Why?

The way your teeth stick out when you smile,
the way your eyes sparkle when you experience joy;
the way I can feel your heart beating from miles away,
the way I care so much to think of your heart every day-
The way I find myself doing things that exhaust me in hopes of making a better life for us as opposed to me or you-
all of this is what I love and why my life is true to you.
When I sleep and wake with the pillow in my arms,
I know I've seen you in my dreams.
Our lives will be a thousand sweaters my knitting queen,
we're currently only making seams.
I once begged God for my life to be perfect
and he gave me you, my wildest dream.

What's important

With all my heart and all my soul:
to love you paramount, is my goal.
Seek a fortune and a fortune you'll hold
but you, darling are worth more than gold.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I'll say
for the rest of our lives, every day.
to gain my darling's heart in tow;
where ever you are, I too will always go.

So carry with you strength and might
for I will love you: everywhere, every day,
all day and every night-
for the rest of my life.

Pep talk

Trapped in a quandary of eating hearts like Lecter
my egos so large you'd have to use a projector.
I looked into her eyes and I was genuine
but hurt dogs hide in corners and she's a lot more than just fine. In time
we'll trust each other and learn to love a new
but for now we can take solace in the absolute truth.
In the tension of the night,
we both sting with our might,
I can't stand the pain, why do we ever fight?
We'll figure it out we'll find something to do,
just take refuge in the words I mean
I and love and you.

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.