Mine and Yours

How come I can't get out of here? Why can I not evade this place? What dreams are unrealistic in this very realistic place? There was a time I might have seen my misery meandering with monotonous momentum. Mortem pre vivum vindicated via visions of vivacious vixens vexed with the villainy of whether she should love me or screw me. Oh if I could prattle on about the punctilious pusillanimousness of people and myself; messed up in a Mesozoic man motif. Mother, if I could only see your marvelous mirage, I would willingly wake to wondrous wiles and wild will. However, I'm asleep right now because I definitely am not texting you 5000 miles above Blacksburg...

The dark angel dawns direct decedent of delirium daft and depressing deemed the dolt for a reason neither rhyme nor rhythm could change the season in his eyes, they were blue like the frosted clouds of winter. Warm in no ways besides a forgotten wonder meandering sidewalks sweetly sipping the sweet slits in the walls that warmly greeted such a wavering wanderer till beauty bountifully blossomed from his breast no more. Perhaps the belly of the beast will bear browned apples or perhaps beaming petals will break the barriers of time and space its self. Who knows but your bubbly bent brick of a boy prays only to find some peace. Vexed at night with vicious visions of violent cacophony creasing the crest of my neck and causing my canines to collide, may I survive?

Continuous quantum interference quarterly quantifies to infinity. Querulous quandaries qualify as quaint annoyances. Questioning quark theory and quasar physics is not in my inquisitive nature but making medical mystery is mind blowing magic that mystifies my quintessence.

Analytical astrological allegories are allied with alienating abstinence. Obliterating oligarchies own their ornery princes to peons. Piety perpetuating papal impunity plodding on and on despite the dithering disaster that lasts a moment in momentous ever afters.

Hopeful, honorary gods give gifts in genuine egregiousness. Good generally guarantees a certain level of lurid lucidity. Lounging about leaves little left for latent lives. Waking to weary wonders weaving a web of whiny whimpering due to Hollywood harlots and their honey pots; heaving a hardness into the once honorable past, present and predestined historians.

Captives of Darkness

The captives of the night, they chose
to live the life of the wilting rose
with each petal dropped to rise above and grow
and glow! through the rain and frostbitten snow.

Life is suffering the Buddha wrote
so recognize, be strong, and grasp the flow
live life eight fold.

we captives seem monsters to those who don't
grasp the knowledge of ebb and flow,
they will not see love in a icy moon
they won't know the romance behind a swoon.

The day beasts are quiet
in their effervescent riot
while in darkness we learn the beauty of silence.

captives are captives
we can't re-track.
We don't believe in comfort
outside the black.

I, for one will never look back.
though I may have known once,
I don't care to go back.

Gratitude

A song exists from a to z
that I refer to as good company.
You sang our story loud and moved away from me
but for a moment, you warmed my eternity.

For all the moments you had with me,
I'm glad you exist in my eternity.

Love note

You make my mind far wander
my heart beat skip
I've spent years knowing you but just now sipped
the exquisite flavor that is your loveliness
what I wouldn't give for just one kiss.

To drink in the glow that you exude
and act out your fantasies, however lewd,
let us prepare for a brand new sight
the passion of each other: some day, each night.

I'll be the lost soul and you be the light
I think of holding you, sleep well, goodnight.

Life's Heartbeat

Two little talons gripping the heart
One called Love and one called Truth.
each time it beats, one is a part
and every heart beats its fastest in youth.

Pitter goes love and pat goes truth
torn between two great worlds-
forever will it amaze me too
that pain was my savior and its proprietor: girls.

The eagle kneads my heart in life
squeezing "lub dub, lub dub"-
love the "lub," fighting in strife
and truth the "dub," what is possible tonight.

If only the two could be one in the same
but maybe that would stop my heart.
I'd give that girl my everything, my name
but truth beats stronger so to life, I embark.

The and...

It comes. It comes. The boat. I see her.
The ferryman waves me in.
I see. I know. I go to greet her-
In the art film of my life, I'm finally at, "fin."

Infections spread from lack of care,
I told not a single soul.
Outside my head is burning up and yet I feel so cold.

I think I'll rest and say goodnight.
It's love like a fuming parisian-
Swish and slide across Styx to light
And onward to Elysian.

I'll rest in love with death's escape
And fade away should I ever wake...

Stream

In the mind of a gangster, I'm stressing and repressing the lyrical words/ and climbing and climbing to get higher/ 'cause this world don't know me, they can blow me, till I return.

I mock little ingrates who test my patience/ alleviation nation injecting whatever satiates/ the wicked flow of virus that Burns through your mind/ with boredom hoarding more sordid things for some, unlucky, to find. I cap my tolerance at maybe/ I might have a baby/ cause I fucked so many women who just wanted me to go crazy/ raw dog and bail other wise they wouldn't have laid me/ this is the Neo apocalypse where apathy is the way see: a lot of mother fuckers they just sit on the line/ and success is too much work for the bitches that are fine/ so they take what they want from a cat that's willing to give it/ no love or emotional contact/ "this is life", they say, "live it."

Pretty little biddies stake a claim on romance/ but you know they won't take chance, they just want you in their pants. A spiritual world where we devoted to violence/ and the reciprocity is good people devoted to silence/ I suppose it's all about, "just do what you can"/ and be careful not to die when you finally land.

It's soft as sand paper in the depths of my heart/ maybe one day I'll wake up to see people whose hearts work and start.