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Wind screaming thru the trees
Is it a hurricane, or just a strong breeze
Sitting in this tijuana box
Watching and listening to the tango dance of
love
While I listen to the rhythmic chords
The sweet whispers in the nite
While this passion burns brite
Undecided
Unintended
Unstoppable
Thoughts of you at home
Writing your paintings and painting your poems,
Want to understand your feelings but
How can I when I don't even know my own?
You touch my leg and these feelings soar,
What will the day after today have in store?
The maiden moon directing my thoughts
Unrelinquished love,
Alive in my heart
Will we have today
Or even tomorrow?
Will we be together
Forever on the morrow?
Don't know the answers
Actually, don't even care!
For whatever happens,
I know I'm not scared...

You are comparable to the sun
Facilitating necessities
Radiating quantum reality

And with every moment possessed by your entity
I am greatful	

 The knot is tied so tightly,
Patterned silk strains against her skin
The end for her comes nightly,
As she knows not how to feel it lightly
So this is where she must begin.

They watch her as she moves and flirts,
Seemingly unrepentant in her deeds,
Sometimes she is brazen, but most times she will skirt,
Any issue that could bring her hurt,
depending solely upon her needs.

If only she could carry out her plot,
This burden she could repeal,
But Cowardice is defending her spot,
Hoping to secure her one last shot,
at learning again how to feel.

When the affliction of existence can be endured no more,
It is here that she makes her stand,
Bruised and panting upon her shower floor,
Leaning dimly against the bathroom door,
The necktie, now slacken in her hand.

Love is a Whore,
but I can never leave her
crawling on all fours I beg to re-retrieve her
and she don’t care about me---always she’s just 
beyond my hold
Maybe if I just gave her away she’d come back to me 
ten-fold
Love is a bitch
and I can never train her
Goes in or out of the house---leaving stains upon my floor
Even though I pound in rage I can never get myself
to beat her
Because she always seems to be at my feet
when I really need her
Love is a Saint
and I can never fuck her
Ain’t like I haven’t tried; she just always wins 
in the end
But she leaves me Naked 
clean and Sacred every time
Maybe she knows best
and she’s saving it for my dying

Cups half full of caffeine and sugar
Strangers conversing, neighbors concerning
Themselves in similarities to celebrities
Compliments and gratitude, new relationships
That will die after their first meal together
Testosterone driven cowboy riding
His alcoholic beast drawing his hand to the 
Tone of immaturity at age forty-something
Verses of marriage engages in biblical size
“Men need a lady,” to forget the loneliness
in the voice of the songwriter
Tattoos and the hour 
make what we have in common
I’ve seen that man before, in Josh’s painting
Coincidentally pleasing with a laugh of pride
Matt is late, again
Busy with inspiration and his work
His arrival is anticipated for the
Recital of a story with eagerness in my waiting
Allowing my cigarette to diminish
So I can write my ideas before they’re gone
The ceiling fan directing the smoke westward 
Deviating from my place of rest
Workers working while we work words 
Onto paper, generating environments
Into a picture sitting on the walls
Of my mind
Saying goodbye to past comforts
Looking towards the future
Relationships with myself and my passions
Communicating
Situations subsequently outstanding
Presumptions of rationality
Driving self-motivation to create
My ideas into inspiration for others
To think and live a more fulfilled path
Am I what I am supposed to be?
Or maybe I am what I don’t see.

Eat within the deep trash restraints.
Continue your devilish constricting, lifeless filth.
Deep traditional routines 
in the sewer of the heaviest received 
lighted paths for existence.

Between the seven lies to each mantis 
devouring orbs 
of lifeless reflected dribbles.
Growing out the pipelines endless tentacles.
Continuing thoughts
throughout existence’s nuclear resistance.

The flies surround the stench 
of the filthy deviants.
Stretching the ashes of 
tomorrow’s twisted felt tip.
Each thread unites the bond
of cheap thrills.
Until fires light can guide the path
for the red blood’s vines in the garden.

Contribution to let the pigs role in the mud.
Nigrescent , the stars shine 
to remind each his own tolerated beginning.
Feel the heat,
do you like this existence.

Feel free to quote the book in the end.
The leach will find the cowering drones. 
By searching all the wet dark tributes,
for wanting hands.
To treat to the cause.

My, my will the fly fly
to eat within the deep trash restraints

 A spider skulked
into my dreams
last night,
spinning w o r d s
into her web
hovering in the corner
of my brain

D e l u d e d

E c c e n t r i c

I s o l a t e d

C y n i c a l

She scrambled
to inscribe
the articulation of me
with surgical precision
and sticky
white sutures.

I called out to her,
and she scurried away

I could just recognize
as she disappeared
from sight
the vestiges
of her assessment
littered
along her exit;

dazzling
colorless
billowing
threads

that clung to nothing,

wholly dependant
upon
the benevolence
of the wind. 

While the madness consumes,
I conspire to illuminate the darkened
regions,
They are only as deep as the
lesions,
I am many for I am legion,
I am demons,
It's never hard for me to connect,
I've got this surge protector
implanted in my neck,
Designed to protect me,
Not to correct me,
Now don't you see,
Covered but nude,
I am angry and rude,
Tomorrow belongs to the mindless,
Single celled and spineless,
One grows sick,
From dealing with conflict,
Life is so enjoyable,
When you're nothing but an addict,
Forget it all,
Throw your cares to the air,
We were real and we were there,
Parasites,
Unable to sleep at night,
Holding our head high,
Till we remember how it was we
were supposed to die,
In the end we will all be forgotten,
Decay sets in,
We all end up rotten.

I'm held safe
Taken in imperfectly
And let out genuinely
There is nothing he can't see
I will show him everything knowing
I am still safe
He still loves me
And when I'm scared
Feeling unworthy and unprepared
I am eased with the gentlest of stares
Whispering words of security
And generosity
He soothes the aching fibers in me
And I am still safe
He still loves me
And when I'm not creative much
Fearing I've lost my touch
He diagnosis this phase
Reassures I'll see poetic days
And I am made lighter
The end of the tunnel is that much brighter
To see
Because I am still safe
He still loves me
And when the pains of this skin
Seem too hard to live in
He mixes sweet symphonies of support
That serves as my greatest remedies
And I know I'm safe
Because he still loves me

City boy replanted beach kat
Driving through tomorrow with Blinders
Traveling through untouched space

Trying to salvage the space between
Maintaining life while the sun erupts
Planets decimate into memories

Waking to redundant epitome
Eating the labor of earth
Sleeping with dreams of yesterday
Dying with thoughts of tomorrow