Walkways and trees.

Red leaves and dandelion seeds
walkways of gravel and rust
swaying water and floating boats
the tree bark rough but serene
in essence of,

i live.

Moments are undeniable
facing forward friendly flowers
touch them. petals are plush.
more i say. more. much more.
mother,

you wait for me.

Melancholic milieu
monotone miasma
multitude of mirage's
made in malevolence
makeshift form,

sometimes, dreams take.

Supine
the sky in cyan
this disposition is permanent
as whispers in silence
however,

you think it to be. In several.

bloody wind, she thinks.
O princess, thy will is thy wish
grass is soft again
daydream falters yet again
peace,

a state of mind.

When it is nullified.

You, then i.

There she is
i saw you in reflections of a confession
There she is again
i saw you in retractions of a revelation

Endorphin's are magic


I dream in escapsims
wrought with peril and assumptions
aged she is in her time
cry over ripples will you
so then,

so i.

Inanimate and bursts with epiphany
strings vibrate and calm
silence is met with red eyes
i am he, and you

combined.

Peel away the veil
caress with conviction and callousness
you then cease to exist
make it simple, easy.

Vermillion sufferings, i suffer.

With and without thought
i wish and you wish
misty fields of trees and wind
this frost is not enough,
in solace.

You then i, in place of we.

You have reached, a broken yet whole person.
Leave your inhibitions and typecasting behind.
I will get back to your judgments another day.

In another life.

If i am not asleep for now
If i am not thinking aloud
If i am not taking a bow
Or you incessantly asking me how

Will you even realise the connotations in my words? Or the lies you want me to speak so lightly of?

I do not know love.

I realise these moments in time are incoherent. Well, i am afraid i cannot help you there love, since the thoughts in my head has lost the cohesion and i can only remember less and less and thats one of the drawbacks of deteriorating.

Or dying, if you like.

fuck this.

Thief of days.

So i see now i have lost you in the bleak wilderness. Will you not stop your egoistical ascension to the almighty ruler and just remain in my grasp?

Now that i have your attention, i can see to it that my words of enamour will reach your ears unhindered by outside influences. I only crave an audience to thy blindness, your highness. Refrain from slouching on your throne too long my love, for the aching in your neck is not from the prolonged dis-position, but the absence of my caress to divert your chaotic war in your chest.

Has it been so long? So long that you fail to question my ineptitude?

Even when i forcefully wrote a script to feign this state of mind. I know. I am supposed to shower you with words that bring meaning to the words ardent passion. I know. I will admit, my love, i am crumbling away and you still fail to see. I cannot willfully fool myself to accept shackles that gives birth to nothing. I have forgotten already, how i am passionate over your smell, and at peace with your caress. My memory falters now that i have lost you in this blizzard you have called forth.

All i know is at an end. All you know, is to depend.

Though you think.

Pump lithium into my collapsed veins to clog the valleys of creative curses i induce with my gritted teeth, unable to prevent the deluge of blood flowing through to my heart. So i lose control and i have lost control and i do not linger with purpose and i swear i am not the devil because my deafened prayers do not fall upon the distance to my morning star and this creates, or has created a void in a void, licking my wrists to taste the withered life that sinuates in my rigid spine.

fuck what i have said. i need and i need and i need and i have not gotten anything in which i need because i have not only concentrated so much on what i luxuriously want, but also on the things which i could have avoided by choosing to peek around the invisible wall entwining me to the scene that validates my presence in the ethereal miasma that vomits broken nails caused by endless writing and scratching and tearing and breaking and fucking and stabbing at my eyelids to show me a different view.

from yesterday till yesterday was endless and limitless and voracious and painless, now that i have figured out what which was missing from my palms in my time of endeavour as i sought to reap the seeds of birth in my cranuim milking every last bit of sleep and energy and tears and saliva for sustenance that did not in any way affect anything that eventually happened, underlining the amount of control i have, or we have, in this stupid stupid epiphany.

it is over and so i think i can continue on my swirling paths of mellow day dreaming which proves and provides a much needed escape from the screens of touch and words of sensuality and frugality and ability and screaming velocity. and he said this and i told him that i know this and i know but no one ever understands that i know and what can i do to prove that i know when no one is willing to know, that i know which in turn brings us to the know that i know. a lot.

el oscuro me mantiene.