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Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

Communications not working,
Points of view not the same,
My darling, my sweet,
The one I will maim.

What is our Essence?
Do you know what that might mean?
Is it our soul, our core, our center?
Is it something that can be seen?

I like to take hold of it, grab it by the neck and put my teeth into it, just to be sure it doesn’t get away on me.
I try to see how far I’ve come, rather than how far I have to go.

Do not fear
That i plunder your dreams.
Rummage around
Your memories.
do you feel it/
can you see it?
Do you know it?

heart, knowing it is true
In my heart, knowing it was you
In my heart, knowing it felt just right
In my heart, knowing it could last all night

To
Immerse in the
Flow…
To be
Suspended and
Engulfed. To be
Complete . Every
Fibre sings the
Sigh of an
Angel’s breath.
There is
No outside. There is
No end.
Just light…

I want to be the one to light your insides on fire
Igniting them with a passion so strong,
You’ll only breathe in a smoke of pure ecstasy
I want to be the fumes,
You just can’t get enough of…

Backward thoughts
Based off of screwed up day dreams
Messes with my reality
And cuts through its seams

Minute by minute reality drips away
Falling in to the sewage pipe
Leaving me to wonder why?

My world…

We’re at each others throats

MY STORMY NIGHT!

My Stormy,…Stormy,…Stormy Night.
I long,….To,….Hold you tight.
In your arms,…I sleep so right.
My Stormy,…Stormy Night.

I wish someday,…You be …

Broken body nothing more than
Dust fit for a pan.
With a heavy sigh
I let go Hope. It
Settles like a mist in the
Room. The walls
Shudder at its
Touch.

The sun is burning my flesh raw
Humans are staring at me in owe
Save me, Father, I am your daughter
Give me a sponge with a little water

Easy miracle – death I wish for
I don’t want to be on …

How do I know
When I am dead?
Is it when I am
Forgotten?
Is that why
You visit my
Grave
To let me know and
Leave a
stone
So that I might
Remember?

He knows that
Patience to learn
Deep love comes only
With time…
This wise man has
Taught me
Love
Constancy
Faith
Truth.
This man is my
Beloved.

There is a place
Between. A
Non reality. That is more
Tangible than
Breath itself. You
Enter it as a
Shape shifter; not
Yourself, yet are.
There is no ego. There just
IS.

Drowning. An
Unrelenting dirge accompanies the
Smell of a
Funeral pyre of
Shattered hopes and
Corpses lost. There is no
End that I can
See for the
Light can not
Penetrate.