How do I find her?
How shall I bind her, where the bars are not most important.
How shall I make our fortress, out of mortar? Or sticks?

How do I get her? I haven't met her, yet cringe on the search..
Maby a letter, this soul in UPS, packaged, sealed, hurt..
Maby become in spirit form to take her every view?

A clown I will searching for such one! Where art thou? The waves? The moon? The sun? What , tis this is not fun! Sneaky one you!!

Bags of rubies,an old time mule I've traveled many deserts,
For this brains overworked, no pay to be nostalgia, indulgent memorabilia!

Where's the one with the old Victorian dress, where flowers plan her guests, at the inviting all one all come wedding? I'm feeling damped and sweaty...

Where's her hair to waddle me as a child, where babies can roam a hundred miles, and still not get lost!!! For what's the cost? Oh man at the lovers gate!

No luminous mire to litigate, just blind head scratching and debate to whence I got lost! Rows of moss sell lies, and memorizing theory!!

Lucid I want to find one, as two children in the reciprocal playground, no rancor, no diverting of splurting in drone like manner!!

Just a simple banner I hold high reading......

Mi amour' gate # 9

Woe to you, unfaithful witness, did not even Enoch portray your endings? Falsehood friending's shall overtake homes of love...
Look above,
Oh shalllow man, doth thou not knowest the one who holds thy keys to hell and the grave? Continue in thine way brutest of beasts...
For weeping, and gnashing of teeth shall uproot you.Gomorrha once again...
Media trends, you live and compass by, for thy universe is in parrel you mut of dirtied hands...
Seven golden candle sticks do palm in his hands, as your temperature shall arise!!
Humanities own suicide...
Thine estate's shall fail, skin turned pale by your own nuclear fusion, dust bowl intrusion.
Filthy rags shall be your soup bowl, while the homeless you give no home, haveth thou not heard of charity? What disparity!
Clouds you are without the rain, your the salt of the earth, yet why art thou unsalted? For don't you know your savour isn't there?
Murderer's, complainers, do you seek thine own lusts? For repentance is a must, when the fire's down below!
Howl and moan you speaker's of evil dignity, for thy pride and thou pity shall you muster up in confidence, all countenance..
You mock, though doth not receive, bury your own for you shall grieve,
Your own futuristic nightmare of course!!!!

Next to that muddied river,
Lies an old willow weeping over the hill.
Underneath her I watch, knowing,
That me and her were once lovers in a past life...

In this earthly vessel I'm a slave,
Mired in a cave,
In this fleshly suit I'm impaled,
Beyond the distinct of shells and shale,
In this pottery, I'm shackled on in.
Burdened by loneliness, sultry of sin!
For I shall soon have renewal,
A cologne Macy's can't carry,
No blood to leak,
No more to be weary.
This carcass to be ordained,
In the skies,
On a  plane,
A one way ticket to the great gig in the sky.

It was a misty moonlight, his caress, I closed my eyes
he  whispered to my spirit, he kissed my silky touch
from Ashe cinders comes our favorite song,
'Love me Tender, love me true'
your mouth needs my ear, holds my very soul
love was flowing on  that misty hot night
his hushed caress kissing my velvet high,
as I  breathed the aroma of him
I shivered with his sweet lovers secret
that I knew so well.....it rushed to my staggering heart
serenading my mind, he fully altered me
excited panic rushed to my feet, telling him to chase me
catch me  if he can...
after the little game of hide and seek
our bodies moving like lightning, as he forced me
held facing the wall, was my mighty man
He is my golden dream that I came to know so well
the rainbow that shown over our very heads
our feelings blowing in the wind
a gentle wind blew on our hot faces,
yes we were two lovers on a mighty trail.....

Scribble Scrabble Dot.
Over the blank pages
She dotted down the words
She had not courage to speak
She drew her feelings
On the empty sheet of her notebook.

One day she ran out of pages
So she drew along her hands
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
The doodles of how it used to be
While the breeze gently touched her hair
The beat of a song flowing through her ears.

And then one day she ran out of hands.
So she wrote daily encouragements along her arms and legs
Her mama yelled and told her she was silly, she would get poisoned.
And she just kept writing.

Until one day she ran out of arms and legs.
So she started to doodle down her chest and on her face.
But then she realized she was doing it all wrong.

Scribble Scrabble Scratch.
She washed her hands, and her arms, and legs, and chest, and face.
She then picked up a phone and started calling various companies.

Scribble Scrabble Dot.
There she was, at her autobiography book signing.
She put down her pen she got from her father at the age of 4,
And held up the book that had her face plastered across it.
She smiled and held her book up I'm triumph.

Scribble Scrabble Dot.

Dark caped,
                    Eyes drenched of rain,
I seeketh one,  
                        To make me five again!!!!

This tongue tied,
These eyes blind,

Waiting for one to open them!!!

Crawling intellectuals,
Brawling interceptionals,
Stairway's that leadeth thou to thine end!!

Entrancic scening summer fairies,
Prophetics turned to visionary,
Thy mission's uncompleted in thine own home....

Sorceretic witchdoctors,
And jesus Christ mockers,
Snubbers and grubber's all as one!!

Journeymen hath thou learned a trade?
Junction friend hath thou burned thy craze?
The tallismen steady hand is gone!!!

Violate me as thou will,
Smile as thine shaky stick can ****,
Volition's grand view is seen!!!!

Vocal vitality is a blessing to those who brand their name,
The wanderer's flame knows no fancied escape...

Absorment Temper's flare adhesively,
Treatingly accidental!!!

Despondency shows up for the destination thou has thought to receive,
Hath thou given up yet?

Where at last shalt thou find thy predetermined destiny???

Emotional firerides, snow filled glyphs,
Plantationed homes, bars to the stove, no lipstick to thy lips!

Pale faces creep Townshend banjo's. Stature has no wayward end! Death can be friend or foe, moles can be packrats where bookbagged books are quite old!!!

Violinic apathy, tunes are all grasping me, April, April come around thine deathly bend! Whom shall make it? When these doors swing to pickaways end...

Crushed  dispair, **** city blues to stretch ones hair, art thou fair?  Danzel of maidens,seeker of fair trade-ins,lovers love, a sin for thine sin!!

Where shalt I begin?

When shall this end?

Folk homestead, show me your Colorado's scenes,where paintings are reality, and fantasies are dream's!!!

A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!

Man made the creature a slave,
Creature made man a beast in return,
Yet if the man wouldn't have made thy creature a slave,
Well,
They'd both be free..

Hello old friends,
For you art thine only ones who hear this dismemberment,
A chocolate tint I need to paint you,
You've grown ugly since I have left!
Solid color,
You depress me oh walls,
Reminding me one is not come to see me,
Though where shall she be? As I write in moribund manner!
No daily planner dear walls, don't need none of those!
The mall you suggest!!? Think again you liar you,
Yet scarred as me its all soo true,
We've seen the grave and back!
Some judgment we have taken eh old friend?
Like you thine peelings haven't just began,
But match the rotted wood!
Shy you say I am ol walls, for you are just as well!
Well yes, a little shy I guess,
After all,
All the heartbrakes I've been presented with really can keep one silent!!!