autumn swirling reds, yellows, n’ browns,

exhaling whispers through yo’ silk dress.

step by step, our lips hum sundown,

harmonious motion and hair raising rest.

hillside matrimony, raw spirit fighting air;

despite ever-changing seasonal cycles.

yes, somewhere out there, we must beware,

crowded streets drool misleading titles.

here, we are safe, under blankets of fleece,

outside, November wind sways sturdy oak.

here, in dreams of moans n’ pulsing peace,

we lay head on chest, both blowin’ smoke

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waking up the morning after midnight rain,

I feel you twitch asleep, n’ feel a lil’ sane

inspiration switch

rapture amused

bad boy twitch

catchin’ bad clues

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hint lovely stuffin’

killin’ whale songs

bohemian cunning

a honey liaison

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swamp-side-walkin’

soldiers eclipsed

a classic haunting

deep within our hips

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blurring premonition

and all hope unholy

sadly reminiscent

if only, if only…

We are sensual beings. Reacting before we think. Talking before we listen. Writing before we read. Preaching soft melodies to entertain ourselves. Capable of fulfillment.

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We are full of delicate tangibles; full of fragile balance. Shamefully striving to be honest with ourselves, gentle with others.

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We are creators pondering amazing questions. Looking into third dimensions. Ironically afraid of trying new things. Ironically afraid to follow what we love.

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We’re learning madness can lead to great spiritual freedom but not peace. Learning only work can make our soul divine. Learning constantly.

All I want to do is scream. Someplace where no one can hear me. I want to cleanse my body, and give my spirit the warmth it deserves. I want to stomp away dirt, and feelings unreal. I want to break my positive facade and weep ‘till the morning. I want to tell you how much I miss you in gory detail. I want to get lost in all things sensual. But I won’t, for all is lost with impulse.

I am a lover. Full of honest thought and crippling revelation. A chain reaction igniting goodwill towards the ones I hold dear. An ever-changing solidity swayed by midnight moons and naked bodies. A patron of simple language and it’s natural wonder. A believer in the fact that poetry’s not dead. A consistent force rising to new levels.  A mad skeleton running around for wisdom in the wrong places.  A breath-taking sunset shining through the trees. A warm companion, wide-eyed with innocence, following his heart. A mellowing fool inspired by silly things, keeping promises and mementos. A contradiction in the best way possible, striving to understand what I cannot. A soft blanket that survived childhood, full of holes and safety  A bomb after the explosion. Fragmented and ever-ready for reconstruction. Fighting for my life.

Time, switch, impulse. Impulse at two o’clock in the morning sharing a cigarette  on top some kegs in warehouse backroom. Impulse eating. Impulse drinking. Impulse pissing in guttural bathroom, shit-gray-shit. Impulse hip memento under black light lime green electron cheese. Impulse for familiar face. Distraction. Nicotine Impulse. Impulse to make sure one person is okay, but stronger impulse to find friends for cab. Impulse laughing. Impulse pissing in the middle of the street. Impulse sway, sway, swaying, Alright I’m back up. Impulse substance abuse. Four o’clock bagel-sandwich Impulse. Impulse, fall asleep in dog bed under pea coat.