Silence Of The Streaming Nights~ in shapes, sounds & more unsaid.. revelatory syncs
the little reptilian in the corner wall slithers in muted rhythm of streaming waters, a stealthy silence.. in meticulous sigmoidal wavelets..
[that somehow rapidly links me to a Czech's astounding nature~ sculpt.. their cross-sectionally hexagonal basalt fingering, the ‘Varhany’~ pipe organ columns of the once volcanic & now a static landmark.. as if raising revolutionary hands.. Mansion or Lord's Rocks of the Bohemian Kamenicky Senov]
She’s just as attractive as she was when I met her a few years ago. My heart is still feeling the after effect from the last time she came up to me. Now I have the privilege of being in her company once again. The owls are hooting and the crickets are singing a melodious tune. The bright moonlight exposes the want for love in my eyes. She’s sitting on a step of stone by the roadway mooching and socializing with friends. I’m standing right beside her, and she looks at me and tells me hello.
She doesn’t know that I want her to tell me more than just...
Comfort thy head on my bosom, lay upon your desires unto me My beautiful dalliance I arch, invitational in its suppleness for your eyes to see Your mind to feast, your tongue to savor in the swallow of the appease Tender caresses of time you partake, eyes closed as you bathe in the abyss of my soft inner mysterious Empty awaited arms, I shall come unto, the wishes of my temple, entwined fate shall adorn Skin of silken desires, coveting your elongation in the cocoon of my warmth The cascade of its bestowed sanctuary, yet, soaked from my rainstorms ...
I am the seducer, the sorcerer, the beguiling witch An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned Mourning lost souls, to the staked I watched them burn
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile, unto the full moon I hear the distance howls Poisonous kiss of venom Climb inside the...
In Dream (as in "real") She's Not here, Never Coming Back
(high) cry, crying cries won't r e a l ize it's own voice, as it continues to cry for one who ain't comin'round anymore like she used to a few years a g o, when I'd play all kinds of saxophones on Mass. St. Lawrence Ks USA, & i raked in so much fckn dinero as to go to ZenZero for a phat thai & Thai'hot gai salad with extra fire juice