One of those days laying in a spell of me and you
Changing sheets after I tore them up
Rot with desire
And a bolted memory of
The distress of it all
And a mirrored-reflection
Of the ways you wore me out
With the fog you’re in and me
And my discretion(s)
With all the sanctions
Of you and the way you cry
When I send every little
Reason why you must
Not die for such a
Unpatriotic cause….
Whispering in deaf’s ear
Knocking down the belligerent barriers and the
past-driven(ed) walls
My ideals and fantasies bargaining culture
Covert(ed) to the Pervert(ed)
Shadowing and senseless
My touch reaps motion(less)
Calls…
Crying ever so delicately
As I sing this song
Bewildered by the truth
Is all I know
A smeary smile
And a cracked throat
Singing my lips,
Swaying my hips
Into the glorious
And into the not so glory
Of the way I look into you
And remember
The submission – I gave it all
To you
And the weary waters
I tread ahead
With a mile of memoirs of you
Stapled to my weary head
Nevermind the thoughts
Dream away this day
Just like the way we came
Into this weary place…
Rendering phone calls of
The only said difference
Between the bed sheets
And my new found(ed) existence
Of how the suitcase
Lives with a marker and me in it
Saw between the both
And far and the few between – me
And the you I can’t seem
To get in and through to
Like the imperfect little
Glass vase I use
As my front door
The sot and
The best reasons why
I can’t do this any more
Life as a Suitcase of emotion
And you as my front door….
Sometimes the plateau of you and me
And this afternoon
Of the me and you and the moon
Gazes of when you said you loved me
The unknowing plateau of those words
And you and I
And the love that overlaps
The way I see your moving highs
And tortured lows
I love the song and the moon
As it goes
You are my moon
And I’m so it goes
The way you find me
Is the way you blink
And the way the mountain
Snows…
The itty bitty foundation
Of our time is how you should know
And the religion of how we remiss
And don’t give a fuck glow
That’s us
And just know
When you don’t
We are nothing more
Than a myriad of moments
Of what we have
To sow
And we are
Planting
That seed
Of karmatic
Flow….
You move as slow as this computer speed
Not the motive behind this mission styled
Fiction
And the mirror juggling through my fingers
Wet and solid
Like the piano I handed you
And blew into
Simple triples of fun
To have
The most
On the run…
Rhetorical sensations on top of the thunder
Of my mind
Even leveled and immaculate pressures
Indication of their byes and there for(s)
Bottling the next moment
Here and yonder
And you and ponders
The fragrant and between
You and me…
And the next….door
Beyond it all
And the
Chapter(s)….
When I feel, I feel nothing…and so much more
The moment and the place that I’m falling into
The pain that gives me
The moment of nothings
Pass me into the activity-less
Of my loss
And the views
Of how I got out in the first place…..
I’ve often thought of music as the underlying piece of the puzzle
But not often enough have I seen the beauty
In looking back at the featuresque sky that embraces me
Like the tongue grazing my peaked neck
The embodiment stated and shied
Away like the whisper cradling my hand
And so be it..he said.
The nature of the unsaid
And the realization of the said….
We all have a right…
To hear
and like that sacred thought
we share
it’s a right to believe
and BELIEVE
without fear….
Designed to be the truth
In a fallacy of distance and importance
The harder way to be the asshole you’ve created
And only to be the harder since of the word
That in a word is only found less meaning
Than the dominion you’ve created
In the silly little disdain
Of such cease and desist qualities of affection
And only on the 9th hole of liberation
Can the meaningless find
A hint in meaning of the
Way…
And the way…
Is only one way in my little silver-sided book of intention –
Forward…..
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