All I Want Is You

Without you all food tastes the same.

I think about you every time it rains.

I can't stop thinking about the love between you and me.

I can't stop thinking about the possibilities.

You can be my worst headache.

But you're the first thing I think about when I wake.

You are my blood treasure in this life.

You are my only future.

You make my past make sense.

The same way a husband makes a wife.

You make me know that two is the greatest number.

One is too lonely.

One is the number of slumber.

You saw God as a baby, being born to purpose, en route.

If you saw God today, would you remember?

If you saw God many times, would you doubt?

Would you know what you looked like?

Or does all the truth cause you fright?

If God is everything, then God is also lost.

Even when God is gone, you are what I need the most.

Lucky

I stand as if I am the most fortunate.
I walk as if I am the luckiest.
I speak as if words are only God's and not my own.
You only feel others, as extensions of yourselves, you never understand anyone.
These words are not mine, and can never be yours.
The power of luck is understanding that you are the only Beloved.
As the only one, the movie you see is the result of the point where you started.
Decide where you'll end and enjoy the ride til then.
The stories we see are just a dream. Aren't we all lucky to have been feed.
 

Little Security of Mine

She's the one for me.

A satellite spinning me off my gravity.

The one I can't live without.

The one that balances me.

Can you fake it?

Where is the truth in asylum?

The joker's credit,

An opposite to the impossibility.

An inevitability that won't be silenced

Who feels my hostility first but me?

There is no one else to please.

I wave the security of the free.

And I demand only a little piece of peace.

That God's plan included someone I can believe.

Faith in a world of deception is an irony.

Broken glass in water,

Something that bleeds clean.

How often do we cheer coffins?

Another illusion of peaceful sleep.

No returns in this little piece of mine.

Purchased in another lifetime,

Only one way but up.

Between her legs is a crime

But I just dont give a fuck

I'm beaten by margins of soul.

Hands from old times hold me blind.

To the light inside I must follow.

Darkness with no tomorrow.

Swallowing acceptance without sorrow.

Can God be lead?

Or must you swallow follower and follow.

She's the one for me.

Shes' the tease that feeds my needs.

The first thought,

Of how do birds fuck bees?

Parents should have told us,

Never any returns on a peace of mind.

Purchased in another lifetime,

Only one way but up.

Between her legs is a crime

But I just dont give a fuck, see.

Bad apples, a tainted tree.

Which part is not me?

The bloom or seed?

Self Voices

Other people's voices
Same self, long noises
Tide the emotions in foreign notions
Ride the quotients of cantankerous potions.
Every role you seek is your role
But every soul you meet is your soul
Every cold you feel corrodes
The warmth in summer days is Gods love, as light, upon his abode.
The touch of your lover is really your own.
The voices you hear ring from universal bones.
Is only you.
This is the galaxy's truth.
In front is the gift of life.
With all it's beauty and strife.
Treble and bass,
Conscience and taste,
Each person, a divine orgasm, god's knife.
Open the gift
Breath the rift,
Know the difference between God and his beloved.
Knowledge of whose voice is not the summit.
Nothing, forever is.

You Always Find Your Way

There is no road to walk.

No obstacles to drive through.

Make your home where you talk.

My power is around you too.

Corsica is just another way to write

Death is just another part of life.

God will always be your whore.

Whispering, there is no end to her legs,

there'll always be more.

From you a young me breaths Mommy,

Come to, be true, be born, die happy.

Even if you pass in an accident,

Finish your fantasies and come back again.

We are only applicants.

But one infinite, an aspirant

Asleep forever more so that we may play,

Another day, another day,

for other days we pray.

How do you pray the gay away?

When it is apart of the road we must take.

How do you stay away

when everything loved is at stake?

Go all out, control your true self.

You'll become what you make.

Why?

Because the road of life is fake.

Every question's answer and every questioner's mistake is thinking that the roads of life are something that you take.

Hold My Heart

I make no mistakes when I'm with you.

I don't know why I need someone else to be happy but I do.

My penis tells me I do.

Only when you hold my heart,

the piece of me I don't own,

Do I know it's true.

I beg for things

And forget people's names.

I try to clean sins

When erasing memories is just the same.

How am I suppose to keep myself when everything changes?

How can I judge a good life with so many phases?

Hold my heart and keep me in one place.

Let my mind drift but let my love know your space.

I started out only half the whole.

To meet you, my other half, my fantasies creation, my better soul.

Never means nothing to me.

Forever is something for me to breath.

Agasp, hoping you think of me when you think of death, love, and growing old cold.

Hold my heart.

I have nothing other than that to give.

Hold my heart.

And let me know that somewhere I live.

Cappuccino Sum

I came to this world

To feel the sweet burn of cappuccino upon my lips.

Only mortality urns for that burn like no immortal can know.

We must keep thinking of ourselves as infinite things with an end.

But with that end we get the bend... of the universe... The humor of God.

That in great creation comes greater destruction.

We live in a galaxy of light.

Within which light rays bounce and we exist...

Within black matter,

And that omnipotent black mother is the source of all confusion.

Just the unknowing of who you are

Relates your mind back to the beginning and where you go in the end.

This is the sum of your life.

The goal and purpose in the end, of the end.

Enjoy everything as a gift!

Don't worry, be happy.

And take life one breath at a time.

Or should I say one hot cappuccino sip.

A Light That Had To Vanish

I had to go.

But I also had to stay just enough for you to love me.

Miss me.

Be angry with me.

But love me first, like lights first spark in the midst of endless darkness.

I was here just long enough to be missed.

Not by you.

But by the world around you.

By the nature of your sway,

And you desire to sway with me.

I am gone and I forgot you.

As if I was never here but I was.

An explosion that doesn't end is life, an epiphany, awareness in moment.

An explosion that ends is light.

Only once so brilliant it's worth your love.

Then it ends, unlovingly.

And I was gone.

Because I had to be.

Because we had to be light.

(and the darkness if melancholy's away was home.)

Outside

Spilt the infinity in two and let the darkness know no light.

The disconnection is numb, forsake the wilds of this world and come.

Only the inside knows the height and here and now I become undone into one.

Mind Stuck on Body Tired

To the tired lot.

Fraught with frustration and unrealized dreams.

There is light, an answer.

That is not without this world.

The gentle peace of accepting defeat.

The warrant of success revealed.

All are manifestations of the same lesson.

Both within this world and not.

Where is the Teacher?

Where is the Door?

Ask those who wish to escape the others.

There is the divine in other people.

The legendary teacher, your inner voice.

Should it forsake you for forsaking yourself, know that death and salvation are equally near.

Crying is your stalwart of time.

These words you read are not your own.

They are learned and loaned.

By someone kind.

They are turned and toned.

By a temporary mind.

Only to return with you.

Your feelings left behind.

For others to mind.

If you are tired and upset and don't see the horizon's line.

Know that by living, you have reached it.

Your goals support you side by side.

A Round of Applause From God’s Feathers

I am the greatest in the world.

I am the individual, a universal swirl. Combinations are not me.

My mind split long ago,

Out of spiritual country.

I am more than I learn, more than I know.

I remain more than I feel.

And far truer than I portray.

I only steal from myself.

What I dread I linger from day to day.

Each moment is fresh.

Each blink a serenade.

For the greatest in the world.

Nothing is ever lost, but nothing stays.

All people, all concepts, flow and vanish to the ether.

All electrons dance down dimensions ever deeper.

What do I have?

But this Black Rock Shooter soul?

And the greatest feeling of all.

I shared the greatest in the world.

It started with me being the only one. The creator of my problems.

The only one amused at my illusion.

We should laugh forever at the things that bring us together.

Because the things that separate us are really birds of a feather.

The only thing concrete in this world is infinite, pleasure.

Points in time that scales can't measure.

When the true presence of our Great Plan's Planner is hysterically obvious in one another.

Cascada Complimenta

Far.

Ago.

Before we can remember.

Something said the first kind thing. Like 'Let there be light.'

And 'Let that light find treasure.'

Back.

Before.

There were minds to remember.

Something old fought for good.

And something dark fought for pleasure.

And.

So.

Came the compliments. In dreams even God couldn't register.

His divided mind, praying and loving himself.

Giving only compliments on his one greatness.

Children loving and hating their beginning.

Trying to find their way back [To What?, Purity?]

And so we stayed here and played.

And prayed.

To no end.

Forever.

Push Your Brains Past Your Soul

Multiple mastermind

Reaching to the heavens for words and skeims (sp).

And off to the divorce you go.

Your baby body is your first sign.

The monkey of a mind, caught in a world wind of times.

You push your brains through the bars yet gain no freedom so far.

You try every good thing you can imagine and some bad things tomorrow.

But relief never comes.

It's only a game of sorrow.

But do you have to play?

As long as you stay you have a turn.

To turn things around

To make a unique sound.

To play your cage as a victory.

To show mind that you are more than just me.

It's like biting your teeth.

Or satisfying greed.

Realizing you are already free proves there to be no need.

Party and push your brains to succeed.

When your done pick your feelings and souls off the floor and breath infinitely.

Clairvoyant Drunk

Who says you can't see and be blind?

Where you run is not always where you're going.

Can you still read signs when the dark is king mind?

Touch and feel are stories, illusion snowing.

Blanketing everything, even your soul.

But where is the goal in intoxication?

What is the ultimate role for your incarnation?

A drunk that can see future is someone afraid of oblivion.

But don't we envy this forsakened sage?

In a mix of time, with the present of the present out of range?

Keep drinking far-seer.

Blanket your vision with illusions of intoxicating fear.

Save us from the enlightenment of an abyss that escapes into our lights.

Go back and forth in awareness and forget.

Go beyond your awareness of regret.

Kiss the one Beloved infinite brink.

She poured your drink,

It's with her, your kind self, with which you're upset.

Don't come back.

Die a drunk.

When you laugh at the final joke,

It will be the same as dying a monk.

Let Me Remain

When I got here

I was bare

New to the world

I was born without hair.

I acquired everything I have.

My mind absorbed everything it could grab.

Even the lines of this poem,

Like a ball rolling downhill

I swallowed like ever word,

Every poison pill.

Let me stay where I was.

In Mother's darkness,

A treasure trove of hugs.

An infinite sadness measured.

A terrible, terrible pleasure.

I didn't come here to have sex.

I didn't come here to be vexed.

I didn't come here of my own accord .

I came here because I was bored.

I fell out of paradise and now it hurts to return.

I started to fear death, as if souls could really burn.

I became a fiction, a ghost to myself. Forgetting I was the only one,

apart of the infinite wealth.

I ran from dreams and glorified my here and now body.

In the end I can't take anything,

Not even my dead body.

And what reward is it for me to grow inside?

Who You Be?

What can I write that will warp my reality right?

A piece of the infinite asks.

The Infinite asks. Yet no one but the Infinite creator knows what I can write to warp myself right.

In between the sounds,

The spaces that par thoughts

I live and I write

I am two fish connected by oughts.

What ought to be true

And what the truth ought to cost.

Means nothing to two

Since between two nothing is lost.

What is not there but should be

It's like writing dreams in the sea

It can all be true and infinite

If we agreed.

That I am you and you are me.

What?

What do I write over the words of others?

When my words are just as foreign?

Because God is not fully in my heart.

I wish, I want, I plan for the glory of release like I yearned for birth.

But the journey is the destination.

And for now I am here to be both infinite and dreamt.

A dreamer, dreaming, with no negativity to return to.

Sad but collapsing into the beauty of forever's self.

But here.

In Your Own

In the middle of a dance floor

Foreign hips bump, stomps swell with the bass more.

They feel everyone and the movement is me.

Throw your heads back, careless, and you’re free.

On a roller coaster,

Regretting that all of me is there.

Why didn’t I leave a peace of mind on the ground?

When the rush comes, its clear.

Now feeling my body adjust to a warm cup of tea.

I can’t stop the flow that’s there, is all of this me?

Is it ok to feel time move backward?

Knowing its true though, but too raw.

I won't let it show.

I won't let all my chances show.

At home, unemployed.

So many ways to sulk,

Gotta eat cheap and earn my keep.

Scattered brain, no focus, can’t sleep.

Is this my worth?

All this lack?

Is this how lonely Hell is?

When God turns his back?

I go into the dark and dance.

I feel for the joy of other’s romance

I look for a chance to feed off the dance.

I forget my woes and lose my balance.

So many opportunities pass and I still say no.

Its like the right angels are wrong.

And I can’t let it go.

I’m on my own but I can’t let my chances show.

Son Rise

Let the sun fade out and another one rise!

I won't shed a tear.

I won't even cry.

I'll let my fears hide

I force this façade of mine

To approach the dawn with only pride.

Strong and stronger, for the little ones

Today we can't afford to die.

Just remind me of the light inside

I swear for them I'll forever shine.

I can’t always raise my head

I can’t always forget the mistakes of the dead

But I’ll sacrifice for a future I can't buy.

I’ll wear cheap bandages to buy fancier toys.

I’ll let the sting of cardinal sins wear off just to know you’re fine.

A blue pastel ring around my tub.

That I scrub without soup.

Cause I need to earned that father’s day cup.

Touch my hands before you bury me and that will be my greatest joy.

For My Only Sons

To you, the unborn little ones.

The coming tide I can't deny.

Even if you don't know me.

Know my prayers.

Even if our time is forgotten.

Upon its back is built the stairs.

Don't go too far away from the light of your soul inside.

We put it there.

We placed it carefully, where?

In your very thoughts, a message throughout time.

Love life as of this bittersweet experience is the only thing you have.

The only gift you've been given.

The only thing that you are.

The only star you've walked so far.

Even if you hate me, know that I was only here for you.

Know that I thought of you and fought for you throughout dark parts of this world’s maze.  

And still I stayed, in this forgotten world of light and matter.

I made something that did matter.

With sex and love and food and crimes laid down my life to keep the dream alive.

To let the future know how brilliant it looked to me.

I found your mother and for you we breed.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I am no longer here but prosper you must.

So that I may smile back at you some day.

At the feet of God your own children will play.

On and on to an eclipsed dawn.

If you lose faith.

If you forsake the sex and the very beauty we were put here to enjoy.

Then know that your life is more than a toy.

It is potential.

A potential girl or boy.