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Lost to a Song

I listen to it so much now
Every word is embedded in my memory
But I feel better because the artist can relate to me
I don’t know if the creator knows
In the since to fold for another’s will like me

But this song I knew not the words
Not a single chorus nor verse
But I would play it over and over
Until I was addicted to it’s rhythmic beat
And take me eternal seat when it plays

Until I listened
Until I listened to each word and verse
did I understand… my acquired curse
Because the notion of me is over before it began
I am nothing but her sands and only when

And I mean when she decides to let me fall
For the hour of space I get to receive
But this song eave verse was about love
Me and this artist are the same in this tamed untamed
War … endless War

This love man
It’s a pure sword and the end you gain your strength
So too will your heart find it’s way to bend
And if you have to bleed at the business end
Then do so with out sin

And if not either then stay confused like me
And become “the used”
Like me in a “lunacy fringe”
And that wall not to cross,
on the top you’ll still see my foot prints of my leap

Chase Me As Expected

I don’t relish you neither us
If you do not for me,
My dull memories crawl away at night in your absence
Practice my non existence
I’ve laid as a slave to your sleep for too long
I get your distance

Your name does register what I miss when
A simple utterance is mentioned
Can you hear me, just listen
Have thou been given a sentence
To uphold this like the life span of those bars
If I ripped the concrete would you then need me

I can’t expect you to betray your life
So I must disappear like lost thoughts
But hopefully WE can be rethought or
Recollected in truth because
What I relish is
To not lay a gentle finger upon you

Quiet thinking

If I could trade my life for yours i would

you don't have to trail behin stars as mere dust

just gast be left as proof that another was here

beause in a world of pitch black you don't have to rush

because it's the same every wer you look

you don't play back the sounds they made before becoming what they are

or how they dim when you think they won't

when you depend on he light they warn you beore their end

I would love to be you

at least for now i can retend

A Lips Touch Can Talk

Passionate touches

our blood rushes

and luscious kisses touch her hips

and her stomach and her breast

kissing the tension off her neck

and I kiss in a way that my lips submissively

cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh

and separate me lips on her neck after kiss

so she can feel me breathe for a sec

and think about the passion intimacy erect

taste me oh heavenly creature

that is you woman

I'll climb the levels of earth that is life

to taste the night

savor your light

while you devour my might

making a king weak at his site

but inflamed inside you

daring to breath your essence

I'll count back from eleven

from each orgasmic conception

that I pull from releasing your intercepting

dam walls

the walls housing my passion fruit cologne

the true beautiful smell of my own

"You"

and I will wear you in my dreams

after love scenes

when everything seems to find time

to lay in bliss

Passionate touches

our blood rushes

and luscious kisses touch her hips

and her stomach and her breast

kissing the tension off her neck

and i kiss in a way that my lips submissively

cushion her skin as i softly press them to her flesh

and separate me lips on her neck after kiss

so she can feel me breathe for a sec

and think about the passion intimacy erects

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Regreting My Sense of Smell

She is so so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts

I can feel her kisses so good it hurts

and i hurt so bad

that my insides flirt

just a little with the cold

and embraces it until it can't be molded

frozen block solid

and I become dressed, very well suited

I am no longer naked in her eyes

she can't comprehened my thoughts

she can't see my blemishes

she can't see how my beautiful heart relishes the thoughtof us

all she can see is an expressionless face

niether stronger, nor weaker

kind of like a mix of uncertin chemicals in all black beaker

she can't see me as i clearly see her

she can no longer see in, nor through me

yet she stays, and this is wat gives me

the greatest of pain

so so very close, so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts