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Take Flight

And I will breathe life into these
The ones that did not exist
Previously in mind
Capture by the ever present
Above all be all
That rapture the souls
Of the corner half
Recesses of my mind
Taking of that which was not once theirs
But their own breath
That belong to them but did not belong
That held fast writhing the motions
But crash within the times
And I will breathe life into them
The parts of me that were not me
But yet you
And do not now belong
To me nor you
But yet me and you
But to above the skies and below the ground
Surrender to the pounding sounds
Of hooves in midnights wake
Which was only my voice
Taking shape
---------------
And behind in my wake
Your short breathe intake
Gasping
Grasping
At the flesh of the throat of hope
Clinging to the vast memories of the flight
I clasp tightly onto your hand
Reaching within into your soul
The wind hikes up
My wings spread reborn
No longer torn with the scorn of a million happy sons
No daughters of suns
Your like a ton weight
But I can help you
Because it's like helping myself

A Tale of Maybe whose Its

There is a point in time
Where we seek inside ourselves
Pulling out the inner fabrics of our souls
And naming it Ourselves

There is a place in time we are alone
BONE BREAKINGLY ALONE
With people we know but they know not us
But we fool them and ourselves to believe they are

There is a moment in time
In which we become nothing
From something
We are pulled from the security we've known
For ourselves into nowhere
And break into the world and ARE
something before we're NOTHING again

There is a person in time
Who will come to know us MORE than WE have KNOWN ourselves
And we'll call them many things like
Lover
Bestie
Brother
Sister
Husband
Or wife
These are the aspects of
A tale of Maybe whose it's
-
A Tale
A Blanket
A Soul
Is what it has been
Called over time

Maybe whose it's
Is you
Me
That person sitting next to you (yes you, not you)
Your lover
Your Mother
And your enemies savior
-
She told Me a long time ago
Her story pulled of air
Fabricated with wishes and thoughts
And DREAMS AND THINGS I HAVE
NOT FELT BEFORE
-
Her story begins where sweet babies ended
For those of you in the NUA (yes you)
Seeing her baby turn into whispers
Of vapor and black
She grew the world in her back pocket
And began to fly
Like the Jim ME in hen Drix
Took off like a rocket
May B. Who's Is It
Soared
She went to places YOU
With shallow dreams (not you, You in the coffee cup)
Could never fathom
And sent them to me
In a blanket
-
A Blanket
A Quilt
A Tale
A story
Is what she sent

A patch for tears
Her fears
Stitched together
Withe the very Essence of her own being
She'd given me her Life
To show me a Blanket
A blanket I needed for the dark cold nights I called Life
I loved her.
She Loved me.
The love formed from
A story fabricated of dreams
She was ME.
-
You think you KNOW life?
Well let me tell you liked
May B. showed me
YOU know NOTHING of life
YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME
and I DON'T KNOW YOU
we know not ourselves
Until we stitch in ALL our PATHCES
Tell ME you LOVE me
Tell ME you HATE me
GOD DAMN IT tell me something
Because I know nothing
But I LOVE you
And you
and all of you
Like I have never loved before
So tell me
And May B.
Will BE me once more

feelings

one..he told me he loved me
two..i do believe him
three..i think i trust him
four..I'm starting to get feelings
five.. now I'm getting scared
six..please don hurt me
seven.. I'm breaking to pieces
eight.. our love is passion
nine.. is this going to get serious
ten.. i don't want this to end

FIREWORKS >_

You hate me and I hate you,
And we are so polite we two!

But when ever I see you, I burst
apart, and scatter the sky with my
blazing heart. It spits and sparkles
in stars and balls, buds into roses-
and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green
disks, silver spirals ans
asterisks, shoot and tremble
in a mist peppered with
mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the windows and light
up the trees, and all because I
hate you, If you please.

And when you meet me, you rend
a sunder and go up in a flaming
wonder of saffron cubes,and
crimson moons, and wheels all
amaranths and maroons,
Golden lozenges and spades,
arrows of malachite's and jades,
as you mount, you flash in
the glossy leaves.

Such fireworks as we make,
we two! Because you hate me
and I hate you.

What's your Initiative?

Dreams devoured and pleasure very few,
The nights have grown dark and split into two.
Carelessness will now take over my soul,
But I want this to be, you and I in twined.
No regrets, hate or disbelief just pride
It's time for love and sacrifice to meet.
I never really knew that we could be.
My level of selfishness has surpassed
I compensate with less value and more
Feeling, emotions have disciplined I
I will embrace the bones of wretchedness,
I have this feeling of worry and play.
A long lasting feeling in which paranoia has conquered me
My ideas roam restless, in my shape less mind
Causing me to stay transfixed and completely vexed
I am a liar, I am kniieving
I no longer desire, or feel care.

Deeper then Deep

Mystical creature under water, who loves without regret!
speak to me, and help me to understand.
I want you and only you!
Not the friendly gypsy, who roams freely,
through the deep dark mellow forest,
beneath the moon and stars, and winds up counting
sheep in another bed.
Mystical creature come back to me!
hold
my
hand
above..
Above the water, for I can't breathe underneath.
There's to much pressure to please you, and yet
still,
care
for myself.
Comeback to me and lets live above,
will you do that for me?