This is life

That I stated only once,
power over you!
Then in reverse...
the same -
reads,
keep it safe.

Religion is archetype

What is the true nature of religion...
the religion;
that religion,
is heroic?
In the sense that,
all men are created...
equal.
Found in the image of god,
god -
created man.
From the heavens,
came his only son?
Perhaps, in another distant light -
god made a promise.
That our own upbringing,
due to the past...
became a symbol of truth.
That when we are free,
the matter is a phenomenon.
This meaning,
that the laws man has given us.
Are we not existing?
Do we not only cease to exist!
That God, made man in his image,
only to protect what is good?
And what is good -
he keeps for himself.
There, he looks down upon us -
god pretends not to notice our sinning.
And he takes us before he allows anything else to happen,
we vanish -
into a kingdom of light.

How prophetic of him!

Praise be to the most high;
my wisdom -
speaks through him.

God, isn't a punitive force to be reckoned with.

Therefore, we ask for his forgiveness by giving-
him thanks and praise...
worshipping the lord.
Penance becomes a ritual.

OJ

Why do I keep going there, obbsessing.
That sweet taste of orange-juice.
Have you been told?
What.
About this.
I haven't been.
On every detail.
Happy.

Stop following me!

Little-kitty.

BIG SHADOW.

Kitty-little.

I'm listening to the sweet-tasting-sound...
purified -
every,
minute.

S-Q-E-E-Z-E M-E.

Without a word.

I lied.

In place of ownership

This is my autonomy, for the world to see!
That I have no control of.
Over which I have no control over?
I share with.
Power.
Owning my space.

The Desert (Moon)

I told you...
heard me,
I sang.

OUT LOUD!

I wasn't.
Weren't you prepared,
as I...
as I was ready for dessert?

The entre.

The main course.

Sting-ing

Who knew. I've been asleep for seven days!

And counting...t
he excellent,
excellent -
poll,
police.

Premises after hours

That sounds like a dream I just finished having. Seriously.

But, the weather here has been delightful.

Quite a farce.

Quite THE farce.

On days I dream about accidentally running over to you!
Those dreams that suddenly...
appear.

And dark becomes shades of light,
through undying love.

My dear flower,
how you blossom
WHEN I see you smile.

I'm a true believer!
What a great mess.
I'm in.

I'm in.

Only for you only....

I'm arriving the day you left,
that same thing happened.
When a miracle was?
Something told me.

I promise.

But forget that.

I've stopped going there.

The rest of the time...
sweet-sweet
chocolate.

Brown.

Fudge.

Crayons.

Scales of Judgment

Is that what you truly feel about?
Is this what you, feel.
That my hotdog breath makes you impregnable!
Formal conversation that resonates like music doesn't...
plays on in the mind.
Only to penetrate the soul.
The sense of touch,
as you hold up the hair behind the
neck.
As my lips curling,
curl-and-placed,
upon the stretch of skin,
softly making
love
down the bridge of your spine.

Those hands I place,
help me caress the females
hips.

And we forever remember.

Hyper Performing

Sexist.
I wouldn't have known about you, that??
That favorite drink you have.
Like the interest we contend.

I felt invigorated.

Let's not act pretend.

Very fine to meet you!

Convent

I consent.
Take my clothes off!
Remove the layers.
It is better we both are kept naked?
But thank you for participating.

Can you be happier
or not as happy?
As I print on the confines of my
mind.

The pages swirling....
around in the
HOWLING
H-O-W-L-I-N-G
HOW-LING
wind.

Each and every dimension
of time
my heart is stolen
beneath your beauty
that penetrates...
reverberates my soul.

But don't panic,
for there's no medicine...
-only-
desire I need.

That our physical presence
moving the direction of stars
created an explosive dynamic between us!

The Union Boss

No.
No.
No,
nobody owns you.

Just to act...
like the most powerful lawyer you can find!

Forget about the clothes you're wearing,
you owe me.

Remember, to remind you, that is not my responsibility.

We're brushing against time,
to finance the fun we have.

Full Tilt

I beat the road runner!
I tricked the coyote...
now relax.

There's no such thing.

It's all music to my feet.

There's-a-lineage.

One step...
two step.

But the power,
is off?

Realizing it,
I'm spinning...
wheels are rolling.

Full steam ahead!

That manual-with-instructions,
on what makes us ignite.

Fumes.
Fuel.
Load me up.

You were already mine,
on my knees.
Love and peace...
release.

But not a day ago,
I was released from prison.

Burning this insence,
upon.

Ashes.
Dust.

Our bodies.

Naked.

I used you as my sling-shot.

Until,
I was sorry.

You make me bleed.

We're facing each other,
and made arrangements
to fall apart.
To keep each other at a distance.

However, we'd talk,
we've played...
pretend.

Pretending to make the rules,
I hate.

Wearing a leash.

To censor,
to mute.

Only to touch you.
If you let me in.

You died with me, there.

Throwing it back.
Putting it back together.

Feel me,
kiss me,
kill me.

Want me.
I'm yours...
already yours.
Already, mine.

Hold the ship,
steer clear of the pain.
Hurt is loving you.

Loving hurts.

I stand.
Full tilt.
Full tilt.

Positively Stunning

Don't we see the light?
That comes to you.
That finds me.
That feels you!

Perhaps I've become more or less...
spoiled vomit.

Regurgitate.

Puke.

And like that, discover.

Habits of Self Destruction

If I've ever been witnessed...
it's compromise?
Then, perhaps.
But on more than, the odd occassion,
open available taught.
To be the same with.
To entertain.
That love will certainly find you,
like a lost stray dog in the rain!

A stressful unintention

labyrinth

The Prophet Motive

I'm only acting as a professional...
and I have.
No motive other than,
what image?
Reason through action.
That I've profited.
In order to reach
out the hand,
that touches mine.
You've been here before?
You know how I feel.
This production-gives-me,
my strength.
There's no knowledge like yours...
such as I bask, in the shadows.

Recieving-an-imaginary ().

A sense of smiling,
your smile.

Autumn Night

There is no limit.
What is done...
you can guise.
No disguises.
In this autumn breeze.

Dawn

I retain my own personal freedom...
without information,
a cynical guide that reasons.
And a guise to inform.
Once I'm heard on this level,
there's a right to have been made chosen.
Beyond beauty.
I border on the edge...
only to find miracles that happen!
And sealing my heart,
no wounds unhealed.