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.