Tonight I will be naked

so you can witness me in all my glory. 

No touch burns greater than that of your eyes. 

I can feel my blood rush under my skin to a 

burning glow where your eyes linger.. 

Time has no meaning when we are like this. 

Tonight I will be naked..

So we can embrace in our Glory

Waned and weary with only toil and trouble

my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .

In my head to in my mind

-which coincidentally were not the same thing-

thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.

My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:

Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,

my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,

secretively shushed into silence

                   never

     ever

                         to be a quick quiet find for any of us.

#paranoia #poetry #innerthoughts #demons #voices #listen

Looking back,

in your previous attractions, the role playing usually involved more than charming a pretty target.

Although it was unknown to you at the time,

with each new growing experience,

your perception as well as reality began to find you less subtle all the while betraying your most deep seeded values.

Making you cloudy as you forget that you are the one who decides if you will continue,

a most clever rouse.

Notice her perfected strategy,

Notice her ultimate prize-but take heed and do not get sucked into it.

Instead use her for yourself,

reverse the roles made by society created in nature as you become the prize.

Soon the unspoken secret will become clear as you are educated in the most difficult yet elementary concept of all:

Attraction is not a choice.

#attraction #lovegames #poetry

The counting of the

human heartbeat per-second

is the truest form

of physical expression

for Time itself.

When Time gets physical

the dreamers suffer most,

while the Immortals

whisper through the Legends

like wind.

#time #expression #heartbeats #seconds #legends

Wildly lurking behind every corner, 

The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..

A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.

Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions? 

This fully torqued delusion can be a haunting mirage. 

A make believe vintage slogan ghost from generations past. 

That worn out American Dream. That Life. 

THE LIFE:

-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-

Dreamed by all but known only by creatures who dream of other more sophisticated things. 

Silenced but still flailing at grasping the point or any and all major traffic signs, 

the Shadow returned all the acquired mixed-matched pieces and useless information slowly.. 

I remember because it was a autumn night.

Leaves were falling and there were trees white with moonlight. 

It was a cool night overflowing with mysterious excitement that unforgettably changed the mellow quite in all bright lights.

Suddenly there was a new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness. 

-A secret above trees carried on the wings of winds-

This covert paradox of milky way wonder experienced when he kissed this girl-was a vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never mentioned but still loudly exuding a slinky lust. 

This was a soul cleansing need, 

a physical miracle, 

dirty deeds done dirt cheap overdosing religious experience with every swelling orgasm!

These are the divine musings of the Creator, my Creator.

These are the ideas of any other brave soul who decide to capture their essence in moments. 

For a moment at one point in time, these sacred thoughts belonged to God.

#poetry #divine #thoughts #immortality

The right handed division was busy keeping the left hand’s low moral contained somewhere out of sight.

This gilded fable of flame and glory clouded the horizon.

The darkest recesses of the Deep Blue began stalking our beachside cave.

Slowly stealing kisses silently on the sand while each glide of the tide slinked closer and closer.

I recognize this moment,

This mating call of the Sea-in heat-with nothing but pure beant up sexual frustration.

This was a physical need begging to be released.

Instead was only magnified by the empty absence.

A tingly typhoon was my only thanks.

Thanks for denying myself a shattering earthquake filled with only my deepest passions.

While the most silent of secrets find volume in the company of forgotten sins,

Threatening to leak out everything from all the cracks in the walls throughout this depressing monsoon.

Thankfully no one pointed out the dripping content from the roof

-which i hate to admit, happened more often than not,-but I guess we all require certain delusions.

The storm, I began finding sarcastically sunny,

Stalked most of my buried secrets, bringing with it a sharp damp discomfort.

Blowing every misguided intention we could think up on the wind.

Slowly wind was inhaling feathered air-overflowing and building up gusts-

Only to release a whisper of a breeze that had the strange scent of secret agendas dressed up in the guise of stormy showers.

I could see the eye of the storm coming for me everywhere.

From the ocean floor to blocking out the sun-it was coming for me-It was thirsty for battle.

My only thoughts in the last seconds of my life were:

What happened to the notorious calm before the storm?

OR am I truly so lucky I didn’t need one?

Without the Night,

Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.

Everyone loudly soluted what was to be the rising moon-now secretly vanished from sight on high.

Taking with it all the beauty there was to see of blazing comets and shooting stars

that no longer decorated a now absent, but still longed for. . .

twinkling Night sky.

The lack of air time and cancellation of the most watched reality show,

“Waxing and Waning Nights”, twisted all laws of our modern day science,

Making Lunar phases a thing of myth-quickly replaced with some other brightly dull surreal sky;

Pointing out the absence of the brightest star of all. . .

the Sun.

I heard daybreak approaching,

Sneaking by in the quiet intervals of time

while our Lost Boys armored up. . .

to greet their slumber in battle.

It was all so simply plain:

The Fate of our Nature and Destiny for our Culture.

We were marooned, trapped-

Living this never ending Day. . .

Only to vividly remember the lost Night.