I look up and see this viscus dark, that covers our modern world.
What once was pure as Country heart, where the stars did seem unfurled.
Tis more the time in which we reside, than positions between the tides.

For simpler times with half a mind, or computers smarter than I?
Its so hard to decide, should we even choose sides?
We all lie within the sights.

From Darkened Knights to proxy bytes; Our combat hasn't changed much at all.
The monsters we created have simply updated; They'll soon have us ready to fall.

Our technologies lights seem to blur human rights.
Before you take up your arms or try to do harm; who is really there to fight?

Oh my God
Have you ever felt this?
Man, its great
You become one with viscus
And his holy ember
watch the poppy smoke curl
Into 3 dragons
blowing smoke into the
in
finite
bed time
I can see your magezine
left upon your side table
but it is boring to me
speaking to me without sound
I can hear muffled echoes
in some alluring ancient tongue
Riddle me this
sweet Adeline
why have they gone and put the roof
where your feet should be walking
why do you have a slipknot Cd?
Why do you have empty pill bottles on the floor?
Why are your posters coming to life

And pestering me for the time of
Roger I will get you as a tattoo on my fore arm
if it is the last thing I do
I was gonna get that poem of Helen's done too
In perfect script
oh Helen your words are so beautiful

I want to mold them to.my spirit
I want to.wrap them upon my arms
and sell them to.the poor and blind
The fuzziness is returning now
Telling me to go the **** to sleep
and if I never wake up again....
I want you to know that I love you
I love you I love you
I love

Viscus stream viscous,
Heart to roots and branches of vessels.

Visceral nature vaporized,
While grains and sand disperse to stir yet another pyramid covered in dune.

Vipers show vicious fangs,
As the tide shelter and nurture rain drops upon the vegetation

Vilified to venerated,
So fogged forest of moonlight howl it's innocence.

Veer away vexed motions,
And free from the desire untamed nor untapped.

Vein to vessels,
As the crimson dawn awaken within you!

In twilight you will find me
Dipping tenuous thread
Umber on dun
Sputtering tallow
Tapping ash into my thin skin
As if the tattooed music would soothe
The crawling terror in my gut
Hollow eyed I ply the offal
Crack the marrow mixed with spit
And dirt I form words of earth
And blood and bone
The viscus slippage I devour
The accretion of tears and sweat
In open wounds only births
Words that fester
Were you expecting a pearl?
I am weary of chasing
Beautiful winged creatures
Only begets feathers in my mouth
And dry heaves  
Fluff and nonsense
Raindrops and daffodils
Never sustain
There are no gentle angels
Only capricious minds that rail
Oh the horror of living
Off the remains of throw away moments
Chase the rainbows end
To your designer ever after
You will find me
Teeth bared and waiting
For you to wake up…  
TL Boehm
04/02/13

The bulging black boil
that bursts
spewing spurts
of yellow viscus
poison liquid.

The pulsing throb
of fevered flesh
that spreads it
dark veins
across itself
like a sick spider web.

The tight tendrils
that throttle your throat
till you cough and choke
spitting out your own
saliva.

The foreign feel
of that strange
and sad
forever fatigue
that beckons you to sleep.

The last look taken
as nothing consumes
the consciousness
that once bloomed,
and thoughts of pain
no longer trouble
that particular brain.

I've been dying to tell you about all the crises you cause.
The panic you bring to mind
because I don't have enough of you.
I am going to run out
what if you leave before I finish.
You are locked away
in a box, I cannot open.
What a nervous wreck you cause me to be.
I feel like am empire when you are not on my mind.
Other days I feel as small as a dime sitting lost on the countertop.
Do me a favor.
stop.
Please,
Stop passing.
Stop moving forward without asking.

I need more of you.
I need all of you.
Fill all my space,
fill my decayed green plants once more with light.
Because I have dimmed at the thought of your loss
it breaks me even into two.

Because how do I move forward not knowing how much of you I have left.
I'm scared.
scared for you to move forward.
As time on my clock keeps ticking my fear only grows,
deep as poison.

I can't continue to live the way I am.
I struggle.
Buried,
by your burden.

I am touched by the thought of you
in every single way.
Scared for your forward.
Scared for your release.
I bite my fingernails in fear of your every move.

You turn me into a ghost.
White as cotton.
As clammy as the sea.
You.
You,
devastate me.

You don't even have to try.
You do nothing,
and yet I fall to your will
because without you what am I?
Is there a reason you pass by?
To panic over lost time?

I still remember when time played at a standstill.
When I would run through the yard,
smile, and laughs.

But now my life is ruled by the quality of
photos
and videos,
I post.

Why do you have to go by?
And why do things have to change as you pass?
Can't you stay still?
Stop moving past please I need to go back.
I'm scared to move forward.

Move slowly, please.
Drip by slow,
as viscus as molasses.
Let me anticipate each drop.

Because I
can't keep going.
No more moving forward.
No more moving backward.

I just
need to stay still.
I need it, my spirit to run free once more.

I crave you.
But I crave my freedom from you more.
I need to be free.
To run free from your grip that keeps me so near.
So please,
I beg you,
time,

Let me go.
Stop sending me forward into time.
Stop sealing off my future as if it is meant to be taken.
Let me live.
Presently,
without any regret.
So please,
time,

let me go.