Shadows

Slick chocolate brown leather sets the stage,

A beam of light shinning makes for a near reflection,

Perfectly vertical backside of a tempting loveseat,

The predator approaches,

Long fur and contrasting patches,

Needless to say: intimidating,

So the stalk begins,

Crouched close to the ground,

Embracing the sun-heated tiles,

Brewing with anticipation,

Adorably rambunctious,

But presently, primitively captivated with excitement and suspense,

The omega-shaped dark image,

Impressed on the chocolate,

It slowly begins to sway,

Provocatively seductive,

Finally, it’s too much,

And the pooch gives in to the first leap of exertion and playful ecstasy,

Devastatingly,

No success,

Repetition proves fatigue, then an unexpected yet determined,

Twisting, snake of a smell, enters,

Suddenly,

A new search is born,

And consequently, the previous is immediately forgotten,

Until next time that is,

Cheers to ignorant simplicity and a world of shadows and smells.

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The Wood

Undeniable attraction,

But is that enough?

Do we have the time?

Or is it too tough?

Its harder to face the looming ladder,

Be it fantasy or pretend,

The real is probably the end,

I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.

But im not sure anymore,

As I may not be the lure,

For the distance is a curse,

That I will not rehearse,

So I forgo in front,

Its for us baby, I swear im not a cunt

For I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.
Wood in our foundation,

a surprising revelation

Of the things of our past

Were never our last

In fact, was our present,

Our cross stricken now,

That pulls us apart,

And sheds all our art,

Took a year to yield,

With left the shield,

To the grief of our future,

Which feels each suture,

Find the wounds open,

And cant let anymore hope in,

So I say goodbye now,

Before I tear up my brow,

I package our capsule,

And wait in a castle,

For my inexplainable,

Never attainable,

Soul of a man

All because I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.
Waiting in the hills,

More real than pills,

I miss you,

I want you,

I don’t actually need you,

But id sure like to kiss you,

So come home to me,

And we will see,

We will see

Ohhh we sure will see.

cuz as always, I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.


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Winnings

Love for close to two decades,

Fire is spent but the memory is strong,

Foundation succeeded through earthquakes,

This is friendship turned family,

But I am still troubled by your endeavors,

Aimlessly giving your heart away to anyone,

I want someone to truly love you,

The way you deserve to be loved,

Stop giving it away as a bonus to the lemonade

And make them earn it,

I am no expert, but it doesn’t take one to see youre not winning,

Not winning them,

Not winning love,

Not winning respect,

Not winning over yourself,

Please find you first,

The artful, adorable you are,

There is so much to discover,

And only then will you win.

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Cycles

I just feel so damn much,

It’s like my life is a book,

And every detail is there for a reason,

Intended symbolism,

Interpreted by my all-encompassing moods,

For better or for worse,

It brings me to nausea,

An analysis driven headache,

I want that little glass box,

Boom will you show me?

You were always my escape,

I need you now,

Cuz I can’t find my way,

And in this home of hers,

I can’t think straight,

I’m on an out-skirted twig,

And I succumb to the distance,

Go to bed early,

Eat what’s on my plates,

and let my mind live through pages,

But I need your touch,

I need you to stroke my hair the way you love to do,

I’m coming,

God help me I will get there,

But where will she run?

Her boom is taken and I don’t know what to do,

How to help,

But I need to give her space and time,

So blahhhhhhhhh,

Dammit cycles,

Cleanse, rinse, repeat,

Cycle again…

I need to get out of here.

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The Base

With energy that corresponds to your mood,

Like it is all only for you,

It connects and inspires,

It can tie you to the moment,

Suspend you in air,

Tickle your eardrums,

Butterflies in your heart,

Then throw you down to the beat,

With a safety belt of base,

You know you will be taken care of,

Repetition, improv, originality,

It defines people undefinably,

Tells a story,

Exposes wounds,

Brakes hearts,

Allows growth through

acceptance, acknowledgment,

explanation, exploration,

reveal, connect, heal,

repeat.


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