speed in need
and heed the halt
not the knot in our belt
the belt across my thigh
and I feel fright in the night
light tightly across our moons
fools foolish moves and it’ll be me
on my feet feeding beaming until freed.
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
speed in need
and heed the halt
not the knot in our belt
the belt across my thigh
and I feel fright in the night
light tightly across our moons
fools foolish moves and it’ll be me
on my feet feeding beaming until freed.
Hooked and out of control
latched onto your soul
nothing to do
but to be with you.
The beginnings sharp turn
south end cliff
rendering four feet
covered in shadow.
Living in the head of wonder
three feet from north end cliff
circle chasing.
Night alone
loner donuts
flush creeping closer
cheating sir-
The lower lip sweeps away
the reaching hand
before the lower ring
steals the show.
All this built up
moving in slow motion
sores at the tips of my lips
grinding the seconds away.
Watching the clock
shake hands on beating
time and I’ll wait
for your lips to touch mine
in the rain singing
away the time.
They don’t compare
a buried treasure
all the way to the bottom
tightened pleasure
all the way to the bottom.
Breathing in
deeper into you
missed embrace a single trace
live embrace and us face-to-face
they don’t compare.
Feeding the light
the sweeping tidal wave
never away
No Way.
Diving deeper
down to the bottom
and all I need
is you
Transit station
eleven at night
the mass climbs
on anything that moves.
Patience for the station
the train lights run all night
ticket with only one
name
and one stop
Writing to appease a voice.
Writing to appease the nights I no longer want to wake.
Writing to soothe the morning after.
the screams that echo through
mortified chambers and only tender
flesh can ease his consciousness.
Writing to soothe the demons that pursuit.
Writing to find a voice
Writing is a voice.
shared meal peaking under the crimson rays for peaking skin.
breaking in over two stories a low cal cuisine dinner and a liquor store.
never checked into a scheduled nooner and never felt the whip of the moon on our backs.
dealing presents in secret
blessing in moderation
and they will thank him.
The family before left blood on there heels
walking in the night feeding the fears
and our dreams will be vicious.
Presents in moderations
and blessings in secret
a new day hero
I think about it everyday
the courage I lack
the courage I want
to walk around in a suit
of a better me.
The green trails
lead down the path
to a new color
to a new
a new suit
a suit that I’ll share
a suit for us.