Extreme victors of romance lie dormant on the steps of disparaging thoughts to produce distraction…the levels of my mind can’t bare thought without presence of…
the mystical way you enter a room torments me to relive a fantasy that I can not play…well…
Why do you seem so cautious yet reveal chaos, and can I live in that moment?
My anger torments me…so I have become this deliberation of past moments not sought out quickly and the room fills unlike any scent I know…be brave and dutiful is a shame that I have come to forget, sweet child, yet I know not how your silence has become so welcomed.
Laugh if you must, but I must lie here in the silhouette of this place in dire need of some restitution…you are unlike any thing that I have shown in likeness…
Any revolting thought about which we have dreamed can only live in science fiction and I have no wonder become a relentless game where dung lives to breath…do I…No- it’s sickening to feel to the emotion bubbling over like a pot of hot water on a cold stove and I feel it, know it and own it…what do you think?
I wish only my thoughts would flow so freely as my mouth does and without it, I am nothing to the effect that I started…but a past.
The taste in my mouth bitters a sweet smell of flesh burrowing in the darkness of light and the vast contradiction that I am is not what I have…
The village of people that have not lived, live ever so peacefully and you blame love on their acts of tranquility…do you know nothing of the place within that pushes hard to free itself?
Or have you come to this place for solace, temporarily seeking a setting that was removed long before your utterance…why not fight for the program to continue when the guide has lead you astray.
Follow your glances, seek advances and take advantage of the moment placed in front of you…O wise Poet, understand or you will be left to live this peace as only a piece that was missed when separation tweaked it.
Unplug your detrimental canopy, allow the light to shine through…I am the lotion that will keep you from being burned by the suns rays of hurtful pleasure- yet you do not know that…So continue on…
