Milk Drop...

Fellow shell, hard crackly, see me?
Viewed from below, how would you perceive?
Slipping fingertips to unknown sleek, we'll never know.
Penny for my heart, nevermind that it's free…
Kingdom undone,"What do you ache for?"Translate, jumbled up words, what universe does thy hail from?
Liquid smoke, reeks of scented candles…
Whispers you can't describe... Vividly pleading, am I disgusting?
It's an ironic thought, but how can one not feel undesirable?I told him he was sexy he portrays it seamlessly, sensual beautiful all words tangible...
Yet, I don't feel beautiful...I'm gorgeous, men would kill to get me in bed... Yet, somehow on my knees begging, pitiful...
I want connection, can connection sprout from uncertainty?Vulnerable... Shell disrobing, vulnerable, soft parts in palms... You crush them...

How Would I Know?

It's mix match, unclear.
I love it, it's gorgeous, attractive, beautiful in the most admirable way.
Heroic when thought about deeply, technically, only an idiot would do ridiculous things.
So, it shouldn't hurt, I hate how it makes my face turn.
The pure essence shows more than desired to be.
Jealousy?
Possessive?
Fear?
Root cause ascends from an unknown, probably, certainly, not so...

Mounting in an Ocean Deep

I jumped in, head first fear falling… I don't know how to acquire, if so was correct. I chased, grappling onto smoke that whisked away hesitantly, fearfully, or it might have just been afraid… Meditating on poor thoughts, images that are unseen, underneath, buried deeply within me. I dreamt last night, is it right to be unhappy? I wonder, if equally would thy question thee. I want flowers, is that silly of me? Is it laughable that the gentle, gifts pretty things? An unknown world, why must that be? Selfish, it's my fault, it's me, if it's my fault it's easier to be… I don't want to see the greenery wilt, I don't think the bud could survive a second season drenched in dark soil.

Aliam

I don’t like to toss strokes of “I love you” between you and me.
The more used falsely the less meaning possessed truly..
Therefore, if said “I love you” I meant it and if tapping for a reply, well that’s for the best.
However, I don’t know if I've ever really meant it, so we are back to…“I’m a filthy liar”Funny is it not, you’re of noble blood, one that’s always desired.
I dreamt of you at times, might even miss you.
It’s desiring the unknown.
I won’t ever know you and that’s what kills me.
I hate you, I believe you cared, destroying, slowly…
Is it so bad nurturing far-fetched torches lit unknowingly?
You better be happy…

Bye, Bye...

Dreaming bizarre dreams…
Recalling past memories, recurring.
“Will such a dream come to life?”
Pondering the entirety to be, quite different, identical, polar opposites.
“Now you’re just lying to me.”
Dazzle me with your dust, then believing rings to be…

Zzz

What type of dreams do you dream?
You shot me, I got you back three times worse and now you hate me.
Funny how that works, huh?
The path is straight, yet drifting astray; like a blind man, clicking and clacking yet no vibration sounds familiar.
Words of wisdom some could even proclaim truth.
Half-moon shape, nothing is linear, only the prologue and epilogue, a rollercoaster, screaming, doubts, everything to be believed wrong…“Why did I do this?”Is there truly right and wrong?
By all means, but that’s how we acquire truth.
I don’t love you, gut shriveling up.
Heart aching for holy grails seen to be, I don’t know how to make dreams come to be.
However, righteous thumping, beliefs in you, could become truth.
Mistakes made, but I believe you to be a more divine one, if such a thing exists.
I picture an empty apartment, or house may portray better, alone letters to you.“Can we start over?”How is it you’ll respond?
Invision, fuck you, maybe or my other lover would disapprove.
Will the blood flow the same, will it be able to understand?
That will be a bit, communication needs aiding prior, before then?
Visiting you, magical or only in our design?
I truly dream of.
Love me, will you?

Support

Am I living?
Can you utter letters that make your stomach twist inside out?
Values, nothing is lining up.
What is a liar through and through?
Aggravation rather than speaking from the mind, words you don’t mean, regretting everything spoken and every bit never said.
Do you speak what you believe, speaking safely.
Is it really safe if you'll blow up eventually?

Are You Familiar with the Lord?

I haven’t a clue of the Lord, but he seems like a decent guy. He always listens to me when I'm sad, even when I'm mean and rotten, he listens to the small words I speak out. Always there… He tends to be pretty silent, quiet just like a mouse; but I don't blame him I rather listen than try to give advice. People are tricky, wishy-washy, how would you ever…
He's an old guy too, he knew Adam and Eve, he should probably be dead.
he must be a tired guy…“Are you tired Sir?”

Arms?

This is a silly one… A conversation prior, “Twice already…”. Mute, still gestures, pencil with some paper, always the most natural… What’s…? “What’s my inners?”
Daily chit-chat, should something like this be conversed about? Blood boiling, body sweating, light shaking… “Do you want clothes?” No… Fatiguing, jaw throbbing, joints aching. Small entrance, use more frequently, force with the tips, kindly, gently… Pressure, it’s scary… Quite the spell, more build up than believed to be necessary and halted… Chest dropping, heart crumbling. Past, salt smearing… “What is enough?”“Please show me…?”“No one has ever asked me.”“Sorry…”What did you want vibrating on your sides, what did you want breathed inside? More expression, how does the chest, brain respond when such things are laid out vividly? Sounds silly when read, but not many see, so no biggie...
“Please, say something…” Tearing…
It’s easier when you’re meant to be dirt, how do you be of something?

Earth or Lips?"

It was about a year or so ago…
Draining words, butterflies, sweet idioms between two, it was lovely, in your view?
He is something like the Lord, shouldn’t pronounce that…
Fragments, fluttering away, it’s truly a beautiful site.
Agree with me, could you?
Seclusion, momentarily.
Did you know, weeping is easier presently?
Safe zone, how safe does thee feel with me?
I stretched fear devouring my entirety, stretching honesty deep within me.
Maybe, I think maybe, unearthing the we, he speaks so fondly…

Inspired by - Yves Pires, Le Baiser, 1958

Still Nativity

A loss is a loss no matter the circumstance...
Images of non-tangible breaths, inches so close, almost able to cradle close…
Ruins, none of it is fair or reassuring.
Raining, contemplating outcomes unraveling, pit deep, nurturing for what purpose, I only wanted to hold you; treasuring they stay inside you for eternity, wouldn't you agree?
Perhaps so?
Though, I still wanted you by me, even if not yet ready...

Into the Sea

Love, it’s just love.
Pure and truly, eyes on this view, only briefly.
“Nothing is right…”

Heritage of the Speckled Bird

He claimed speckled birds soar far, or at least that's how I imagined it.
But, what you perceive is most likely wrong.
He flies far, to great lengths away, from all the beasts of the fields, assembled just so beautifully.
Are they existing to devour me?
It's a glimmering, horrifying dream.
I sense they are against he.
He is mighty, wise, and a reverie.
He breathes in, and all that is seen is limbs, blue would be more fetching, but a red a very vibrant red.
That like summer cherries...
The speckled bird eats them, presuming they'll be ever so sweet.
He itches and itches, mixing the reds, covering his ever so beautiful speckles, with that very same summer cherry red...
Can he breathe?
The red speckled bird, he did achieve great things...
He is just breathless, with a very sweet cherry pit just slightly too deep…

To Fall Away

Walking on sparkling waters, walking with clearness underneath the soles of our feet, slightly intimidating, would you not agree? It’s see through, would you be walking in fear? Would you jump in head first and fear falling? That is transformation, at least in the back or spinal region. When viewing from above or face to face, it can seem quite contradicting. Less divine, more frailty, more destructive, more iniquity. The face devours, the face is fearful, cowardice and retreats in danger. Not showing respect, devouring your thickest of garments fully. Leaving crumbs, fat and saliva at your feet. Now, that is not very sparkling… Irreverence? Not sure what that one means, but you portray it so clearly.Now take a step back and view completely. What would you see?

Medical

All bodies are warm, warmth does not heal resentment or lies.
You're not my double yolk, after intimacy… horrible…
Small couch, how can all crumble overnight?
Denying, I'm lying… Just protect his heart, please Lord… I don't mean harm...
Proposals true, truly, forgive me… “Will you?”Beliefs dreaming to come true, memories that linger, leaking from these pores.
I want you to remember me, I write to be remembered, poetry to be repeated repeatedly. Lingering inside thee?
You're strange, yet quite funny… Did I lose “a once in a lifetime”, possibly?
I can’t fear uncertainties, I have dull power in possibilities.
Pushing for souls presented to me, fellow who wants to see what I carry.
Love is strong, daunting, trusting, no question in what you believe.
Truth, but I can’t control, only give what my heart leads and pray for good outcomes to be.
Is it terrible letting go of a you and me?
You can’t be angry if you don’t follow or watch me.
Tape plastered, fingers to temple, atmosphere downhill.
Occasionally, you scare me, even though not violent towards we.
Trying to portray thoughts, feelings to come. I don’t know what you hear, but you don’t talk well and perhaps we too. But, at least trying to…
Blind, staring at toes, corner with some fuzz, if you don’t look up you’ll be alone…
When completing what needs to be done, we will come.“Just look at me will you, I’m right in front of you...”

Fuck u

Fearlessness, is it something I'll ever obtain?
Don't drink me much further, I can't handle another sip… suck me dry, feather me this?
If tomorrow is dazzling, dance with me under the glimmering light.
Don't bid me farewell, I'll cry...