Tell me...

The agony of loosing laughter.
Dull clusters of glitter filling eyes.
When the sky is gray at sunrise.
I wonder
How do you feel?
When
the flesh you despise is surrounded by the heart you love?
& The mind you long for
doesn't direct the feet of the beholder back to you?
How do you wash away memories
When
Finger prints are ingrained into every portion of your skin?

The agony of loosing laughter.
Dull clusters of glitter filling eyes.
When the sky is gray at sunrise.
How
Do you brighten up your smile?
& Everything that personally delivers joy to your world
has locked itself away in a dungeon of sorrow?
How
Do you love?

What agony it is...
...to loose laughter.

Purposely Untitled

The wind is whispering again.
Singing sweet melodies in C & D major,
humming from its dungeon of happiness,
caressing promises into my soul that'll never be fully fulfilled.
While wrapping its cool around my ear, it lifts me from my feet into the arms of day dreams and imagination,
like i were a stray cat hypnotized by an aroma,
causing me to hover in motion towards a poisonous green scent;
hungry for the mystery.
Gloating in my own mystification, relaxedly drifting into a world that I've only caught smeared still frames of.
Just as the thought of a gestured smile appeared upon my face, my world graveled into the darkest grey.
The beautiful tune from the wind had so naturally transformed into the depressing violin composition that my world has come some what immune to.
There it was, Standing there grinning at me, wearing a black frown crying transparent tears.
The wind was crying again.

Lust Factor.

The Lust of Flesh.
A sin In which I have no control.
I'm here, Searching deep for a source of common sense,
& all I receive is a clouded visions of ecstasy,
Aching bones and hungry finger tips.
How dare you leave me with a dead kiss.
Leave me with 100 invisible scratches in sets of 10 tracing down my back.
Bite marks on my shoulders and kisses down my spine.

You should know...
While awake, I dream of caressing your soul while kissing your heart.
If only I loved you, this sin would seem less mortal.
If I loved you, I could allow our fingers to intertwine, relaxing in a shuttered gaze.
I could bring myself to whisper obvious secrets in your ear from my dungeon of affection.
You should know...
Behind shy eyes, I lustfully watch your every move in a rhythmic tone, memorizing every sway, counting every heart beat.

The Lust of Flesh
A sin I have no control over
I would let you know, only if I loved you.

Channel Tic Toc

The Jeffersons are on.
Which means its 5:30 a.m. Again.

My world is grey.
Grey is cold.
Cold is lonely.

The wind dances in army lines
Tapping pistols on my window with grins of power plastered on,
For there are no sound waves to interrupt its path.
Empty spaces.
I can hear the sounds of blood rushing through veins.
And heart beats.
Yells, from a back scratching orgasim that I'm accountable for
But nothing is real.
Nothing is a memory.
Everything is a copy.
Of a copy.


You hear that?



Me neither.

Still...
What a beautiful Ebony morning.
The sky is Pepper.
The sun is peaking over the choral mountains
Licking partials into the sea as it brushes high above our grey world.
The light black grass looks inky as the Dew sets atop.
Oh, how clever the sun is, everyday, as the Jeffersons end, the selfish moon vanishes into the black of day.
Sun rays cascade into the Pepper, so beautifully grey.



& what do you know?
My Soul mate is calling...
You beautiful insomniac, come to me.


I know its 6:00 a.m because Sponge bob is on.

Rose Red Heart

After one has Blossomed from the root of its harness,
The experience of Life is ultimately determined by the kiss of the sun.
Its rhythm from the wind, its chill from when the sun is done and the moon has set in.

The beautiful Floret in which avail oneself of exposure.
You'll disappear from your world of honey bee's & spring laughter
when your beauty is drawn in by the consumer.
Accept the Ripped roots of your soul when you are loved by another,
Given and Received by a Lover and one who is loved.
Ignore your falling dreams of dust and days, for your present world will be raised by the dew of eternity.

Gaining awareness of the dispel and except the roots of its weary.
You Execute the root when it has grown rotten,
only to rebirth a heart that has turned sour.

My Eternity.

She has 56 lines on her hands.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.

How selfish of me.

I was out much further then you realized.
I wasn't waving. I was drowning.

Summer Words

i took a U turn towards yesterday down a one way street
& i got lost.

With only instrumentals on my ipod.
i began to freestyle a sweet tune and it has become my favorite lullaby
although i can't remember any of the lyrics
They strongly exist in my mind
somewhere deep inside the walls of my cranium
they swirl uncontrollably massaging the creative portion of my brain.
Words as sweet and innocent as a little girl twirling in a forest of daisy's
yellow summer dress and shoe's to match.
They were beautiful.
1 day. I'll pick them out of my brain like delicate flowers after they bloom
And the tune will play inside the hearts of the consumers
Until then. i'll rock steady with the words on my mind

Ordinary or Complex?

This morning when i awoke. It was Very different.
the sun was shinning.

I'm usually waking up before the sun but after the moon.
When the birds are still sleep and the Dew on the grass is just setting in.
But this morning the sun was shinning.
I felt like i missed something spectacular or just out of the ordinary.

How Ironic.

I was trying to paint a picture of our love on a canvas
& i first began to try and remember the imagery of your face.
But You and I smoked so much cronic
i cant even remember our days.
How Ironic.


In a Good Way.