You’re my oxygen, one breath of you, I was hooked for life
You’re my love friend, one kiss of you, I was tired my wife
It’s our love again, it lasts and lasts, even at the darkest night
Be careful with me, I’m a gentle precious miss who’s bright
Oxygen, breathe in
Life, heave in
We, can be in
Love
Joined at the hip
Kiss the lips
Lasts the length of the oxygen
Love, a heart to beat inside my mind
Joined, beyond the past, a journey taken together
Time, alone my side is never made again
Love, a heart to beat inside my mind
Bloom young one / a breach of the day
Stroke a short bloom / lieutenant of a day
Weeping symbol justice / growing yeast feeds
Little bits of grass just in reach
Life beats inside my head
Love flows from all the places
Let’s stay like this
Away from all the other things
Awe at how soft you are
Answer to my questions
And I can’t be away from you
Bales of sodden sky fluff the horizon
Eaten by unicorns
Biting little flickers of ice
Chasing contrails together
Catching a jet airliner
Wingtips passing to touch
Bit and cusp, cusp, cusp
Giddy up for the galloping clouds
Forget the love of a billion stars as the wink upon the surface of a moons lake. Your blessing brings me my knees to buckle under the weight of the day.
Intoxicated light glimmering feathers upon my face
Soft, and flush, each a kiss from your body to mine
Reaching beyond each nerve to my soul and touching each part to heal it
Growing love, to melt into your body. Push gently, as a creeks first flowing in spring rain. Gulping then the streams supple blessing to my sounds forge.
(Koala)
Nay the last few days had brought her better leaves than ever
Never had it seemed they where growing faster than she could eat
The big ones, with their big stomp feet had helped her find them
Stems, stalk and leaf, they crunched in her mouth, slowly to be digested in her nap
The big ones visited her and brought more leaves, so many she could not believe
How had they found them? It had been such a struggle, all her life
Now, it was like, forests of leaves just for her, it was nice
Silently, cameras capture her subtle beauty, come to visit her, call her cutie
The moon shone upon her enclosure as she was feeling her age
Darkly, the night continues to expose shadows across the leaves
She can’t eat as many, but they bring her more than what seems like whole trees
No more, the next night, they being no more, as she is now in the big eternal eucalyptus tree
And the moon continues to shine upon the darkness left behind
Cuddles are nice, and good for you too
Cuddles thrice, with food in your belly
feels and good as it could
I wish I could cuddle all my life
Cuddles make me feel,
all gooey and good
they change my mood
and hold me to you
Cuddles make me and you so happy
so lets have some cuddles tonight!
Glory sprung from frosty life. I weep as flowers spring to life. Whispers flapping in my wings. Teeth of memory, racing the clock. Imagination tired of these methods, metaphors of effort.
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
Love to hear your voice
No matter your mood
Love the feel of skin
Especially, nude
This is our place together
Joined by love, angels feathers
We’re in our cuddle heart
I hope we never part
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
Love to make you breakfast
Eggs shining as the sun
Love to see you smile
Tea and some bagels too
Love inside our house
Especially, you
This is our hearts together
This is our place together
Joined by love, angels feathers
We’re in our cuddle heart
I hope we never part
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
I’m going to see
You are my past breath
It’s on the bus stop
Inside of the fruit shops
Drown out the tanka
Heart swims to heart
Eating perfect tarts
Five bottles sitting in the rim
Made of earth, made of glass, spun from of wood, grown from faith, free of sin
full of the flowers of the kings, each dripping with sweet honeydew scent within
pretend they contain your deepest dreams, see the silky skin
the heat, Softness, Full to the brim
I grasp at sunlight to spread upon that skin, to bring it to life, as gaze again
Shock to my scene, a wasp comes in, hoping to score a part of this gorgeous place. It soon brings all of its friends, and they make a neat nest and again I can not be here anymore
Five bottles no longer filled to the brim
The honeydew skilled all over the rim
Spoiled earth, broken glass, burnt wood, chained faith, coated with sin
(intro)
Soft inter transience
Winters cold touches us
Brewing our ambience
(chorus)
Halt, above my heaven!
Feel, outside etherial
(v1)
Dance all the way to the centre of your mind
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
Just look up to the sky, the moon is sitting high
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
(v2)
Perfects just a word, not a place for our kind
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
You look at you, your shelling your cocoon
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
(v3)
Buttfly you rise, out from inside
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
Fly up, fly up high
Find the inner tribe of your feelings
I’m sitting on our bed, watching the darkness creep across the street
Little cicadas children hatch in the roots of the trees to crawl up and I start to forestall a night of cream shrieks
out of my clothes, naked and known I wait silently anticipating
titillating
participating
the shown
I want your momentum, your dreamscapes, your flesh against mine
Sheath, shell and reap the kisses and the teeth you touch against mine. Deep inside me, heart beats like the calling, I hear this warm cicada night
Stars bloom my night orchid swoon, engorging like a harvest moon. Cicadas scream as we bloom
Upon my form of lyre, from which I do desire, comes the flanking crops
Up and too, into hear, pain into ecstasy, upon my rear
Purple, your work, draws it’s words
And now, from into your mounds to I give chase, for milk and honey tunes do I need to hear
Faces meet for a repast of lips, it’s a very nice trip, but oh what a trick
I feel your hand below my hip
Little footfall fingers walking across my soft pages, reaching my spine and then down to the other hand playing the next
Often one can feel you break the dam, only to find beavers build it again. Oftentimes I would probably feel anyone but you would fail to break mine so much, that the rupture would be better described as a flooded basement with creaky house attached, but it isn’t possible to be so blasé. I’m flooding everywhere, creaky house pouring like the rain
Down and through this all, my timely means to get to you is but not delayed. For sure as the flood does cease, I am willing it likely to come again and again
Then taste, a good thing inside my mouth, sitting down around a bout, I’m twisted sheets and tongue attached, into caves, crevasses and cracks
No area is to small for my place to drink, lick or eat, it’s all a better meal than ill have this week
Ducks. Moons. Eternity. Tamed memory.
Little things I keep alive in my mind.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had. It’s still hard to find anything that will ever replace.
Eclipse. Moonshine. Moonstone.
Pentagram, in a illustrated book.
Never, ever, even being.
Your words that saved me. And these little things I do. Again. Again,
Pain gone? That’s a comfort. For some.
I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile. Again. Again.
Desolation in the empty.
Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting. Dissipating.
Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain? The life that flows through us, it’s trying always to escape.
The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time.
Yours, to brief.
mine still lingering
I ask why
Two eggs, laid down by the corridors
Sure as mortal days escape by the west coast
Rolling boulders feel the way of the mocking birds
Roasting legs dripping starlight onto the verge
Up in my estimations, high sky crosses the absurd river of ice
Titanic served salmon on a bed of white rice
With such luscious little smiles, scales and forgiveness in the rails
It’s the day of the cowardly snails
Eating all the clouds
Breaking all their moister
Mawl down the lighting and the ice
Filling bellies full of watery vice
Brace, riding this carrion is hard
They eat their way scaring the sky
They are serving tea and biscuits in the first class cabin
Freaked with pink specks above the wing, oh Pegasus
Length of your abroad sailing on that rack
I struck by saturnism, a soiled being of mirth
Naught, uncle verily sold unto me a fandangle disposition
Oh mooncalf I hear you spake, the numbing cheat would but be a faster expiry
Fain I am, I call
Gods acer, you be in amount regardless
Such day, yea I drink from young blood of ye?
Neigh, it be but ague to your conistution
Slipshod my night, soon but I do.
Gentle careful aches for touch
Much sense filled to almost brimming
In your kisses I am swimming
Bring, bring us tendril islands
Let’s go together
Lost on our island forever
Never, ever be anything but us
Oh, flounder and thrust
Tickle, trickles into a caress
I’m sorry but I might make a mess
Wispering silence as much as you can best
The lick of a breast
For long our nibbles
Trouble with tribbles
Plays quitely on your TV
I steal a kiss passionately
Clever girl, your gasping breath says
Tendril of your tounge finds
Sipping your wine, for it’s time
For partaking of mine
Tendril islands
Put into motion
Drinking this potion
Lost in my ocean
Kill the message.
Kill the messenger.
Murcury is not death, though
His is as deceiving as any one can tell
A theith and a lair, Larunda will not tell though
For cutthroat Jupiter hastily cut out her tounge
You may think, that Murder has beseeched the messenger of the gods
You forgot they are just as tricksy as us if not more
But what else is a god, but the very hardened psychosis of us poorly mortals
Listen to that screech Hell is about to be unleashed
Silver death comes to those who are not prepared
Nightmares born of dusty dreams
I cannot think to compare
Beyond, beyond, our reach
Demons reign in caverns deep
Black smoke rising. Stench arcrid ensnare
Step on skulls full of grimy discusting things
A world beyond me doesn’t seem to care
Listening and hiding in this shadow
I’m very sure I’m being drawn to be like them
Marrow and blood flow from my skin bare
Pick my pistol up
Shoot them, shoot them
I’m sure your going through the same flair
I gaze, I find myself inside your eyes
That deepness that blooms warmth around
Arises reflection of souls beyond this deepness
Clouds, dripping our rainbows through the sky
Wispers of lies, wishing for the gentle touch of truth
I’ll be a roundabout, we have both come out
Tingle of frying fruits, creame and vanilla
Yet a continuing riddle of what we ask for dinner
Scratch, bite, tickles, the day star yearns
I’m so deep in those eyes, dark, mysterious / will I ever learn?
We sleep or walk under the light
Forever seeking the right path
Through the forest frights
Dark under cloudy mourning the bright
After all we all love under the same moonshine. I ask you to hold me tight.
Sun burns, into the soil like fires making ash
Flesh tied onto bone white and dead
Nests, birds long gone now
Streets black and empty, to hot for motors now
Whispers of clouds like stepping shapes
Looking about face
The soup of her favorite song in the air
She takes her halo off
Polishing it for the first time
Covered in crystal hatreds
The mess these mortals make
Chords of their lives weaved in knots
They scissor hands and scissor deaths
Looking at this moment, at her own thoughts
Knitting, striving, fated black ropes
Destiny, in these times
It took so long for her to be aware of this
A warm feeling of the subdued grey lingers
Non one calls her by her name
They have a word for her, and her
Woefully worshipping, in the hope
Silently despairs, in the hate
Significantl tangles, a messy weave
She’s not the only one who weaves
They do, themselves make it, their are others too
Like, above and, ever pressent
Immortals is the wrong word
They are: Longen.
Riding the noises in the forest fae
Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds
Strange library, evergreen, oh don’t mind me
Pinky promises flowering essence, cool Ghostly presence
Little strange new dreams of machines, none of them clean
Rocky colors, shook the duller capture
Fresh kill to the bones of the Trill, they’re after the carrion fill
Hot cups, gimlet luck, blue blood, true mud
Flicking others, shadows like cothered muffeled mussel
Dripping with spite their is the spike, and the hill of the place of the armsted respite
Besides that their it is, a spokesman for the next new species
A fairy and a robot, a gathering thought, waves
It’s hand is up, sucking on the teat
Newborn, but not a newcomer
How quickly will it learn?
Of the spiders, birds, books and nerds?
Warming inside
Like alive
Supple rays
To pheonix flame
Sun tea; invigorating me
Well that wasn’t even the justice of the curls in the system
I’m sore as a whole bunch of petitions
Piles of cheats and gassing hermits in leering metal boxes
so I hear they melted down the ox’s
Great beanie islands, sitting in a million times their volume of views
Ques, cues
I anguished. I stepped. I swore are you doing not the right sight. That true box of things that weels it’s place, seems to know more about your directions
Curly, your just like them
Grenadine, mixed in tears of a virgin
Lonely, like a oyster
You will blame the system then the others
Never see the ocean of muck you are in
Is that your fualt? Your future?
I’m just a pearl
I’ve got no cleavage to cut with
I’m anguish, I’m hatred, down into the salty sand I will fall when your gone but a memory in the heart of the ocean.
I’m part of a potion
Coming into the second hands higher than thou attitude
I’m just dirt. I’m not nothing, but it’s how some will see me.
Root sum of the east
Plating his mustache with an air of efficiency
Standing guitar ready to play, black leather jacket has seen better days
He takes his breath, starts to sing a tune that summons
Ideal of summers warm like lime cordial long since past, winters chills that sends shivers that last
The people come and find his song, travel with it to this pretend land long gone
Walls that build a civil society above the sky looking at the land below. A vision of perfection
A mouse sends postcard from the wainscoting, telling us of all his shopping. Is this another story? Song? Or are we asleep.
We feel but meek. Weaker and poorer and happier, as we realize how perfection isn’t meant to last
