Following upwards

I am one to be consumed by the world.

I know myself so well, virtues and morals.

And the trap is set, likes rabbit believing the food is finally without cost.

I so easily believe that others wish to be as I do,

Aiming to obtain the same affection and romance.

Willing as I, to lace our souls and weave the most plentiful harvest.

Slowly growing unaware of the differences we share in ideal growth of togetherness. 

A mental codependency, untethered by the need for physical interaction.

And the word is trust.

And the sense is growth.

And it starts with lust.

But it's all unknown.

I must taste what I come to lose sight

of in the eyes of love my trust is bright.

And now it's cold and my fingers froze.

And winter ground and time will hastily freeze my toes.

Until I cannot dance.

Until I cannot walk.

Until I feel romance.

My fingers will not talk.

Consiritual

Wandered within the humid air.

Cycling forth recycling hence.

Conversational relief with the inanimate.

Spending cents to dull my sense.

Of love.

Of loss.

Of bliss.

Of this.

Bitter slice of life beyond.

Left behind in the squeeze of thought.

Dripping down the ancient pipe.

What I have found not always sought.

To feel.

To seal.

Too lone.

To roam.

Through the broken barometers needle.

As the whiskers we had got trimmed.

All the while the foliage glistened.

Reflecting sunlight on a whim.

In the forest singing sorrowless

I never wanted to desert you, but the dangers known now are too deep.  I want you to figure it out and put it together.   I want to put it together and figure it out.  There's time between connections, it takes control of all the smoke like streams. When time is through it matters not to me or you. I hope I'm different, that you see my differing strength.  It comes beyond the moment and its lack of length. Our telephones for eyes are only endless ends.  Their entity is more than instant like stones thrown and sunk until they're tossed and ignored through the eons of junk. 

Beyond the yonder,

I feel the people I used to know.

I often ponder,

If all the earth was meant to glow.

Once again fonder

Of my lover yet unable to show.

Beyond the yonder,

Tucked deep beneath the flowing undertow.

Mistman

Most of us decided not to speak to one another,

Every now and then I'm even more unlike my father.

Teaching myself how to learn like everybody else.

Speaking with a foreign tongue so distant from the shelf.

Smtms

Sometimes I'm just too much for me,

I can't hold on I cannot breath.

Sometimes I watch too much to see

What's going wrong within between.

Erka

And the sky opened up to show sea turtles in turmoil over the loss of economic stability. On their backs rode the Viking seals in a colorful array of greens and purples.  Frozen by the disconcerting masses of fruits and predators, in the abyss that is heartache and nausea.