Violating personal rights.
Airport security....absurdity.
COMPLETELY charming.
Defenses disarming.
Misdirected aviation.
Unmasked faces.
Innocent places.
A senseless structure making perfect sense.
Relentless courage.
Knows how to add & subtract zero's.
Equations with a sequel.
So you know what that equals.
Multiply & division.
Escape from the vision.
It's simple, right?
Like TIRED EYES, at night.
Misconscrudes as offendingly rude.
Guys too demanding.
Shields the inner core.
Protecting more.

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Have your fill, my son
The war has not been won
Let your lungs inhale smoke and dust
And feast upon this buffet

See what anger has bred
As on blood soaked dirt you tred
Know that songs of the lost will ring
Where silence was once the victor

Drink from this cup, my son
The time, the day, has come
For if you return, body, heart, and soul
You will not return the same

Secure the perimeter in the contaminated sector. Find my bodyguard & soul protector.
His kiss filled me with seductive bliss.
His presence I so did miss.
For him to be with me is what I wish.
At day break we became awake.

Unseen danger with a stranger.
Making threats you regret.
Promises .......promises.
Kisses....wishes. No ***** dishes!
Let's have some fun.
You can tell me when your done.

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The city spikes that peer out over
rock-spires in the distance taste like
coffee grounds and finger paint.
They're bitter, but they matter.

Maybe someone north of Washington will
read our S.O.S. and send an airplane full of
urban-types to gentrify our graves.

And maybe Jesus saves.

Or maybe Jesus raves with coked-up
Gandhi up in Jersey, when the
winter turns to mush.

He's light.
He's what brightens my day,
My week,
My life.
He brings me warmth,
And comfort,
And security.
He's my light.
But he's also my darkness.
He gives me so much pain.
He can make things dim.
He can hide things from me,
Make me search for truth.
Bringing my mind down,
Till I'm enveloped in black
And I'm shaking
Sometimes with anger,
Sometimes with tears,
Alone in the night.
But then he'll bring me back.
"You have a nice smile."
"You're a great friend."
"Thank you."
And everything becomes so bright.
He can drive me into the dark corners of backstage,
And he brings me into the glow of a center stage spotlight.
He's my light
And he's my darkness.

I seek to come to know the Present by scrutiny, without perceiving
myself to be, at least not here; not here where there's not a soul around, and where day surrounds me in sunlight clear: but the Future becomes born as I seek out the moment I have bound, where I am falling into the depths of Misery, which is and will be, inaccessible to your view on my paths overgrown. Yet o'er tears and reflections I see, reliving my tattered Tragedy within, as I trod the
often traveled moments of my Past --my thoughts are trampled
by my echoes therein.

I seek to come to know the Present by inquiry, without realizing myself to be, tempered by stones and crags, in  the depths of Eternity:
--but the light falters before bursting, scattering upon the Autumn
morn, whereas I harvest my Sadness like a brooding reaper in
Spring, as the Sorrow is again reborn.

I seek to come to know the Present by reverie, without finding myself a being, thru the valleys enveloped in a column of light; and souls encircling me like ivy green, which severs me from a pain that
died, and this time my Happiness is reborn; reborn out of the Gloom, and into the Light that bears my fond memories of yore.

The temptation of 'Adesso' requests at the tip of my tongue,
for use only when the gaps in-between seem too long.
Distracted again, by the halves at the top and the bottom.
You have questioned my preference more than once, but not often.
To confirm, alone now with thoughts of our conversations drawing me wandering back.
I'm intrigued by you, your mind...to me, the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Thoughts of you leave me lust inebriated,
over two-drink- tipsy and intoxicated.
Longing for my next fix as an addict with no desire to be rehabilitated.

Looking through these green eyes of mine.
You leave me nowhere inside to hide.
'Mischievous' I am told, is my soul, This is true but to love and be loved is my foundation goal.

A soul, honest and kind, a life of monotony is not that which I strive.
This spirit of mine on fire and alive.

Complicated is how you described your soul,
the layers of which I am intrigued to unfold.
Clear and somehow familiar to me.
Not complicated but simple, I love what I see.

A soul perhaps needing T.L.C.
A brain I am told which reduces to Brie.
Clear AND complicated...both are right it seems.

I shall not dwell that despite the cautious words when together I have spoken, 
with each written word now shared, so to increases my vulnerability of being broken.

Experiencing tenderness so sincere and real.
Unfamiliar to me, an exquisite ideal.

Whether each moment together is coincidental or predetermined,
Led by my heart, body and soul is the only way to be certain.

Adesso bello, now close your eyes.
Succumb to thoughts of my fingertips tracing your thighs.
Pull me in close again tight,
safe in your arms for the rest of the night.

The coincidence of bodies, rare like the coincidence of minds.
Love and lust...the purest natural desires of human kind.

Adesso, such a powerful word on the tip of my tongue,
for use only when the gaps in-between seem too long.