To change a mind is to change a life with
Words are only words until you can gift them with
Wisdom that fruits within is empty space until you let it
Out in the crying clouds of rain and
Brimstone drenching my skin, so cleansing and
Intense sensations of growth that make my blood run
Cold is an illusion you spoonfeed to yourself
Reluctantly refuse to admit lying out loud when it's the
Truth will only seed sorrow until you look
Deeper with the knives we go 'til entrails we will
Spill your heart out on the floor so all the world can
See so clearly that you know you're a
Joke with your pillow l
"Everything is in slow motion."
The ripple of candlelight against that mottled pink flesh.
Beautifully beholding eroticism of death gripping for her throat.
Too much to withstand.
Dark and examinate orbs, dissecting and dehumanizing.
Magnificent, the terror behind those spectacular black eyes.
Aromatic ashen smoke breaks against my face
It dances into my blood; skin is but a creamy fog
Mingles with my flesh as I inhale a chill
I treat it as a calming chaos, to billow over my thoughts
Wading away is perfume and boot black- taken by the gypsy dusk
Her curves are smoldering poetry; I'm stricken with awe
Spinning in worlds yet to exist is her skirt of bottomless seas
Fire flicks against my eyes; sparks the beast inside
Ravishing fluid motions meshing with our sound waves
Air particles are swept into her stream, the dusky scent divine
My evaporating goddess; passion on a whim
Drinking deeply of floral hair, which winds into t
Come with me so we can be
Little tramps in truckbeds
Having love affairs with songs
And losing memories every mile
South street Riddick lane Northwest
Turn here
Wasting half moons
Overpowered by
Searing electrolosys
We speak in neon lights
Timeless trees amidst campaigns
Advertising smog screen skylines
Dana Avenue Montgomery road Exit now
Exit five
Mutilated murals criss-cross on concrete
Blank white "sign here"'s
Industrial fluids flowing southward
Tell my mom I said hello
Stewert road 1 mile Exit ten
Hang a right
When I see the sycamores I'll
Fly away home, can
Run away from magazine lies
From vinyl-coated eyes
Come
Melting tropical flowers fuse together
Silhouettes of fairy castles
Pressed against the sun.
Glowing ambience, the birth of an
Idea.
Light drips slowly, behind swirling heavens.
The world; cast in shadows of
Deepest night.
Yet here I soar, above their minds
The flowing floods of grace illuminate
My face above all others.
I wish for you such beauty divine.
Chills as the citrine glaze drizzles through
Your fingers.
Over your skin, reflects in your eyes;
The mysterious peace gliding past your
Ears... to never touch your mind.
The colours brighten patchwork clouds
Reaching up to embrace
Your soul as it eminates from within
Th
I could touch the cold spots on my body
Patronizing me with crude density
Waves of urgency begging to be slaughtered
As I push myself to the edge of my mind
I'd cry to see your intentions
Licking at my sanity
Constricting silent tears of relentless passion
Now all I can seize is foreboding
Inside the technicality of this poem
I forgot what poetry is
Conspiring reasons within that plucked guitar
Music does shave away at your soul
Curling, these peels of reconossance
Wafting in exhalations
But only what you shant dwell on
As I have done in pety depth
Coughing as I read this aloud
Speak this aloud
Knowing how false intentions
My Klavier is for my hands
My Klavier is where I cry
Butterfly tears
And remember the songs
My Klavier is all I know
My Klavier makes me see
Kisses of rain
And know the words
My Klavier makes me perfect
My Klavier makes me better
Than all of you
And think of being God
My Klavier is my only friend
My Klavier is all
That knows me
And tells me what to do
My Klavier is deceitful
My Klavier is leaving
Me all alone
And making me feel so lost
My Klavier.
My piano.
Never mine, never more, never once, not before.
But I wished, and I want, and I pray, as you flaunt.
Ditch the old, you replace, exclude me, new found face.
Hold them close, slam the door, shut it out, hit the floor.
Touch and feel, all alone, know them well, shout and groan.
I stand by, hope to god, don't want me, I'm too flawed.
Resonate, echoed sounds, now I bleed, six full rounds.
Won't be saved, you know this, open up, a fatal kiss.
Now I watch, burning rape, he kisses softly, your neck's nape.
Cry grey blood, all I do, you lie down, I want you.
Never mine, never more, never once, not before.
The ocean of clarity
Within these beads
Geometrically free.
Encompassing what harboured
Before my
time
Three what lived and
Crawled
Outside to die.
A cork
To close
To keep
Alone.
Owned, unchanged,
It sat in a
Home,
Awaiting fate and
Forgetfulness.
Lost at sea can drift
Away
Stay within the vines.
Holding brief reality,
The elder three
Importance and to
Tolerate.
I walk alone
Too dry to
Die
And wade into her water.
Found this
Trinket
Of engrossed
desire
Sealed and sound
Kept for my own.
Within the lily's
roots.
Glass and silence
all
for
me.
Passion is a lotus; blossomed by few
A spiced, pungent fragrance laced with raw beats
Bum ba Dum ba Dum ba Dum
Lurking in the tenderest membrane of the heart
Young virgins can feed upon only small drops
The taste dancing feverishly upon fragile tongues
An exotic beauty; she twirls in flames
The feverish tempo of Salsa and sweat
Bum ba Dum ba Dum ba Dum
Pulsing her through veins
For those who can feel her, soon trouble ensues
They know that her smell is of hazel and musk
This scent which is faint, yet detected in lust
Those who do feel her become torn apart
While children, unkowing are still in the mud
Far from the lotus, just l