Banishing Thorns

Walking so freely and fearlessly through the replicas of Eden in our imaginations. Smelling the scent of all the exotic flowers of the world. See how they blossom to seemingly smile at you, look at you, be with you. Life follows after you with the breeze that whistles away the tunes of yesterdays long lost. Buried beneath your feet is history in secrecy. Poison saturates the defenses of the beauty. Creatures crawl relaxed and yet aware of you. Serpents hiss and birds do sing. It's all God's creation and you see how it is a majestic and lovely thing. And you feel the moist earth covered in a carpet of grass. Thick and healthy, green and shiny grass that stretches ahead as far as the naked eye can see in daylight. The clouds seem to swell and the sun shines as well. Laughter cackles through the bush. Music chimes in the woods. Skin is alive with the touch of water and oil. Voices echo in the caves behind cascading waterfalls. The heel touches the stone and the toes dig in the soil and the arch of your sole seems to snap as a thorn pricks you back into reality where it is natural to wear shoes. Reality, where it is natural to be unnatural. Thorns prick you just when you least expect them so you avoid them and never feel the beauty of Edens that we were banished from.

Sad Sweet

Sadness leave this place and take me to eternity. Take me to an eternity of beautiful smiles and gentle friendly waves. Waves of goodbye and hello that have washed onto the shore of your life and mine. Life so continuous, continuously it goes on and it is ongoing like a lalaby to a baby on a rocking chair in the lap of a mother. Continuously going and ongoing in the liquid momentum that fluidly fills the emptiness of my heart. My heart that is now full of sadness. Sadness, come away from this place. This place in my heart where I rest only in death. Death, where I found you and felt you kill and take away from this heart of mine. Mine is the life where sadness and happiness romance each other to make pleasant memories. Aching memories of this life make me feel alive before they take me away to death where even memories of sadness will not matter. Matter now, oh Sadness, but matter no more than you will when I am gone with you. You be happy after your sadness but do not let sadness stay too long.

Purple Incense

Make me numb

Take me away

freeze my thoughts

Preserve my mind

Fly with me

Make me numb

Comfort zones

I am so comfortable.

I am comfortable enough to keep showing you love. I am not so comfortable with making you feel uncomfortable. I am not so comfortable that I would knowingly give you reason to ask and tell me, "Why, Baby, why don't you call me anymore?"

I am so comfortable.

I am comfortable enough to love loving you instead of getteing over you.

I am comfortable in you with you, not without you.

I am comfortable with the idea of getting comfortable with you.

I want to comfort you and be with you. I shall never discomfort you.

I want you. I'm comfortable only when I'm with you.

How is it then, that when you are comfortable, you're happy

to leave me when you go have beers with the boys and flirt with the

girls? How is it then, that you see no need to open the door for me, hold

me and walk with me for hours like we used to do?

Did you say you got comfortable?

crush

A crush: the feeling you experience when you know you cannot have someone but you can be with them.

Being around them, whether they notice or not, has an intense effect on you: Your palms sweat; Your eyes glisten; Your heart races; Your mouth dries up.

It feels like the world is not real and you see purple clay in the earth; reddish navy nights and redder moons. You see sights that can be found but they seem totally unreal.

Yet, they are real and they are so real

that they crush into you.

You have a crush on someone you love.

That person still gives you butterflies.

Permanent butterflies.

You have have a crush on someone that you love.

Sounds

i am a lover of sounds

mouthed words

sounds sung

soothing

soothing the rhythm in the beat of your sound on repeat

repeat repeat the beat

i am a lover of sounds

sounds that break through the ground

it is ground breaking

only because we hear it

hear it

but even the deaf love sound that vibrates passed the quiet stiffened ear

the sound that is picked up by the sense of touch

touching you through the air

the touch of sound

the sound of touch

it is touching to thought

i am a lover of sounds

sounds of a lover

from one to another

Something New. Again.

Something new has begun in me:

The new age of life at the edge of the teenage cliff;

The time to fly.

The prick of the writing instrument on paper has made its mark in me. The point of my writing tool has become me. I write with the desire to turn living thought into a message that will come alive and walk off the page. I do not write to please people.

I do not write to satisfy the laws of grammar.

I simply write because I want to re-feel my feelings at random. I write to feel and to stop feeling. I write to pour out my soul in ink and come back to drink the thinking ink of myself.

I've fallen in love. I've fallen for words. Agian.

The lover of my soul. My soul loving lover.