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…If i were to conceal my yearning to tell you..


That concept,
revokes what destiny emancipated between us.

We are.

In cosmologic language revolved around eachother
Just to balance the universe.

I envisioned histories prescribed in evolved canvases, towering so you can only look up to them.

Are we…

What envokes simple epiphany.

Manifesting time and place as our slate to encrypting fragments of scattered passions,
precisely placed at turning points as incentives to initiate inspiration.

Check.
You, assimilate words to control…
so each has every fine tangible detail.
Perfectly cut into meaningful combinations to express illumination of your speech.

remember, the penetration of your potenial posseses an unconditional promise

inevitable happiness
that endures proclamations of false beliefs.

And I vow to unlock the chaos behind your lips. So this embrace of your being holds justice to what anyone could define in you.
I’m trying subsequently to handle with care the last remnants fossilised in our plateau.
Each crumbling day,
each treasure taken away.
The imprints of our shadows flock and hold onto fading memories, hoping the two of us will meet again in the next lifetime.
Or just right now..

Now just make it right in the methods foretold in our translucent vivid symphonies,
… so dreams could be jealous of realitys’ depiction.
And we can continue to conspire ways to find eachothers sentimental value hiding within.

Its there.

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Do u hear me whisper at night under your breath as you continue your cypher and cycle?
Have u felt me linger under the deep sunrise as I open my eyes
And our hands touch and I thank you?
Do you feel scared in the rain for the change
Or is it warm and cooling? Is it Encouraging?
Do you bask in your questions or dread them or let yourself carry them out and unpack them
Are they treasures to you like they are to me
Is it gold or emerald or diamonds or ruby
Are you lovely or loving
Fleeting or perpetual
Perplexed or perfect
absolute or for the world to share?
Can I make you both?
Can you make me whole?

unfinished.

even though it's over
i hope you remember all the memories better than me
and i wish you'd believe me a little harder in remembrance
i hope you kept all the notes
heard the truth in between all the moments i had to do what i had to do
and how much i wish reality would've looked prettier
just for you and me
even though it's over
i hope you remember all the good times
i hope you remember all the memories
and please remember those better
and more
than you remember me.

aeia heights

like the clouds in the cerulean ocean above
the simple gust of yr whisper moves me miles.
when you trace my lifelines with the tips of yr digits
i feel the luster of yr lips break into a smile

i lust for wasting hours
climbing the lustrous ladder of yr lumbar
so i can fall from grace
and climb yr feminine heaven again

because your aura is brilliant like flora
flooring me leafing me wanting more of
properties previously possessed solely by goddesses

Artemis had sent you here to slay me
to curb my pride and remind me of my mortality.
and as i lie here with her Scorpio

i am the most vulnerable
but eagerly anticipate yr sting.

bon appétit

crack two
drop em in the mug
add a little cream, we straight
pour the medley in the pan
dance along to the sizzle
pop the top and drizzle a little
from the tip of the tapatio bottle
scrambling admirably
the white turns yellow
and the yellow matches
the color of my skin
salt and pepper
show up fashionably late
but dash just the same
the medley looks like
my brain on drugs now

but it tastes so fucking good.

just another freewrite

Inspiration is so hard to come by

or so the little girl wept

explained that there's nothing in this world except corruption and negative connects

she'll connect poverty to war and connect violence into drug use

so I told her that inspiration isn't always positive

its up to the writer to portray it as positive

by all means be inspired by the ugliest things

because in reality, how inspiring really is a diamond ring

its not

I told her that corruption can be a love song and to bridge gaps between the connection of negative and positive

see like a battery you need both to work

so i'll connect poverty to humanity and connect drug use into well shit

drug use takes you beyond your average thought

and who ever said that thinking outside the box was ever a bad thing

im just saying

inspiration is not hard to come by

inspiration just a noun

a person place thing or idea

now tell me that ain't every where

i just want to win you over everyday after my mouth makes filth outta your ears,
with things intangible like love and its opposites, kindness, brutal honesty (i will tell you when i'm fucking pissed and i will tell you when i'm in the wrong. fuck me.), and the excitement of doubt.
regrets may vary,
but you ought to know,
i'd join the dark side to preserve this feeling, if i felt that it would.
i hope that means something to you.




happy new year! :]

mmm (a haiku)

my heart's different
it's white, round and baked. and filled
with bbq'ed pork

Lama Sabachthani

when i'm lucky enough to dream, i dream in two bar loops.

1…2...
eight counts to infinity.
not enough time to slay
the devil within me.
3…4...
i clung to thee
but now cling to the
memories of the me
5…6...
married to divinity.
knuckles bare white
i can't fathom letting go.
7…8....
i wait for revolution.
and it comes
every eight counts
1...2...

redredred.