.

I didn't have time
to hit snooze
I was enthused
by my muse
Her name is
  POETRY

She crawls and beats
rhytms out my mouthpiece
It vibrates with such
a chase and win
with the narrative
of my pen

Gravity cushions
as I let
my body flow

I stand still
inside a quantum physics
Parallel universe
Just Me and The Verse

OH, sometimes we slip
cumulative experiences, missing
keys, but on and along some other's
new patterned-rhytms. just buy some
character; hit in hopes to stop
irking measures. we all end up
minding another. hoveling
the initial, and first-prime
enslaver, to rip free from Natural
objection in reality. static-cra-
ziness to me when joints,
droning ambient, crackle
like bubble wrap. pondering
on for far too long, and was I
even to speak, alongside
your falsified grace.

let me undress you
reveal such stunning beauty
your shyness, only enhances
me
your breathing is fiilled
with anticipation
as I feel the heated energy
that you emit
slowly lay you down
hear the the soft growns
as your limp body, awaits me

now, you have surrendered
to me let us do as we please
arms raised above your head
eyes closed, as I explore you

I can feel you shiver, with every
kiss I place
some on the right spot, others
to enhance my love

the slow motion of our bodys
are in deep rhytms, undetered
as your nails leave their marks
and my kisses never leave you

your last words to me, as you close
your eyes are love me forever
my response to you is ditto

I cannot live a single day without a thought of you

Many have come your way but i'm not part of the few

Give me your broken heart and i will mend it with a glue

I will treat you right and you will call your Ex a fool

Let me handle you for a second and you will know my words are true

I will sing to you different tunes and you will love my rhytms and blues

My heart is for you and in my world  you will rule