epiphany

And,,

Just like.

That.

It was,,

Night

Night

again..

Dead in heaven, or alive in hell?

a reminder to some;
poetry
is not about
eloquence.
its about
the
presence
of
essence.
then again,
what do
i
know?

if eloquence

were 

a wall;

it would be

6 feet tall

and I

6 feet deep.

Now if only

there

were one more

6, to rouse up

all the

christian kids.

Id come back from

the grave and

spray paint

"FUCK YOUR gOD"

on that wall

and

then, probably

have to run

from the law.

Recede right

back

to that ol'

familiar crawl.

(you know it all too well)

And join the rest

of you:

fucking fleas,

blood sucking tics,

parasites.

Disease.

ShearedSheep.

Brainwashed with ease.

(you all know it too well

ZzZzz

I lay here.
Where we both have before.
I miss your presence,
your essence and scent,
And the way you present,
Yourself when coming in my door.

Honestly, I've always thought about life,
as being such a bore.

"Oh what a fucking chore, to get up and live some more..."

But now,
I'm able to get up,wakeup.
And, smile...

Because I have you?

Feelings like this are some sort of a lore.
Aren't they?
At least thats what we've been told.

Guess? I have been wrong?

All of this along.
All of this alone.

Never-more, Forever-more.

I lay here.
Where we both have before.

Waiting for
You.

But,
I'm falling
asleep..

wakeup.

lips, hips, and spilled drinks

Kindred spirits,

Lovedrunklove

I

Sip sip sip.

Until you're empty.

Consequently;

I'm at the brim...

Looks like,

Its your turn to sin.

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My heart always springs
And s             k         i        p      s, , ,,,
rocks and beats,
When our hands meet.
I consistently
tend to find
my head,
Somewhere over
my cleats.
I'm running
after
you.

I cannot-willnot
be discrete,
It would be,
utterly obsolete!

But sometimes...
telling
you
Is such a feat...

So,

I write to express,
How much you mean to me.

I write to confess:
        That:
           I never want to be without you.

I write all this,
but not for you to read.

Because they say;

actions speak,
Louder than words.

So,

I'll simply loan
you a kiss,
And leave the interpretation
of my
obvious intentions,
to your
lips.