an open palm, no resistance, breathless.
A question, forthcoming, like a crime in reverse. take your time, aim no purpose, spot the clue when it’s missing. take what’s due. pay what’s owed.~ delve.
I am. Your mind. Your thoughts, your desires. You deepest, darkest, secrets. My realm, your imagination Your dream, my scene, my landscape. Memories. Emotions unfurl like a majestic wave. Some harsh, sharp, like anger, hatred. Others pure, sublime, soft, like love, compassion, warmth. Intimacy combined, we create a universe within ourselves. We dream the undream-able. […]
Casso? Casso Frenzo. Tremendo! Excluedo… Tram-adam. Popuelendus! Casso? Casso Frenzo. Remuedo? Confueso? Excluedo. Popuelendo! Skram. Skram! Veska. Klem… Klementine! Exundus… Poit.
sights left and right, upwards and down, down towards that light. drawing me closer, imagine a door, a new dream. a wonderful land of colours, fresh from my imagination, I wander aimlessly, talking only to myself, my other half fled, a sun bleached my eyes red, I became unwoken, bespoked with tears in my eyes
Krept up on me, silent as night, a whisper went down my spine,~ shivered wonders, A nightmare awakened, my courage fled,? left alone in a dark abyss, my time my ally, my steps for faith, i look which way, and spy only shadows, who’s who?
Over the top, under, then through, we escape ourselves again, knowing the way we hear in our hearts, let’s close the door behind us, find a new star, ride the moon, let’s play among blue fields, memories, a sense of belief unbound, always found, never moved, we keep our secrets close, and cut loose when […]
Missionary positron, floating on it’s own, looking for that home. That home of sparks and lights, of twilight delights, of freedom and purity, of painless fights. It’s a flight, a venture to a higher dimension, a new level of meaning an understanding of the self, let go.
Add me a number, I’ll call you a name, dial my subtraction, you’re now in my frame, explore an equation, i’ll manage on my own, tongue fill 7, skip the 8 and 9, minus my mood. it’s food for thought, let’s scribble.
Post production, fueled by haste time spinning faster a quickening of nerves, a dance with the hour at hand, time to snap, click, fix march to the beat, deliver with heat, teeth sinking mind racing, a finished completion