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In a unforgiving
train of thought
I lay my head
to weep
upon my pillow
Which comforts me
on the horizons
of my mind
I put together
puzzles
of broken pieces
and never realize
How many of them
are missing.

Women are animals
It is in their nature
So if you respect the woman
She might show you
her the animal inside of her
So RESPECT the woman
So she can free her naughty side

You Ask How I Want You

You ask how I want you; as if the walls of my veins,

the marrow of my bones, the well of my soul

could cry out—

I want you in every place 

that my body could fit:

In the little crevices of my brain,

In the deep compartments of my chest,

In the hollows behind my eyes,

In the beginnings of my every breath--

I want you in secret and in sight,

Beneath my sheets

Or the naked sky—

I want you as a seductive whisper

In my ear

As a ripe fruit

For my teeth to undress

I want you in so many ways;

In “sshhed” moans or wild cries,

In heavy sweat or tiny tears

I want you inside—outside—

A top—beneath—

Planked against me—

Pushed down over the frame—

Legs upwards, outwards;

Dancing upon my back

I want you: right or wrong,

touched or untouched—

pure or tainted

But most simply,

I want you.

The cup was half empty
before we were born
The taste mirrored sour fruit
I collected drops of uncertainty to fill it up
And yet full it never did run
I found you in a sea of faceless books
Drops of laughter filled page after page
of self-loathing
The drug you chose was the remedy
I was deprived
Deep, deep down parts of me
unwound
My darkness, dank and distorted
reached for your elusive light
My madness is infectious
you never stood a chance
We tiptoed silently, searching
for a way around the Burden Tree

A path never travelled would have

been better suited

But now I watch and I wait

you moved on with grace

The staccato rhythm of my thoughts

echo across empty walls

I wish I could split in two

But I was a plague and you were a Pachelbel fugue

Together,

rhyme with no reason

the devil's interval

a space with no shape

...love in an augmented form

But,

the cup was full

the fruit was sweet

And as always...

My madness stained the blue to red

I only know how to create destruction in my Path

I thank the darkness for the distance

and only hope that you find happiness

In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner, 
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..

A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.
Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions? 
This fully torked delusion can be a haunting mirage.  
A make believe vintage slogan ghost from generations past. 
That worn out American Dream. That Life. 

THE LIFE:
-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-
Dreamed by all but known only by creatures who dream of other more sophisticated things. 

Silenced but still flailing at grasping the point or any and all major traffic signs, 
the Shadow returned all the acquired mixed-matched pieces and useless information slowly.. 

I remember because it was a autumn night.
Leaves were falling and there were trees white with moonlight. 

It was a cool night overflowing with mysterious excitement that unforgettably changed the mellow quite in all bright lights. 
Suddenly there was a new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness. 

-A secret above trees carried on the wings of winds-

This covert paradox of milky way wonder experienced when he kissed this girl-was a vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never mentioned but still loudly exuding a slinky lust. 

This was a soul cleansing need, 
a physical miracle, 
dirty deeds done dirt cheap overdosing religious experience with every swelling orgasm!

These are the divine musings of the Creator, my Creator.
These are the ideas of any other brave soul who decide to capture their essence in moments. 

For a moment at one point in time, these sacred thoughts belonged to God.

On a hot sunny day,

Sipping a Starbucks drink;

You have clouded my mind

With thoughts I have yet to consider.

On a cold winter night,

Warming up in front of the fireplace,

Your silhouette shines beneath the moon

Wondering how time flies so quick.

There are times when we feel lonely,

Emptiness seep through the veins.

A black canvass is all we need

To gain color in our lives.

She is my queen and I hers,

yet I feel pricked by this thorny crown I so desperately longed for. 

On a dark road I am blinded by your high beams and my lustful destructive love. My intentions projected on you. I forget what comes at me. I forget the collision. The beautiful lights on a dark empty highway. You drive drunk with indecision and pain. I drive drunk with lust, passion, and jealousy. We collide and end up wrecked in a ditch of disagreement. Our vehicles totaled in a wreckage of despair. We flee the scene nursing the wounds we recklessly inflicted on eachother. Where is the romance in car crashes and mutually assured destruction?