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.

These happens

Isolation doesn't bite if unaware of population, but knowing that I'm cursed just makes it worse, surrounded by the situations. 

Ghirl

I must forget her, I must forget her, I must forget her, why? She's gone away to a separate mental place where personality and consciousness divide, the ocean reaches up in to the sky. The octopus has wings but it can't fly, here come the vultures to feed upon my love blind eye.

I recember

I remember thinking why me, now it's no wonder. I remember looking up at the sky, with too much black and white, and blue and grey.  I remember speaking up and being put down, with all the knowledge of the first amendment. I remember the taste of colorful cereal before and after. I remember I recall the late December and death of fall.

I remember 

I recall 

I'm an ember

I'm a doll

double minded man child

I am listening to hear where you are.  Is it that i am preoccupied for the search of your truth?

Most of me has forgotten the search.  I felt it drive me into action, now the drive is meeting resistance. Too much friction, too much attempt.

As it lays in front of me i remain focused on the cloud.  Golden silver sleeves left beneath christmas trees.

Distraction from the truth, not yet false, but always bruised.

Not yet broken,but never true.

Where blood may swell at the surface, never under the heartbeat.  The love of the present (presence) finds holes in the skin (usually pretend, until then)

Music and medicine you needed for comfort.  All a good myth from the inside of inner, the coldest of winter.

Will she remember me? Will i recall who she was?  Absolute harmony repelled by the diverse numerous.  Puzzle pieces with a consciousness similar to mine.  and i am just a puzzle piece in their return.

I know that i cant see how much i minimize my love.  And oh, how great a loss of sight it is.  Personalized summary of self doubt and disregard.  Proven by the slow turn of the fifty six ton time wheel (declared).

Floating in glass, blacker than black.

don't they exist

all my ever worries, only parliament. all the falling bricks, another test of his.  all the clouded sense, a gift, surprise of silence.  all the broken arrows never flew with such direction as her. Orionna, her persistence approaches more than i can bare.  Keeping such a focus i entail to be a myth.

returning to the moon, returning to the moon. drift apart, drift ashore, drift about the morning hours.  drift through space and drift some more.

dust, in time, becomes a sun.  sun, in time, pulls me to one.  one, in time, becomes another.  another time, another lover.

among the twisted seas, a single drop, lost as i?

Not unlike anything else, unaware of natural dialysis.

upon the well trained city, the monotoned brick, an implement for environmental secrecy?

Without the taste of concrete, autumn will smile as the sun waves farewell.

glooed

glued to a totem pole, so many faces tall.  one arm extended to the stars while eyes are feasting on the ground.  disguised in radiant greens to match the suns reflection of the canopy beams.  sit for a while, think of the worries that she has left behind. they're quiet, too quiet, its a trap, look out! look inside yourself!

glued to the mountain peak, grandfather of the lake.  he traveled miles from the coast to touch the frost filled air.  her cheeks were warm as the frozen swarm covered my insect parts.  stand up and run, think of the worries that put you under the gun.  they'll call, they'll scream, too loud is more than it seems.  It can always be worse, it can always get better.

unhaps materialist

When I'm unhappy I become more materialistic.  Judgmental, the scales are weighted and the balancing commences.

The tables are on, I try to keep the seesaw on my side.
The air will not burn, if we do not turn up the ground.
There's honest a right, to start a legacy raising a tide.
There's so many now, the tides are floating us upside down.

Ago in a past life, when I was a tree, I hope I made good shade, i hope i helped breathe.
Today in my spaceship, i want to meet me, the way that i once was, a house for the leaves.
tohelpme breathe.

Vice ean

I guess That's why I use the Visine To make it seem like tears are streaming from my eyes

A Lone A Gain.

From such a high happiness, here i am alone again.  Was i ever together or was it mockery of the myth we call love.  I can see my mistakes, they remain the same.  I am oblivious to the impact of my own, and all too aware of my other.  With a belief that i know what they mean more than they may say to me.  She doesn't want to be forthright in telling me how she feels, therefore i am sent on a wild goose chase until i stand at the fires of Mordor with one conclusion to rule them all.  I suppose winter love melts in the spring, even though i haven't seen the snow embrace the ground. so suddenly am i lost that my body will grow ill.  Oh gods the shame is heavy help me to see my proper memories.  why feel so abandoned?  because its late, because she's not here, because others come first, because objects come first, because drugs, because dreams, because sweet is bitter and spicy is sour, because too much is never enough, because words, because shame in myself is proven by my own actions, because laughter has been swept from the hardwood floors of my soul and i need time to let the dust recollect.

e's and h's (eight chiss andy's)

the sneak, the scavenger, the riotous buddha. breaking bottles full of beer across a firm and bloated stomach. delivering mind bombs to the unwilling public, parachute machete melancholy.

Shis whiam

It's as though i lose my self with the ones I get too close to. I cannot seem to look inside sometime and I no longer feel familiar with what I am. Why must I perceive it this way, am I even that afraid to be without them? Or am I afraid to be with them? I want to fix my mistakes but I feel so stubborn, every thought in attempt to justify the belief that she is not to me as I am to her. But I don't want to believe it .

A peach

quite possibly the explianation for all existence.

winter with the green tongue taste

Winter with the green tongue taste, and open cauldron filled with autumn sink my body to the bottom.  The thick oils of dirt and dry air blazing a fire through the forest of my hair.  All of my friends lost their clothes in the river drowning in the sound of undefined growth.  I wear a smile like a lace in my shoe. Now my shoes are untied and and my face will turn blue.

Winter with the green tongue flavor, coconut, paisley, basil, and squares.  Bright sounds make loud shines, lightbulbs and speakers are the least of my cares.