Something poetic is needed in these lines,
Something poetic is needed in these lines.
The meaning is lost; it's misconstrued.
The tale is retold, but to a different tune.

make me cry,
     make me right.
   oh sweet darling,
        stay;
      and hold me for life.

there immutable power
in enduring life with hope,
love, optimism, access to dreams, and humor.

problem solving comes easy with your being full of light, your weightlessness,
and the desire to let go the pain of the oblivion where there are the shadowy chimeras.
they, truely, just patiently waiting to be transmogrified
in the blessings of the rest of your sunny days.

the sanative heart
can only overcome
hurt while it
operates within
its realities.

we land
from high above
to crash into
eachother's arms.

time is an eternal gambit
in a twinkling icy starfield of
peace, love, and prosperity.

a lonesome lover
conjures they
who filled
the heart
with warmth.

i dug under the scars;
too hard, too reckless, i reclused.
i tried to find what was tearing your- heart;
from the past you probably wished-you
could forget.
because what I ripped through,
i was trying to kiss too,
to make you-
remember so you'll never
regret.

love is a pool,
in which to drink through hardship.
bathed in warmth.
sweet weightlessness.

love is a pool,
that can be drown in, as false pretense   of depth tends to weigh tons with a
predetermined will.

love is a lake.
in which at times your lungs burn,
to which a breath is needed,
and a break delivered.
be wary of the safety of the surface.
the monsters lurk beneath.
some look through a mirror.
and i still intend to find every one.

on my chest she prayed;
i prayed too.
aloud, sometimes, i needed
the prayer read aloud
to you.
i was so unknowingly
hurt before you came;
the scars that
lie beneath
this skin shirt.
i am lonely
in this old place
that is now not
next to you.
at the least of it,
at the most of life,
i can be alive and free and
unchained in front of a
cloud of misery.

A light beat in the back
Enough to let it all flow
But, heart, is the solo.

the creation of
your world of projections
walks on two feet
and loves eternally.

let it reflect back now
and live whole
in your beauty.

im the ***** laundry
of such
a clean closet
where you
hang your skeletons.

death keeps knocking on my door,
and, quite honestly, it's still the hardest
answer to ignore.

stick by your truth
cater, care, and foster it;
then pray to God
it's a good one.

Soldier's fortitude
As he sits in solitude
With bad attitude

check your responsibility
when i look into your eyes.
who do you sense?
what do you do?
not
my
fault.
my eyes see gold
past obsidian kinks.

i have some eternal longing.
questions for nature
thankful for the hydra that is
a question.
there has to be no answer.
anguished traversal,
i am weary for this
  there is no release
   no relief.
    no ends to this mean.
besides the
     beyond and this line in between
  i question why i live
    yet the answer lives in death


~~ am i really a monster?
these arms sewn by sewer stunk sinue
  soaked by one's false sense of savant
these eyes flit to blue and brown,
from  
 pointed to round,
  ears stiffened yet drowned
  who hears strangers say hes the
   talk of the town
    all of it tends to incredulous noun .
   a seed of some doubt,
   covered in honey,
   placed as my heart.
   i only wish that i and it, drift apart
   because when i rest
   i try to take my legs off;
   one at a time, i hope it hurts
   rip off my face;
   as thin as it may be
   snap myself out of my craze;
   you know you cant dream
   lift the ball-chain of my soul;
   and place it on your chest
   and die to live some other day:
because you cant love to my own behest

i dont know if its good to try to do better; or only one's best

Rest easy amidst the darkness
soaking in the shadow
A heart beats so shallow
the sweeping obsidian in the soul
a monumental metronome's shade looms as it
swings back to forth above
The spiritual vice that crushes ribs
that has yet to sunder
It carries weight, the more 'others'
the abyssal tides of nightmare's hive
It pulls my heart to earth
it fuels my soul with ink
It poisons my will
gives me reasons to leave.

My soul is wavering on my form. Fit to boil.
This soul simmering, on leaf silhouted sun's heat.
A past night's sleep that caught an errant plight amongst twilight's cloud topped 'delight'.
A dream to be clear, the one's to wake up, as told at beginning.
I dont quite translate well what it is I am trying to say, without my painted words. But I will try to do so without a sense of denying dignity.
I feel this seed planted in self-denial that I question who planted, but know who watered.
I am relieved from you.
I may have your voice in my head that I call my dreaded disease.
But I am relieved from you.
You fueled all of my seeds, the passion grew anew from you.
You mused me.
Amusing to say now, at the least, that you still had to abuse me through the
wicked lines I'd find, that you'd only
deny,
all in my stifled cries, painful times, wicked loaded lies, and all of accord to your  so  called, caring crimes.
Do not worry too much.
The amount of pain is nothing new. And nothing short.
You just, if I may: childlishly, scratch at the wavering clouds of my soul,
wilting away the pedals of the light of the sun that the steam catches in golden brilliance watching delightfully as it falls and disintegrates in a puff plume to dust.
My reality falters to a closer gross sum.
Each fleck of life you pick off me fills my seeds with even more anguish.
I am at peace.
Calm.
I know your process all too well.
I refuse to look.

i'm fearless until I look
into your eyes and
wonder what
next thing might
take you away.

I suppose this warmth coming
out of this wooly tiger
could be nothing but
a warm heart.

He made up the rules
as he went along.
A game that was wild
and so fun,
but needed a good
time. Arguments, with no referee,
it could be no fair
to those that were involved.

Hard times make good games
and better players,
he knew well.
He loved to death the monster;
he slept soundly within its den.
Snoring profusely like he part of its pride.

adrift in each my sleeps
i've been caught
in summer afflictions

sounds and collections
of music and stories,
people and palindromes,
a Rollercoaster raceway
through time

is it better to know what
you've lost along the way
or to never have had it to begin
with?

i've been searching for answers
and i've been seeing them
in some eternal escape,
some savant survival,
railways and roads
i don't know the name of

~~
tall grass
ticks crawl
deep ponds
leeches lurk
high mountain
breath tighten
wet mud
sock dampens
clear sky
clouds wander
~~

in soft nature
the beast resides.

the moon
casts
a brilliant
white mirror
of sunrise
splendor.
cold morning,
sobering deep
blues, and
with treats
of cotton candy
horizons.

i remember when your hair was yellow.
a sunrise to awaken me when i was already awoke.
what a departed friendship.

A sultry wine night
Spent with a beautiful girl
brash kiss ends smooth jazz

the tower fell and now
we speak in so many
different ways.
so many different languages
more than even spoken by the mouth.

language
and
logic.

you speak
through the canvas.
flash your brush
on every secret
we could hold to keep,
you lover.

motifs make our markers
make our patterns make
our God.

i hugged my cat and his heart beat
so fast,
so fast so viseral.
i held him until he calmed
and knew I was a loving
hand.
i knew every step and embraced
every one with my
overwhelming love

Sometimes you wake up dancing
Knowing we have eternity to sing
Love is eternal
Faith above

there was something or another
lovely and lonely
that was shared for a brother
ugly and only
that you could have called it his and yours
or yours and his.
it was, a boring hiss,
a submissive kiss,
like a leering lisp;
and there he sat,
and there he missed
missing with his last
goodbye wish-
for you ran,
you ran,
until you were
more than amiss.

she ran when she felt
what such sweet silk
could come from
such dark linens.
drove away by the
fullness of his singing
heart and its flushing into
her cheeks. it was his
curse. to lose all that they
ever knew precious from
the sounds of his own
mouth: how he had
to watch as they left.

I have no idea what some of the stuff I write is supposed to mean,
I just write it to be honest.
It's not my job to find meaning that I've already marked.
Must be there somewhere,
I mean- I mean, don't I ?
Maybe I mean confusion,
delusion,
or conspiracy.
Elusion,
contusion,
or heresy ?
I could hardly tell.
English is fun
and that's all I know,
I speak to be spoken I guess.

i saw the face of a woman in the clouds.
i have not seen it in awhile.
she showed her eyes in the skies.

The greasy sparks falling to fire before the bright sunlight dawn were the flame phoenix preening the moon's psychosis dreamings

A part of him were left in the shadow but faceted just above an ignorant nullification like a drain maintained by a fresh shaving

Each fallen hair or falling feather may whisper in empty spaces or wearied pipes
but only in the darkness of darkness' nighttime trickster limericks

the bug's wings flutter small halos of sunlight luminescense
like fairies, or fireflies.

grieving, praying to her.
tuning the ear to every word
she could say no longer.

truth will sucker punch you in places you never knew could be hit.

a venomous green toothed grin,
poisoning you from the taste of its mere visage.

it,
this ego of reality reeling back, as it knows itself,
filled with the sour vile poison of home it steals.

all while caressing the lonesome form constructed by no one but merely yourself.

i stand as its champion in the belly of this rancid bubbling ichored cave.

knowing myself to lie.

knowing myself alone.

but filled to the brim with hope.

spitting fire that eats past the armor of skin or scale.

the internet and I had a toxic relationship,
so I always try to cut her off,
but she's the algorithim that completes me.

it's funny.
the worst influence on my life,
introduced me to the best influence
on my life.
by mere days that we had met.

they even shared the same name.
how poetic is that ?
reality of black and white,
and the grey i meshed into.