In your Sillouette,
Painted Gold, against Magic Curtain.
This Oz Stage, Hiding our bodies.
I am lingering.

You are gilded beautiful
Bare ******* pointed at Chandeliers
****** Capstones sealing perfect Arches
I am a foot protruding from your sculpture
In mustard.
I am that blot behind your Hip Bone

Cold Draft from the window
Opened Opposite the Magic curtain
A breath of ocean waves
Our bodies casting illusions
In ripples of Moonlit fabric
Dancing around our sillouette.

Black Moss collects in the shape of your tattoos
Silk screen thighs,
Underbust Corset

where the breeze whispered

where my fingertips wrapped your hipbones.
growing where we Calloused
In our Roughs
In our trenches
Rubbing Leather against Silk

You invested in our common interest.
A mirror, Fastened to the Ceiling.
Reflecting Our Two Loudest Vices.
Ownership,
And your body.

I love the Chips in your paint.
I hate the man who painted you.

infected by Tunnel vision Voyeurism
Sick with a Spiderweb brain
Spinning from your imperfections.
You are so, perfect.

Artists come from all over
To watch the magic curtain.

Your Golden arching Back.
My Mustard Toes.

we all look at you,
even you look at you.
we do not Blink.
Just stare, position ourselves.
behind this curtain.

Our callouses grow like the black moss
bodies marble under ocean pressure
erode from the chill winds
Your archaic exhibitionism
Carved From Counting Gazes
Mustard eternally pondering
why our sillouettes, different colors
Drawn by the same moon,
Casted on the same cloth.

To you i would give the passion of the sun
and the shine provoked from simmered grass
and if the moonlight was not safe from your eye,
it's buttermilk glow i would surely pluck down.
To you i would give the midnight chimney smoke
that sillouette on the sky putting cobbles underfoot.
Take my taste of salt as sea white mer-men come
a breeze in the laughter of workmen's homecoming.
I give the feeling when swallowed by field flax
pinpricks of cotton, i'd lay you down bare-skinned.
You empty the film on my flesh camera,
I keep the removal cuts.

My lady is immortal and shines only for me
Setting waves in motion so that I may hear the sea
With skin a white as milk that is mine to behold
And eyes that shine brighter than both diamond and gold

Her ambience inspires those whose love has come and gone
The streaks of sultry melodies create a secound dawn
And I will look upon her sillouette with unfaltering, desiring eyes
As she reaches for me every single night and carries me up high

My lady's essense walks upon the solitary shore
Her hair of silver, so long and silken, that flows forever more
She sips dreams from her teacup and plays amongst the stars
But always keeps in my sight to she show she strays not far

Oh illustrious siren of destiny, look at your lover and smile
Realize he looks to you to carry him through Heaven's aisle
And with the kiss you lay upon my cheeks each solitary night
I dream of you on glowing shores in palaces of white

Grabbing shadows in the hole like alley way
I say
Where is the light you promised to show?
All i can see is my sillouette
Parking itself beneath the moons sigil glow
In the kitchen the size of a cabin Robust figures scramble around to service you
Grabbing Handfuls of bread to make a feast for immortality.

Shadows in the steet lights they crash and slam into eachother
scrambling to see  to it that their own lives are protected...
From who?
Just you?
The one who said feast on this and become what you see in me?
No longer can you be trusted benevolent and respectless...
So bring forth your evil and rain down your sludge
in the alley I'm grabbing footprints that lead to hospitality
Im stabbing peasants drinking essence from the stained blood that i touch
Now it seems so exact
Now i see..While dancing in this carnivorous place where i can see the moon
I've brought upon myself a strain a darkness we call doom
The sludge that you rain down covered in limbs bloodied from mastication
Is what we see in you...
A meaningless intolerance a public scream from excess bliss a carnage from the blue abyss
An alley way
The cavernous

inside your pale eyes

is only my sillouette

you see nothing else of me

I think the sky looks best when it reminds
you of Hogarth or other of those 18th century paintings
with dark, tight clusters of small leaves
which scalpol and sillouette
against the powdery blue and creamy spaces
I imagine that I look down at my feet
and see satin shoes,
shimmery and slightly scraped apart at the seams.
The kind of shoes that would
look at home places by deep eggshell blue skirting boards
and bare floors
and light faded crimson rugs. Spindly legged furniture
accompanied by sounds of stiffened hand-sewn
dress skirts grazing the floor like a wedding march
Instead, I feel the cold and dry breeze
pass by my skin and into my lungs
and stomach and every other *****
or miniature tree branch vessel.

I think about what the Landscape would have
looked like three or four hundred years ago,
because it couldn't have looked like this
Now, I realise that like those paintings, this
sky, breeze, leaves and trees are merely an
impression
Not familiar enough or filled with enough bleached light

I would like to think that in another three
or four hundred years others will be breathing
a similar cocktail of air and pollution reminiscent of mine
and provoke some similar feeling

They might visit clothes like the ones I wore
In Museum basements they will be categorised in brown paper boxes
encapsulated in white tissue paper
labels hanging from under the lips of box lids
pencil marks indicating contents.

I havent slept in 3 days but how can I rest when I'm awake.. 3rd day that I've opened my eyes to my reflection and seen a brand new face.im loosing my skin
:1st day... Confused running like the chicken and deer, a stick snaps like a car door opens and I'm paranoid that was the last thing I got to say to her..
Day 2: mathematics.. they just clicked I started going through years and days.. like did I just make that all up.. no way... Let's just play..how they add up to the point I'm pacing thinking I need to veer center and Grey..
UnorthodoxMethods without any drugs,
People must think that I'm a ***** or assume im deep now with thugs.. but it's something I never felt before and I've started to notice it more and more .. it starts in the stomach with pain and then
gets me to over think till it bounces like thoughts of how to say I love you peacefully and also act the same way without taking advantage of each others lovely things..
Okay.. no more  games loki.. karma's set. Anubis around my neck with 5 points that all intersect .. and I'm sitting in the **** center of it.. I go through this.. i go through it again.. I drink coffee recheck and  ask a friend. I've lost myself a second or two now and then and even asked for help from the others who play clueless but I think they are it's protection.. Raphael will slaughter any who touch .. then I found another stepping stone.. remembered Ancients love the creation of lust..
But no surprise .. no-one came or responds. Lost between reality and conspiracy.  what now do I do to explain my therory.. I may write a book that will last past my history .. combine us as the king and use my middle name to handle me... But  with all this knowledge of how everyone has 2 find real in truth.. I got no proof biggie.. but if I was Tupac I too would need time to be blue.. **** the dog Kingsman, And beat your brother inches from life You English Man of Letters...
Even though.  Most aren't this clever..
Even though the red burns his eyes despised by ways I visiualized but quickly and swiftly im told too get over the sacrifice of 1 and then both will DNA and curve back in ..3 is Devine. energy can't escape it's exact rhythm and rhyme so let that sink in like quicksand  maybe this time ive just went to far.. just to elighn and see the heaven placed over your world  in a dementional aspect.. i catch glimpses of hell as well when I play with my own head and personal issues..
It's crazy too.. one quick white orb.. and a black Sillouette.. if I focus or look not showing I'm looking or dragging the obvious .. I can see invisible  beings that look like propane leaks...
Funny how I can even bring it back to my childhoods favorite game Halo.. they say only the elites can disappear.. but they been training me since I was baby bro..
Now I can just make a Jesus out of you???
The one thing I always wanted to do.. preach and podium Kennedy but I needed proof it was meant for me....and now i sound like another view.. but I am a prodigeys son to the father that's only 1.. he holy cause a ghost found the love in something so Devine it's Angel angelic moved .. after it was word I spoke it .. when they though they can't be moved.  I let it happen and  it gets crazier delving in my truths... Morphing into one until the ships go dim and give us the new human illusion we are hurling towards the son.. his April my circle July initiation .. I remember a straight stare and I heard him say welcome..then vibrations..but from there all I found was more human error .. I now made a,
or make this,
pact with the moon to protect the sun and watch over the children when it's cloudy and the spies can't see nothing..

I'm so negative on the fact  ... I'm that good that bad follows me to test my enlightenment and spine discs the vertabre holds tight so I am both sides of peace.. but i am to spiritual to change my persona and end up a violent genetic cell change to a beast.  last encounters weird... Grim, death.. last one to be met..3 years ago.. but last one left.. after 7 years my final test... Watch how I sacrifice my best friend for the knowledge i later regret ..
I'm the best wait... All the horseman think Im going to *** appeal there favorite guest.
His wife, his daughter.. maybe I should repent innocent and except I'm in it for what's next im no Martyr just a human getting it off his chest.. we are.. you know what i know.. yes. Yes.. quit saying the names of the people involved youve never met..
It's killing me like matrix.  
rejoining all that isn't when is .. is something I can only geuss..
Red or blue pill I'll just sit up and wake up cause I geussed.
leaving today though now I see he was death.. part of my awakening and now his and his fullfillment of quest.. hes the last horsemen but he holds his breathe there all waiting on my last event. that now 3 days of no rest phathom to true.. jan5th and my promise of laws I gift .. its just half the battle between the time I need to fix this mess.. I'm on my 9th life this is the last one I have to get.. I been telling myself this everyday since my head concussion and ***** when I realized the deer was dead. .. under a bridge.. memory rewind.. down the steps... This hallway is dark I can't find the floor ..oh wait... A door.. key pad.. 2 silent Marines and i mash the buttons... A unbalanced and static type of disfunction..
Picked up by the white coat man happy to see me again gazing into my eyes like he's surprised I found myself there again.. is this a dream or have I left... 12 with us as 1 , time of the 5 points they add up to as you 2..
112592.. that's me and you... 9+2 x 2 what is up is down so side to side is true too.. now at 47 I see the numbers never lie in truth.. April leo February and January too.. last one is the question... I geuss a random 1020 .. cause for some reason.. I feel it's the Law placed in front of me... 27 25 5.. is 77 and it all is something..
Just devide 3 laws.. and really it is.. do the math I'm not going gummy dummy no money ****** freaky deaky what the heck does this freak believe..??
don't or do forget about who leads the world ..
But in all truth it's a female age.. so as of today that's.. 6,9 and ask me... All together decided by double 7 is 33.4°.. How long does a coincidence repeat .. until it's arguablly no fallacy.??.. When in all reality.. evidence has proven immortality.. ya devide by 2.. and then ask daughter 2.. how old are you ..

BTW tell them I miss them too.. I heard the tears last night and I'm dieing without all of you too... 5 points

Only  a stranger with time.
A friend in memory,and a lover in life.
His soul engraved in my heart, his spirit blankets me in the dark.
      As a cool breeze passes by me ,thats when I feel his feather touch ,which gives me chills so briefly.
When I look sharp and afar is when I see his sillouette walking slowly then disapearing into the dark

Scattered shavings of pencil led
To line the dusty floor.
Sketched art instead of words unsaid
Sleeping behind closed doors.
A sillouette in graphite lines
Surfaces in the dark,
When light shines out and down again
The creature does embark.

It’s both strange and disturbing how even after all the time between us, the mere mention of your name in casual conversation or a fleeting glimpse of your sillouette from my periphery still has the power to make my stomach churn and cause this sutured heart to sink from it’s cavity.

My memory is fading,
your face, a burnt and ashen sillouette
of blood in my mirror.
Catch me, I'm falling,
hiding in a nightmare of *******
unrealized sexuality,
unwanted.

I'll spin on out,
uncatchable,
ruining lives along the way,
carrying only the broken memory of you,
Love.

In my memories you're just a sillouette
Your outline smudged and grayed
I can't see your face
Your voice is muffled
Void of  gestures
I've known you the longest
but I can't remember
"She lives on in your memories"
No, she doesn't

When there is no God and no memories
What do I have left?

when the sunsets on the prairie the moon begins to rise
stars watching over me in the midnight skies
cactus in the sillouette  casting shadows on the sand
  moon shining up above lighting up the land

the quiet of the night  in the gentle breeze
such a peacful feeling puts my mind at ease
clouds go floating by.  like blankets in the night
silky as can be pure and so white

makes me warm inside sets my spirit free
gentle and so calm wakes the soul in me
i can feel the breeze gently floating by
moon shining up above in the prairie sky

In my memories you're just a sillouette
Your outline smudged and grayed
I can't see your face
Your voice is muffled
Void of  gestures
I've known you the longest
but I can't remember
"She lives on in your memories"
No, she doesn't

When there is no God and no memories
What do I have left?