Dear Love, If there's anything I can't get enough of it's your love Your body calls to mine as attraction rises by passion’s temperature Only time can tell when our journey will lead us to the promise land where waterfalls flourish the air Our hearts drum in unison to the thrusts of our pelvis conjoined when gravity holds us together Separated in timed measure, only to come back to where they once were Flesh against flesh, breath to breath, the embrace of our motivation and n

Though I won by the mental, I gain loss by the heart Masculinity erased in favor of being a spook in the house Doused my anger with a bucket of nods and agreeance Taking shelter in the retreat over a worthy soldier's death Coward...the powerlessness makes my insides cruel to one another The pedestal of a bigger man, make me feel minute in comparison Heresy, to hold these emotions and pour nothing but silence Allowing myself punctuations to skew into my side With a side of my

Drowning with the best of petals of many trees which rose to blossom in the spring, not a sign or presence of the former erected ever seem to be-

Writing is my art Writing is my craft Writing is my heart Also my pain in the ass

Per usual, my mood is blues and violets of violence lingering for freedom I been looking for ways to make my emotions, logic and life expectancies to be even by now Nowadays, I'm convinced something is wrong with me, hanging over all this pain wallpapered on my brain Estranged from that child who saw stars at will without meditation, running away from my form to see the sources of everything in and out my being Meaning I'm searching for passed what I've known many years, I wa