A slaves lasting patience as such that you and I have a pack. Thirsting deep meditations of a distance to subtract. Soft slick tongues, chains and whips attack as Waves of bass from your meridians pit expands ...and Who we are is what we came to do...animals playing and humans without rules.

to be continued...

– The Taste –

Waiting for the crash.
Did everything in the wake to build a chaos of us.
Thriving in the birth, filling in the void, though baring you from your hunger and increasing your stress.

Taunting the beast and bones
Taunting the carnal flesh
while feasting on smiles and long stares.
Feeling like it would never end
Until...

The Crash

Smooth physical structures evolving as one.
Liquid zoomorphic silhouettes adorn the walls.
A passionate seductive climatic brawl
A push and pull until we fall
So deep inside you
my space lost in yours

We were hungry
so we sought the taste.

– Swift and Cutting – [ And in Giving in]

Watching the stars.
Caught in their ethereal gaze...
I fade away. Gone...and Gone.

Separated from my vessel
connected to the chaos that preserves us,
the universe gazes down and through me.

Absolve my carnal flesh
Brown satin eyes
Labyrinth tongue

The piercing sensation swift and cutting
I am ravaged and naked
I am tested and used
A witness wouldst thou behold

Grand and vast
a mortal coil scorched at thy seam
for i cannot claim creation of i
Only you can see all of me

In this lies the beauty of us...
fragile, elusive...
Yet bold when open and true
in our time of self sacrifice
in giving in

–Silent Smiles–

In the place that I feel you
There are no words
In the place that I keep you
There is only you

In time that sprouts likes vines
Rip and whimsical in the spring
I hold because I hold and caress you with all of my being

Playfully in delight
I cradel thee in my bliss
Eyes gaved into your eternity
Is my soul all I could give?

Be at One with me
In this peace I pray thee stay
Though words escape me
Silent smiles are all I can say

–She is ART–

She flutters
Dancing on my mind and preying on my soul...
The other side of me
The Sweetness
The ZEN

She wonders along my sides
Goes to were I've never been
and when She sees me...
Her divine power sees everything

I cannot hide.

I let Her in NAKED in blues, reds and blacks, though...
She wants me in all the colors of Her birth.

I Push and pull
She will not be tamed
But we are as natural as the earth

She'll never leave me alone
Seeing in me the ways of love and hate
She stains my fingers with every touch
Seducing my minds state

I lay with her because it is good
Because she gives me all I need
She likes to switch positions
So we are Lock and Key

She turns my fears into me such that I have a better home
And when she's wild and third degree
I let her pick at my bones

She is ART

People say that they want the truth, they want to be honest but time and time again that destroys them. Human emotions, YOU ARE FUCKING WIERD. WTF? You tell the truth your fucked, you lie your fuck. GOD is a two headed fucker laughing its "pure-energy" ass off.
Moral fiber, the code? Let's be quite fucking HONEST ppl. There are things you need to know and shit you don't. Simple. If you want it straight then ask and ppl should give it to you straight, but don't you fucking turn around and look your nose down on someone or make them feel ashamed for be'n real. Ppl lie for so many reasons and for a good person, its because they don't want to hurt someone else's feels or its just none of your fucking business. If your MUTE...sorry but you got it good. You can twitch nod yes or no and the other fuckers gotta coin toss what you meant.

Somedays... I'd just want to leave the world behind in my ashtray.

What do you think?


– Observation Extreme –

In biting off more than you can chew, Remember these key points:

1. What does go down might come back up. (When shit goes down expect splash-
back)
2. Do not pick up if you can't hold it down.
3. Often you or other people involved are full of shit.
4. Two mouths are better than one. (You might get killed- They might eat yo food
bitch!)
5. A bitter after taste warrants self drowning.
6. A happy feast is not in the meal, its the settled stomach. (The Aftermath)
7. Most of the time names can't be said.
8. Whoever's saying names has had enough.
9. Whoever's had enough should leave the table or risk being killed.
10. A happy feast is not in the meal, its the settled stomach. (The Aftermath)

Oh yeah most important ... Guard your GRillllllllll Bitches!
– Practical Knowledge –

The past few days have been odd. Like a botched slight of hand trick, I see life and its intricacies EVERMORE. -[Sat on red satin and burgundy leather, romanced the idea of relations seduced by the relativity of all interactions]-, I Started thinking how everything is a key to a new world. People are keys to knew worlds. I've met people that stop time, that inspire in no particular way, say everything without words, steal energy and get it before you explain. Well, its all a strange recognition these past few days, But weighs differently this time around. I guess things matter more when your finding peace of self without ignoring/denying the violent back lash of life.

(Floating in Flames)

Graphic Art by Gael