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the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby

the man lived his life, in the end, became a sad story..

wishing for her...

his morning glory.

loneliness was his plague..

walking along the concrete, his shadow amplified his defeat.. 

a pill for each sorrow.. 

doesn't care to wake for anything tomorrow..

will he ever be able to see her smile again..?

the guitar was his outlet..

& precious was his long hair, a golden crown..

like an angel to all around..

but the demons took his hand...

promised a better land, as they dragged him down...

robbed him of all his color... 

he gripped tightly to what was left..

but grace slipped through his finger tips...

pages, chapters, paper & writing..

short lived escape route.. 

books were some of his closest friends..

little did he know, how I worried about him..

wish I could of done better..

though I was just a child, it all feels the same to me..

like I watched his growing disease of depression make progression...

the darkness overwhelmed him, & choked him in his sleep...

I knew it was the day..

& after that, I myself haven't longed to awake in the morning...

every night I doze off, tossing & turning..

I feel like i'll wake up to someone dead..

Falling whispers float like butterflies across cherished skin,
Curtains raise and fall in smooth, fluid motion.
In that moment I know you're still breathing my name,
Across oceans draped in stars,
Sky pours crescent sunsets into the Earth's horizon.

A shudder misplaced as the breeze,
Unknown spider fingerprints delicately sweeping across my naked skin,
Through the candlelit window a ghost nurses me to sleep,
A parallel distortion of one who feels dead inside.

A victim timid and shy,
Unaware of the sharpness of his fangs.
Laying naked upon the bed sheets,
Giving his body to the ghosts and the stars,
Turning butterfly wings into black rose petals,
Climbing inside perfection.

Two trees on a lonely hill 
Stand and belong together, 
Near-at-hand, somewhere in Brazil, 
Despite the time and weather 
The one tree loves a night, 
The moon and the starry sky 
It sleeps under the sunlight  
When the birds sing and cry. 
The other enjoys a day 
Waking up with a sunrise 
And always wants to play 
When a good mood arises 
Two trees on the lonely hill 
Have never talked to each other 
Though they’re together still 
And won't be split by the earth mother 

He swung like thunder's cascade;

hungering for hillside embankments.

Shelter, negotiated;

brought from prone to standing at behest

of no particular voice

would rain down on him once settled in.

Jagged remainders in tow,

he'd continue reaching for the soft

in spite of itself made gaunt -

in spite of it never wanting him.

all of you have always seemed hollow to me...

I can't feel your forced company.. just a shell with no meaning..

why do you people keep breeding..?

absent of harmony, it's all been chased away by fear..

rejecting the light, crawling into loneliness, you can only pretend for so long..

bouncing off the walls our past memories, never are they comforting..

society will try to saw off your wings..

they'll rob you of your money so you can't afford the pretty things..

false attachments out of feeling, co-dependance keeps on feeding on our heart's gentle beating..

mis-communication all the time, where on earth is everyone's mind..?

creativity locked up and self expression is confined..

why do they continue to try & waste my time... because they've been wasting their own..?

don't let them leave you hollow, or you'll find yourself without a core, before the end of tomorrow..

you'll be living off their systematic LIES.

you will no longer see yourself when you gaze into the reflection of your own eyes... 

Loneliness in the same room

sitting on the same sofa starring at me

saying one last time  

my love for you never stops

he politely smiles back at me

nod his head while he standing up

one last hug followed by several kisses

another goodbye

this time even further away  

breath in his smell

gonna miss that

oh i'm gonna miss it

more then anything i've ever known

he's walking direction to the door

count the seconds it take for me to fall

his hand lays for a second on my shoulder

we're looking in each others eyes

i don't wanna leave

don´t want to know that it is over

he feels it

knows it 

doesn't know what else to do

so he let's me go again

watching him walk away

he's gone before my tears hit the ground

warm drops 

slowly falling down

he's too far to hear me shout

only the word ´No´ keeps repeating in mind 

Kissing on the corner of a street

don't care who sees

telling secret

sharing dreams

all the things we couldn't be

holding hands as we walk

embrace inside a talk

showing every one we belong together

doesn't matter what they might say

we know we are always right

don't care about anything else 

no more blame

making strength out of weakness

and hope becomes believing

changing pain into joy

turning hate in love

all the things we couldn't be

awaking on a Sunday morning

laying together on the beach

as waves will start dancing

a dream will become real

all the things we couldn't be