would you see
the end of the day
strolling across
the face of our hug
holding
on to the hour
like we hold hands
and I have to
hold my breath
today I know I gasp
between kisses
because I even
know that not enough
air exists on earth
to refill me
after you have heated me
She is active, calculating in photographic images.
I am less activated, outlining in cloudy impressions.
She becomes quick, trusting these video stills.
I become dull, misbelieving my busted camera.
She mistrusts her belief in her pictured observing, and there is faith in that self doubt.
I see not to distrust, yet I don’t assume from facts in broken portraits.
Questioning her revelations, she forgets why she asked herself.
Answering my revelations, I forget what the questions were.
When proof fails her, she doubts everything.
When proof fails me, I am correct again.
She continues fast and sharp, in her clarity.
I continue boring and less fast, in my fog.
She wants a plan, without desires or objectivity.
I wish my desires, with no plan that I can see.
She has new confusion in her understanding.
I have new understanding in my confusion.
what possible
combination of verbs
could make the feelings clear
just because
I was writing once
doesn’t mean
that I was doing anything
I was just preparing for
the day when we were
eventually reunited
honing my skills
preparing my abilities
because without a doubt
you are who I was meant for
and so
all the rest of these words
were only there to give my
garden a rich variety
of nutrients to draw on
to show you the
bloom of my realization
of our good synchronicity
in this lasting connection
of adoration
I am not upset at you
I am mad about you
and I cannot wait any longer
so now you get to see the
boat sink itself
reading through the opening of the day
a cutting word can wait
and a joy has been found in the easing back
of trials and errors
of tribulations and folly
the scream of an upset mind
can be caught when the driving wind
will make us all see the answers again
I destroyed the sun
and angered the moon
and came back to apologize
too soon
complimenting
the swift passage of time
is the grey clouds racing by
showing the wind which way it pushes
and dragging down a dancing leaf
making my hair stay out of my face
playing a tune on the branches of trees
but my legs are churning
and I won’t shut down
I have to make a gain out of a loss
no matter how many times
I have to go
let me make up my mind in time
before I start the journey of tomorrow
instincts say
I must see myself succeeding now
while the fire starts
and everything is warming
And you know, when things hurt, take action,
keep your eyes on the prize, and sometimes you are the prize,
when you are suffering inside, at least it belongs to you,
wanting the best for each other should be what you both want,
if you cannot be who you want, you will not get who you want,
whenever you return, don’t try to make sure you are missed,
don’t be alarmed when you are forced to take the first step,
when everybody else is predictable, bored, or lazy, don’t you be,
be yourself even when there are plenty of other people not that way,
accomplish joyful and helpful acts, the reasons why will show themselves,
remind yourself daily what and who it is you work for, and why,
eventually even the guards will not pay attention to everything,
decide what you want to do before you decide where you are at,
making things better starts with the attitude involved in it,
portray the world that you want it to be in what you do in it
So patient and reliable, the full moon reads my wispy mind,
and I begin to confess to it, in tones of bitter and
responsive emotion, how my thoughts currently are
obsessed with one experience; and the moments keep
slipping away into the impenetrable fortress that
is the past, and it is almost as if I am meant
to treasure a memory more than meet a friend
like that again, if I’d have recognized it in time
where would we be right now and would you even
want to be with me on this road, in this dream, know what
I mean? everything is tough after the days where it is
summertime easy, and now I am sure I should just go, to
someplace where they like me more or where I can take
my car out, and there is a very special place that I
right my life up, in deep and different
night-time cloudy castles of inspiration, finally made it
through the fog I saw coming, whatever happens next in my
life I will no longer doubt what I should do, when
you really hurt and ache you just do what you have to in
order to deal with it, and when that is over with you put that
concerned thought in order, then put that velvet
coffin to rest, when your stabbed heart & soul need
it, then feed the fire
 | Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
 | Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
 | LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
 | Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
 | Lucy on Presenting present |
| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
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