Love

I thought love was a special emotion you could only truly share with the one you were destined to fill it with, but I've come to realize that its a void your soul and "heart" create for you to have an attraction to someone else...its an empty space that anyone who you feel is treating you right and making you happy at that time could fill...its an empty emotion but we long for it everyday....day after day we put in overtime with our lives trying to fill in those missing tiles and day after day the void grows and grows until we become blind...to what it is we've really been searching for...which is a four letter word with more power to change your whole outlook on life and make it either sweet or sour....its petite in its stature but stands steady when its ready....still its an empty emotion waiting to be filled with someone elses graces, to make you change your faces from happy to sad or from sad to happy....stil its a void created by your "heart" and soul so that, that attraction can become more than a fraction of your intuition and become something of fruition...

thoughts

my thoughts are bleedin your name, my eyes are stained with your frame, my nose is bent off of your heavenly scent, my body yearns for the energies our bodies could burn, in an all night affair of wear and tear, never minding any sprains for that pain is nothing compaired to the pleasure of the greater gain...

She's Imaginary

She's Imaginary...no, not in the sense that she doesnt exist...she's imaginary in the sense that she's raw and uncharted, like the mind of a three year old she's pure and untainted...at least thats what I see when I look at her...her attitude is raw but she's classy, she's sassy but respectful...she's imaginary in the sense that you can only meet someone like her in a dream, though she's real, though she's tainted, I cant see that...I see a dream come true and a reality thats imaginary...

I Wanna

I wanna devour you....I know what your thinking and, no, that's not what I mean.....I wanna get to know you to the point where the only distinction between you and I is our names.....I wanna absorb your likes and dislikes and I want you to absorb my happiness and sadness.....I want you to belong to me, like good belongs to evil.....I want to belong to you like night belongs to day....I wanna drink you until I'm full....again I know what your thinking and, no, that's not what I mean.....I want you to be all the nourishment I need and I need to be the only nutrional value in your life......I want your mental and spiritual to be my mental and spiritual....I want my expressiveness and habitual to be your expressiveness and habitual.....I wanna feel what you feel and I want you to see what I see.....

Smiles

Your smile has a brighter shine than the most perfect moonshine....your style is flawless yet only outclassed by your lawless design....when I think of you my heart skips, like jump ropes in an intense game of scotch....when I see that smile, the one that out shines a perfect moonshine, my mind is blinded with giddy thoughts of happiness and beauty....although your not physically here I've burned a mental image of you into my cornia so I can see you when I blink, sleep or just plain close my eyes....seeing your smile is a good omen on a bad day and the greatest finish to the most perfect of nights....thinking of words to describe how you make me think is inexplicable, though joyous the fete of thinking of you my mind is shot as you smile at me in that seductively flawless smile that out shines the most perfect moonshine that's only outclassed by that lawless design....That's undermind by that impervious style, only incased in the most beautiful of childs....

Dead

I was dead before I hit the street....shot in the chest by a stray bullet....shot out of the mind of a woman who's thoughts were so vivid they manifested themselves into an unintentional weapon....though she never said a word, her actions thought pierced the cavity of my chest and destroyed the resolution I had to persevere and understand why I wanted an ending with her....though she was what I needed I took comfort in what I wanted because it wanted me....though it was a necessity that I let her be with me because I needed her as much as she wanted me....she killed me before my heart could shoot her mind with transcendent actions of feelings unsaid....but felt through every fiber of that fist-sized pump once shot by the misconstrued mind of woman once needed by me....I was dead before I hit the street....shot in the heart by a womans thoughts unspoken....thoughts never clarified and feelings never expressed are the recipe for a destruction scorned even more than death....

Lost and Found

Whats lost is lost, and whats found is found...what was once lost is now found, and what has now been found was once lost....the year has lost a few lives that were close to me...those lives that were lost to me have now found their way to a greater position in their road to everlasting happiness though the loss has brought me and others temporary sadness....those lives that have found their way to Gods side have left me lost and I've found myself in place where memories have lost their appeal but found themselves at the forefront of my thoughts....the lost lives in my world have left me in wrought of despair and I've found myself in a dead stare, numb to the idea of death but shook up by the idea of losing a friend and finding myself here....bare-minded in flare of disgust and despair, even the air around me has lost its pizazz and I find myself snapped back into a real unreality and an unreal reality, confused by what used to be my muse am I to the night and lit up by a by a black sun shining nothing but darkness on me and I'm lost to the light and find myself walking in an infinite night...whilst those lost to life have found a way to always watch over my plight and one day guide me to that light they so gleefully marched through at their own pace with great haste.....

Is your body calling?

Is your body calling?.....Is that insatiable passion burning for the compensation of another human body?.....Is your body calling?.....Is it asking for that ravenous bear-like hunger to be quelled after a periodic hibernation?.....Is your body calling?.....Does it want to be held in a period of pure bliss and sedation?.....Is your body calling?.....Does it need to be seduced into a joyous slumber after a visit from the plummer?.....Is your body calling?.....For the sadistic playfulness of a sun-like possesiveness of your natural sky-like wildness?.....Can you tell me what your body is saying?.....Or is it saying nothing but wants to be led in any good/bad direction because correction isn't a factor in its faction?.....What is your body calling out?.....How do you retort?