fortunes

You need to stop antagonizing and theorizing and actualizing you and your physical and your existential existence. I am my smile and today I felt beautiful. Unclean and happy and excited, and today I loved myself- because I am not solely my appearance. I am this text and my skin and my spirit. We are a human league that dares to be but there is a relentless force of fate and we will always be what we should be. But is that enough? It is not a religion, it is a false and lazy pretense that I will thrive in. Through pauses and laughter I will live like today. I laughed at my fate, at my role in our league, at my face, at her face and the league itself. I am not the league, but I will choose to be it and I will dare to exist outside of my own opinion.

Power to the poet, and eyes of a local dreamer. Power to the hands of a musician, and the eyes in the moment of a crowd. Power to the writers tongue of the many letters to my head

Carved out and bare by the mouth of rain. I was to stay, as naked roots. The impaling is tongue - A honey suckle sip that splits the hips, in two. High wind- making howls, whispers motions and riles your electric through my wood. A tip to my breast, in or out- chests heave.
whispers in fingers, new soil may breathe. Flows of sweet tender and supple greed the philosopher tips through mountains and me while I lie as naked roots.

Dear, do not near it or fall bearing black. Splashes of ink dripped off her back. In fetal position, sad and she lay, face down on bed, and mind gone away. His black ink and brush wished sad and away. Painting sad girls, With strokes in their lay. He doused her in ink Brushing truth that she lacked These motions, paint movements he could not retract. She stood in reflection She stood and looked back Only to fall, on her heavy back bearing black.

I have happened in so many places, I live in these moments and things. But I am an essence of many, and the essence that lacks a sting. I am a splintering light with you, one brighter than with any other thing. Your love lives on in me, and then I am the essence of you. The splintering light you could pour, would swallow, then fill the space, over flowing, but only with you- when you pack my essence with lace. A lingering lace of love, that burns in the splintering flame, Bearing my heavy essence a wavering fire to claim: That my love is now an essence, And this essence lives on in you, If we were compared to a candle, The flame would splinter in two.

Water bring my body to him. The warmer hue of divided lust and protection. But now back to the dragging aisle where time drags me down and counting. His longing washes down with alcohol quite nicely, Until the bitter regurgitates itself, burning throat of blood and streaming eyes- a deeper sadness sewn to his side. A melic of need, torn and washed of each other for now. I could purge you of the plain and acid When my body rocks an empty shore, only bones and blood but open anyway.

I write i fall i flee I sit You are not beside me I watch i rock i sway I am alone, single in lay I shake, i fret, i burn A desire of the flame - an eternal yearn I kiss and dream to fall Towards your arm a far pipe dream

You know who i am, giving my thoughts balladry as the sun does the songbird. 

I ride pale lightning, no interest in a conversation, i want to wake for this. I ride grey suns striving in moments, i want you with me now. I ride warm rain But your wind-callous and rain- cold, A millennial attraction to entice Fall to me, they falter you but i ride a continuous thunder drum.

i am warm with you, now morning wakes me cold

seven seas and drenched, roughly ashore, i now stand a stead ebbing thoughts in head, and thrashing waves, but life undead. Straight and statured smiles, probe the sky, now thrashing wild i stay up right, i stand up still a seven sea overfill, sea bed scraped and ocean scratched its constant flow, my continuum lacks pour my body, in deep relief drenched in all the seven seas.

 You will own mine.

I cry not because i am lacking my subtle addiction. I am lonely for you, and only you. The pause we built of broken wood, Lacking promise and promiscuity you are so grey. Lonely for you i will bend to your will, then beckon the grey you swallow.

Pass the wine, you braise my shoulder blades and graze my knees, i was only for you. Swollen wine red, a bottom lip burned of love. Rest.