Knowing you’re gone…

The only way to know who’s who is death. And even then you’ll never enjoy the knowing in your head. For it’s after the fact of life that people say they care. Wishing you were still around so their self absorbed heart won’t tare. One hasta expire to be someone on these planes. As the thought of it is as disturbing as fake smiles while hiding their true face. To exist is to be excused until the end comes to claim the pain’s confusion. They’ll want you back just to ignore you as if an illusion. This world is delusional in the way it thinks. Backwards and living in reverse as it’s lost in some fairytale sorta dream. Fall over and let the air in your lungs escape. As your eyes close others will finally take a moment to say your name. To appear from outta nowhere flocking to a body you left behind. And only if you could see how fake everyone is you’d wanna parish from the hype. It’s all an act of considerations that lose meaning in words spoken out loud. Without ever hearing them whisper as you cross over beneath the ground. Recognition and gossip is what will become of the mourning day. As the one you truly are lays motionless to the game. Unable to listen to a relentless display of tongues lying of sympathy and purpose when they could’ve show it all along. At your wake you’ll sleep in a room of disrespect bcuz they know you’re gone. And who will protect your legacy that only you have lived? There’s a reason I haven’t much to give…

In which are you.?.

Easy and freaky are two different things when vanity is the only thing that sinks in to the mood. Depending on which one you are, you can either leave outta the same door in which you came waltzing through. Or drop down with an mmm to see what the night may claim. I would like to hear you call out my name. No matter which way you are I’m sure you’d be fun to play with again and again. As I might be attracted to you but turned off by the instability in your heart that hasn’t anything to gain. Your physical arrogance isn’t enough for a man like me craving a depth to surface in the dark. I need a deeper sense of stability that awakens unfazed needs with a blinded spark. But if it’s a kink you intend to free with me in mind. Lock the door and turn off the light. Just know sight hasn’t a fucking thing to do with how we interact. Bringing to life fantasies felt with hands is a type of  sensation that has no eye contact. When getting to know how bodies move there’s a way of telling truths. If you’re freaky put me to use. Otherwise it’s easy to turn around and be gone. Someone else will come along. One willing to open up and be seen without the conceited flaws of outter beauty. It’s your choice if we enjoy or nudity. Doing untold things that never leave the room. As limits and boundaries are crossed forcing desires to move. I yield my words until you show yourself in the shadows of passion’s wake. Until then, you’re just another face…

No longer…

Going on a trip through the middle of the mind. Witnessing how things have changed behind the eyes. Digging deeper the roaming drifts into the shadow’s kept secrets. Oh the things forgotten and the memories that met their defeat. One piece at a time it all must go. Relieving the heart from the conflictions of a place called home. So in to the center of thought where reality halts for a lil bit. To clarify and calm the now so self can gather a new mindset that’s connected to the ribs. Falling under to clear out imbedded twists that no longer have a purpose to gain. There’s a shift in the presence of character taking the chains from wrists for there’s no reason to be tamed. Leaving nothing but the empty to be filled with everything that’s never occurred. But first. Beneath the surface the evacuation of weight lightens the load. Correcting the details within that find comfort in confirming self’s crave to unbury the bones. To rid worth of the drag that restricts the smile from lifting upward. As behind locked doors that haven’t be opened in years there’s a silliness that lurks. Finding it’s home no longer resides in the depths that is I. The chaos is free to find the peace it needs somewhere else bcuz it doesn’t belong in thy life. For one little goodbye spoken is enough to ease a sigh that’s waiting is turn to breathe. Bcuz I fell back in luv with me…

When I rest I live…

Falling into dreams to be at peace. Knowing you’re there to ease my wants and needs. It’s not real but damn if it doesn’t feel like it is. You make it hard to return to realities disturbing twist. You’re not here so I come to you. I like the way we move. So I drift back over the threshold to see your face every night. And oh how I miss you more and more every fuckin’ time. Just entering la la land I feel me come to life. I can’t explain what’s going on but I enjoy the hype. Being my eyes I escape into your arms opened for me to get to your heart. You’re a work of art. An imagined perfection that helps me lose control. You’re the reason I like being left alone. I just wanna cross the line that divides our worlds. I’m weak by gaining emotional strength when I have you as my girl. I’m me when I’m there. As where I’m from I don’t wanna live and ours not fair. To leave you come the moment the sun arises for a new day. All I do is sigh until the darkness reunites us so we can play. Living in a fantasy without a care to be thought of. Bcuz everything revolves around us being in luv. On the coast somewhere or laid up in a hammock in the mountains breeze. With you I don’t havta breathe. So stealing my breath away isn’t a thing you could ever do to harm me. I just wish I didn’t havta awaken from my dreams. It’s no fun on this side of the boundaries that part us. And you can’t follow me back so we can coexist no matter where we linger as a must. I can’t wait to sleep so I can see you. I’ll be there soon…

Ease on back…

Sitting and talking. Watching you bathe. Soaking as you relax for a bit. I leave you alone so you can have your space. Either way we coexist. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Just to witness you get dressed. Bcuz I enjoy the way you move. Keep the water warm. Take your time. There’s no rush. I’m glad you’re loving you best life. Side by side with me we go. Doing the little things that matter the most. In with the comfort of you and I. This is home. A place we come to be. In rare form just being who we are. So run the hot water out if you must. Warm your heart. I’ll light you a candle to help your mood. Then close the door to keep the heat in. You more where I’ll be. Laying across the bed with a grin. As you unwind from a long day. Sinking in to the thought of life v on the rise. In your dimmed domain listening to the music’s pulse. Whispering every rhyme…

Let’s knock em’ down…

We can do the guns without the roses. Just let the rose bushes grow in the shit with the drizzle from the hose. We can d o a little more shootin’ and a lot less cuttin’.  It’ll give us a lil more time to spend on us playin’ around laughin’ and luv’n’. Tastin’ a smile straight from the lips puckered up. Go grab your gun. I never liked the way flowers die after they’ve been plucked anyways. Guarantee they’ll still be by the porch once we get back. But hey. That’s me wantin’ to do a lil more than the same ol thing. Just aim, squeeze and try not to breathe. As steady as your hand can swing in mine. Line up the targets and let’s knock em’ down as the bullets take flight. It’s way better than a dozen dead tulips in a vase. Load the clip and feel the pop bring life to your face. Put you a hole in something and smell the chambers smoke. I’ll be right beside you as you’ll never be alone. We can take turns until the sun goes down. That’s the life I wanna live with you in the here and now. Fuck the flowers let’s have us some fun. Whew, what a rush…

It’s…

Doing it all for the end to tell the heart it’s ran it’s course. It’s all for nothing once the moment fades into emotions being lured. Just to sit still long enough with time grind away with memories never made. All bcuz thoughts get caught up in a past that has been lived that paved the way. With tears that release the pain that wasn’t spiced to be. Life continues as the smile understands it’s all a phase placed in a dream. To be remembered if it matters to the now after moving on. Falling back in luv with self as the long missed norm. Things change in trails that find errors in others. Helping the one within evolve in more ways than just being someone’s luv’r. All of it is merely a learning curve awaiting the lesson at hand. On a twisted reality where the solo act makes a stand. Establishing a worth prior to another go around with depths exposed. Knowing it’s a desperation to keep counting on hope. So the focus gathers a better sense of what it’ll take to redefine the outcome that awaits. It’s all in the way the awakening rises to the occasion for a friend to gain. In a mental aspect of protecting the most sacred details hidden beneath the surface. Never to return to the feeling of believing it’s all worthless. As finding a belief in anything other than the image in the mirror is the hardest thing to do. Or ain’t easy to overcome the attachments that shattered use. As it’s not anyone else’s fault why we sit them outta getting close to us. When we stand at the line of trusting someone and whispering, “ Fuck luv”. There’s a defining thought that lingers in the mind. Remembering what to avoid if ever it tried to pretend not to lie. It’s all to become who we are. Periodically allowing the feel to dig into the heart…