You want the red light district inside my heart?
You can't have it.

I wont give it up for you- or anyone else- so "fuck off."

I don't really know what makes me say such things.
Still, I like saying them.

Everyone has their own dark side.

You don't need to be a Jedi all the time.

I'm free to express myself here-
even if I have nothing to express- so "back off."

It isn't like I ASKED you to read this.
Did I?

Humanity is starting to bore me.
Life is getting old.
Who thought I'd be tired before thirty-three?
Half past six has never tolled
an hour when I finally see,
how much time I waste in cold, linear type.

So I keep thinking, I may as well,
reorganize the words that start to sell,
the strangeness inside my brain,
which doesn't matter and doesn't gain...
a dollar, or a smile, or a sideways glance
I do it just because I can chance

the opportunity on a roulette wheel
that another person just might feel
something real and understand- life isn't always what you plan.

Now, there was a time, when a little inspiration dripped
off the rounded edge of my pink cheek.
I was paralyzed when you'd speak-
and biting my tongue- a lip lined
with salt blood, satiated my taste for pain.
And all at once, we did it again.
Was it good for you?

Dive into my dream without clarity,
and without fear, a curious year,
a long song that lingers mindfully,
to the tune I can dance- but the feeling
cant be faked, or reproduced, or recorded
Once it is done, Im all over- "you"
and it doesn't matter that there is no closure,
you can't touch me anyway and you knew you never could.

More closed off than you'll ever know,
You pretend you exist within the spaces
where you can see the meaning, but I know
all you are gleaning is emptiness. The reason?
You aren't brave enough to deal with the substance
or the excrutiating pleasure that comes
from the profound understanding of another
in true naked form.

Did you expect sincerity, when you have none to give?

Live she'd provide the tide that rocked
one swollen ship while you'd bite your lip -and now,
I call you out, while you drown down the ample fear
that beats up your hard heart.

A hard heart ceases bleeding. Marble is cold and dry.
Still it is used to build and save
as the Egyptians did- round the tombs of their greatest
eternal treasure. You guard it like a dead god.

And in the eve, I knew it wasn't even me, for you it was a reprieve
from her- the one responsible for your desperation-
and the reason you will never ever come close again.
A sad end to a beautiful well covered by a sewer cap
to block out the rats so the water stays pure.

Keep your aquafina, I crave flavor
a kiss I can savor and a hold that can
deny me flight. The only way it is right- a touch I'll remember
And then, only to him, will I surrender.

miles of lakes between
the space makes time seem
fast because it is not now
not really just once I would
like to be in the same space
where your breath makes
the tiny light hairs near
the nape of my neck rise
as I feel your eyes glance
down my back cool and white
while my cheeks glow red

believe me when the night awakes
in cool darkness your hand takes
mine sublime in time my heart
beats through skin dampened
by the steam that radiates from
your skin in contact with every
touch you love so much to
dream with me completely

And so we move through time
and space to a place where you
dare to feel something real but
not quite new its something old
something true and we know it
was built to last forever if
only we can can remember that
every second matters and never
take for granted the seeds
we planted so shall our garden
grow

I believe you are mine as I
am yours and there is nothing
beyond the shores that could be
better than this place I find
within myself where you reside
and control the tide of the
emotional wave I want to
drown in with you and die
to be reborn new. Try now in
this moment please sieze all
that I am and all that I have
to give- Love is where I live.

When in the morning you came
It came to me at the same
and as I lay there shaking
from reality's dream
feeling something free
I flew- to you, happy, true-
Yet I am mad to linger here
A space where you
are not near

Listen to me, little cat.
While I tell the tale of that
which makes the willow tree
weep for thee and me.

In the early morning hours
I confided to the flowers
as dew settled on the graves
I'll not come back to ye-

The head stones are imaginary.
All are scuffed by earth's graffiti-
for spirits have no coffins
and smiles cant be snuffed.

Still the graveyard exists,
where yesterday's love remains.
And as we tramp on through the mists,
We let losses die to make room for gains.

This I tell you, little cat-
As in my lap you stretch your paws
"Past Love's Death Wears New Hat"
It is safe to now retract your claws.