sending sparks to entice and forage over our little forms, illumination, destruction wanton enlightenment in bright rivers of desire and unabadoned pain
still we play,and strive and play.

beneath his bright eternal gaze  to stretch, to writhe in pleasure drawing, believing in the unknowing refracted gifts we see through knowing.

Ignorant wiles brought forth
drawing down fires better than our nature, we incomplete half-animals stare wildly at the joy and injustice that we create.
pleasure and despair,nonsense, illusions , falling and cavorting, leaving the open clear mind crying in solitude.

you rabbits all. till the storm arrives and down you flail to the forests call, against leaf and rush, brush and bark you halt, shivering and reeling gainst the fury of his hand.
down you shrink, tense, halting, still, fear grinding and driving you deeper to the shaking ground.
down, down you burrow into old lichen, moss and faded leaves,
assuaged, brutal,katabolic.
you shrink and wither unto yourself, bright eyes consumed by thir own iris, growing darker with  howling roar of the ruthless storm.
above the trees aching call,
hungry and half-blind, where are the grassy plains now, or the joy of meadows fall? knawing and biting your still silent saviours till they sadly cannot take anymore, but what of it all, what of it all!

so continue to stare and muddle away on the darkening field.
and cut into my thoughts and draw your own little lights and toys to comfort you against your self-made storm. How I would laugh if i could only crawl..
Egregious pleasures drawling from the sanctimonious scrawling of past and pertinent meddlers.
aye meddlers all, from the back of the false prophets wall you all rise..
yet not I.. smiling potency cloaked in a crown of exile . I am silence, countering all
I am the darkness you see written upon cracks in the walls
you fear and you fear bending to your toils yet beyond my inscribed darkness lies illumination. Form requiring no foundation.
would you trade joy for comfort, false happiness for blinking screens, caught up in your failures that you cannot see why can you not see? cannot dream or believe?
I cannot tell you of her, my tongue is not worthy, lest I fear the leprosy of these words will corrode iridescent purity,
such a soul! you would not see a dream but just a girl, unknowingly naked in her profundity, startling powerful in ignorance, rising to challenge the darkness of my wit through sheer innocence..you see she almost saved me till she saw me. bound with feelings too wonderful to ascribe.

in your ceiling and in your floors.
madness made manifest.
what is this nonsense you all cry! thoughts rendered together hastily with no thought for form,
smile and bide your time for as do i..
you play betwixt the shadows and fire,
repress me and fear for as you squeeze so I shall grow and rise glinting through the sockets of painted eyes
by denying me you so bind me into you unto you
beyond and before you.
When you cease to search you will fall in the wake of your own informed
deformity.
She rakes mine inner eye with riven claws of thought, no cause nor regret, no hesitation forge forward and on!
i cannot describe your own beauty nor your intricate flaws, words are the mouthing’s of thoughts left too long in sahara of there own mind.

Look forward to yesterday, thought if i waited till the you would appear again…

not by my dream did the small sharp blade seem more demanding. It gave and it gave,