#gizmowit

The heart and the mind are forever conflicting.

The heart and the mind are forever sinking.

The heart and the mind are forever syncing.

The heart and the mind are forever linking.

Our hearts  and minds forever conflicts.

Forever conflicting forever linking forever looping forever swooping

Can we stop conflicting?

Stop thinking.

Forever be linking

Tried eyes tired Tired eyes tired

Seeing Non being None beings

Mother Earth sinking. Patiently waiting to work as one.

A bit like A lot like

the moon & the sun

Patiently working as  one

You need to know yourself.

Before you start fucking with somebody else ; You need to know yourself

before you start fucking with some bodies, else

your vibe can not always remain the same when you are stuck in a game Living in a world full of dismay it gets hard to cope Constantly in choke.

and all they have to say :

“OH ; you’ve changed.”

I want to move your panties to the side. I want to run my fingers inside. I want you to already be gushy as a product of me just biting your tushy, ass I really want it.

Want it. Want you to Want it.

Want it.

I wanna see that lo_ok on your face 

That “When you gonna hurry up

take a taste.” face.

See, my women; they conclude me.

my women ; Well ; they confuse me.

My women ignite me. My women : always, in spite of me ( I choose ).

My women are my saviours. My women often lack behaviour, direct result of my own behaviour ( or lack there of ).

My women don’t like me

because I am always trying to fight me.

Some beginnings have no end.

B U T

i remember you

too no end

and

that became

th end.

Pain body embodies pain.

from my veins to the archers of my back that whimper : “I’m in love with you.”

We deem demons the creator of our fearz.

Leave ego’mind, unaccountable for it’s actions

Desires of liars and halfwits.

I laugh at it.

Spark till I’m lit.

Grass woven.

high, high, high thoughts. high, high, high thoughts.

Flames flicker

when I’m with you all I get is

high thoughts.

we made it // Cloud 9’in til grave’n’shit Scratch marks running wild down front’n’back’n’shit.

Aftermath Equals Equity

You wailing; while you cave’n’shit ; grown’n’brave’n’shit.

Bear hugs so you know you’re loved. Bare hugs so you know you’re loved.

I rise when you fall.

I sing when you call.

I done wi’dis.

back rows, back seats, second best, at best, at least.

We only fostered relief.

Adopted chaos in heaps.

Here’s the blue-print, moon tint, flu sprint. We never rose from ashes.

We soared from volcanic lava, ropes and balaclavas.

From tender moments of surrender, babbles of tenacious pleasure.

Forever yours ; or at least, as the moment calls.

Presence adores the flaws of us, that only exist outside we.

Netflix and tai-chi.

Presence adores the flaws of we.

I caught chills and they multiplied.

I   T E T R I S  through demise.

What’s a puzzle with lost in peace pieces?

What’s me without thee?

What’s third without degree?

What’s order without decree?

What’s root without growth.

I wonder. In bare ponder.

Of intuition, I’ve grown fonder.

Of you, don’t squander.

bare self care without sombre.

Take care, May-Mare.

Adieu, Boo.