Sun Ray. Day Fun. Say you'll fear the Done

Timber trees stand with an umbrella over head
While slumber dreams consumes the already said…
Believe me when I say that right now I
Say the deceived along with me have closed both eyes
Sleeping a dream when a cup will only fill so much
A hypnotic drummer reaches; beats me to such
What rush to lie
A better feeling then to die
A reason for aftermath to relive glorious wraith…
A boy settles down from the burning sky, a leaf twisting from trees up high.
A smile unsettling from dreamers eyes, but with desperate lingering feeling
I am covered in miles of this vile twisted demise.
The boy on all fours crawls with his rear in the air, blooded running from his hair down to mouth, fangs feel the atmosphere, cutting daggers that seep into my mind.
Lost with a desire to find a way back, a road leads down in a winding sort of fact, lined and paved in rusted metal. A glance up again… fears of certain, a possible end. The world curves a spin of hurricane measures, Red clouds drown the purple mass behind. Fire reigns down in rain that melts the lines of our hearts and minds. Molten tears burn inside.

A Truthful lie, oh a contradiction just like my mind

Here to there
be me nor or be I sure
for I see the look you gave me
from deeply looking in your eyes
my body feeds you lies

What if you knew
would you change your feelings new too
Glancing lance spears sight on loving lips
to fromulated hip that couse ambition to drip
a once from solid to enjoy the fluid
running water that rushes your way
a river of emotion that fears the day
A day when I pronounce the truthful lies
That I have been giving
you may extend more then your arms that form
around my back

be that then wings flutter again
and beauty in life shall sworm

and pin this love, hanging from a tack

reach and pull it down and for you Ill let you hold
as long as you like

Here to there
be me nor or be I sure
for I see the look you gave me
from deeply looking in your eyes
my body feeds you lies


You shall till then remain in loving
but silent eyes

Hangman

Enough is never there If rough always care

A window on the door...

more and more does looking become a chore
For such lore do tell of man
woman are so gifted in the arts of pain...
but does such lust for love beg to to reason
when rain will still stop depending on the season.

Pending a word for loading
a meaning recall something thinking
but being?
am I really there when love is not enough to share...
love is a fickle word...
when thought of sight is unheard,
bah absurd

so I will look...
through glass that is in comparison
just a nook compared to all reason
A window on a door that could be open,
a winter glaze beyond sight...
a path that leads traveling men
for blooming summers that have long be drop'n
dropping a hint a clue... on new days
for me and you.

tender Right lost at Sight

Be wait... or even be late,
so will the rising sun... If Lunar's lover night is never done
so at might I press myself along the gritted fence
while hence no life will come if some is not done
She will cry "be wait... or even be late",
for others rest is a test...
and lovers bask in light at best
But me I wonder never going
yet staying is not my longing...

He said she said.......
wait seven minutes,
moments that turn to eleven...
while thee beg for three
one is enough for heaven

Bitter bites...

and flounder fights...

wail with me on dying sea...

soft to be...flesh love
hearts to heart is a better start
for skin wrinkle and outer beauty will be flying doves

Layers delayed a slaying

Then...
So here on destitute night,
found layers of hope that groped the prostitute,
he or she I forget under such light it is
but is hard to see or even feel much detail
wonder fail to tell as hands creep up this legging
where breathing is lost and found and begging
layers walk at a distant stalk...
I find prized victim to loot

Now...
begone say thoughts your flesh is delayed and to feeble
to be late...better then here on this date
for fondle does my tongue for words with out sound
be found these speech, without reach of breath for this lung
and stung... bitter pain rings the tip
for delayed as lip to lip, face by mine
longing does no dose for crossing such line

Later...
For what have I done...
for what is sun when light is gone...
Why walk when always on the run...
To laugh at jokes and play games when there is no fun...
A shame is wo me, and my feelings are self afflicting wraith
lye bath for water will never clean...
deeds that slayed the growing unseen.