#1 words by sean
there he stood in stunning form
resolute in his calling
charging forth regardless of the odds
reaching deep within
screaming, raging searching for something...
finding nothing
missing everything
never seeing the complete image
a full house, and still he choses to discard.
clothed in his losings
contemplated the end,
scared that he would fight alone
worried he was to weak to be the eternal god of valor
not seeing him self as the ethereal king he is
to caught in his own illusions
to ever know the completion of my heart.
#2 words by sean
come into me beneath the layers of skin
above the sounding of midnight
beside the statues of our time....
somewhere between this moment and last
i will find you higher than i find my self
i will fall lower than i have gone
and we will live happier in this faster form
and we will be ageless in this slower hope...
left to look only in front
the back to far gone now to turn to
the left to far off the path
the right to long forgotten
now, in this love
in this tug and pull come and go feel of you
again i scream into the darkness
never wanting this to end
#3 words by sean
look upon my obsolete construction
see then, the regret in the eyes of my maker
the shame of his craft
he dreamed to sculpt me out of sure nothingness
and in winning his task, i am just that.
I am the lost and losing creation of the shadowed forgotten lands.
and I neater and either or and of no god.
I am the contemplation of a mad mans hands
fantastic at every curve
subject of longing
and caged in for an eternity unless...
smile sweet doll he says
overjoyed in his failure
and i dance underwhelmed for his praise
sad and alone in his shelter
his happy laugher my grave.
#4 words by sean
I beg you, make me involved in your winding limbs.
let the many single pricking thoughts coalesce into my heart, whole in prayer.
contentment at the spark of your words
tossing the tradition away and embracing you whole in this new path.
drowned and lifeless resuscitation brought thorough in your eyes.
a recital of tunes and notes strumming on the strings of my skin
the ambivalent wonder torn left only with the absolute.
were you to be my omnipotent Saviour
keeping me for the sake of enamorment
forgotten in a time not yet past
remembered in times long told
ordained in your church, on your steps
born new in religion
sacrifice young on you alter, laid out.
chasing le petit mort suicide on your toung.
the remembrance of a woven and sacred past and future in his hands.
#5 words by adam
deep into a well i lost my self, standing.
ive stood here as my life runs past
never knowing, never being known
never hearing, never being heard
siting dreaming of my wishes
a life time of what is
and hoping one day to win this game
ageing ageless as i fall out of sync
crazed and crazy lost in this pocket of time
laying no rest as i forget even the before
forget that i loved once.
i'll never wake now
i have no way to remember
to return to my youth
to play and interact with other
then i leap into the well unsure of the outcome.
#6 words by adam
neatly she folds into me
fair and graceful skin dances
verily the princess of this glade
explicit the mistress of this time
ravenous the hunger of her soul
she the moon godess him the elk king
the whole of reality is a bust
shooting down my hope like a pistol.
#7 words by sean
bury me my brother muslim deep into your blooded sands
sit with me my sister buddist and watch the clouds roll across the land.
run with me my fellow addict out into the sea,
and come and put your lip to mine so that we may be free.
no more disturb upon the difference,
return to a time before
before when intoxicate poppy kisses
came and brought the next score
breaking me down to obsessed and captured by my need
again i find my self running from the red dragon and his steed.
injure and need its liquid
to heal the breaking fail
never will i wake up with out you
always will i hear your wail
next time i may not out run you
the last pull on gear then fall.
#8 words by seth
I see you in the grayscale mesures of my mind
and i beg you believe in me,
in a forever of color that we could share
the hope of a lingering pin prick
the lust of your words in mine
of your eyes in mine
the ever present glare of wanting
wanting flesh to mingle
and ebb and flow
in the sound
of the incurable saturation and need.
break my isolation
of this rage and regret
the last place i have to rest
my soul in you soul combined
all i ever wanted and needed is you love yo.
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