Which of us
could
stand
exist,
what was it
nor
you
or
I could
bare
resist

So no
none
a lie
to
conceal,
each
utterance
but
a thief
of lies
whom lent
a cloak
till
safe passage
of oneself
unmasked
high honor
revealed

In the lovely
lie
where
you
and I
begin
and end
somewhere near
dear our
skin

Thee amorphous
grey
she shivers
between
thin blue
lines
of
sky
sea
try green
without
yellow
brown
blood
lost
or
found

Barren
recesses
and
maddening hearts

Lilith find me
somehow fallen
stumbling
tumbled
satisfied
delivered
in want
of naught
even if
only
nigh

Even if
We,
were
only tried

'Love Is Deep....'
'Where moondust meets skin....'

All is deep...
as all is domain...
Such so is life...
Yet with love...
I don't know how....
or if...
I could begin...
again...
with life as always...
each day anew...
like day one...
already doing...
it...
with love...
I'm either in...
or it's long anticipated...
the unplanned plan...
that leads to the non routine...
gathering...
expansion...
of seen...
the unseen...
tactile...
sentient venture...
so what's been...
leaves all...
not done before-...
hands...
and hearts...
and minds...
and all...
are again-ning...
anew..
again...

If
we all
could feed
each other out
of our own backyards,
then what would the front be...

I am not interested in you view on life
Sure I was once upon a time
But it has been to clear for to long
The un-Godly time unmentionable
that you and I have blasphemed together
Sure you say you have yours and on the other side
You are a babe again

Then, well so what
what am I
here now
thee unmentionable time
where the dead prescriptions
are busy being written
as stories
for grave stones
where you have a world
for babes
that are better not born in
not your own
no one
thee unmentionables ours
or who'd dare claim them

Tell me something new
for my own sake
the children's
or from yourself
and I am ears
I am heart
Love
forgiveness

Yes **** it
I could be interested!!

Not in iced over cakes
that have their day
and nonsense
and spend eternity as
death
and decay

Or non-nonsensical romantic fairy tales
I'd dare not tell the precious young
Where sugar and spice is only nice
And the end is already written
in the beginning
I guess so sadly to say
we are so beyond that
but for differing reason
Mine is already stated
Yours is self pity and hell's
fury and justifications

Tell me
Show me

Something NEW!!!

Embrace thee embracing
angel mirrors indeed,
projected from heart
or mind and time vested,
piercing veil of I
serving ego
vortex of illusion
screaming,
fallen frozen
endless drowning
insatiable
blasphemed
depravity
sentient sea
one drowns in serving thusly
or will lift you in support
calm still core serenity...
beyond illusion and
the grand rapid of disillusionment
for the walk on water
and dance of life routine!!!

For what one was
that never came
as a stitch in time
would save two
as well as nine.
Like the one needed
which does not come
nor would nine dare
the act
yet call it love...

I am that I am
and what is
and the singular
and synthesis
therefor dimensionless...
.