time is disposable
modeled according to perception
Easily Manipulated
I've put myself in the position to analyze

and i know i will be unable to come to any conclusions

Analysis of others is a projection of oneself. And that is not a conclusion,

The bottom line is I believe in perfection
The possibility of opposites to coexist in a perceived state of order

Harmony is the stability of contrast.

I was tied down last night. Not the night before but -  blinded the night before.

There's nothing i could write that would ease a restless mind. Eloquence is judged according to personal development. Who will interpret these words according to my experience,

Words will easily translate to imagery and symbolism. Certain elements and principles of design will expose themselves with controlled description of thought, Poetics won't illustrate anything.worth judging an interpreting. The time spent relating to the intended eloquence are actually spent visualizing the portrayed concepts. Art already portrays the visual ideas: interpretaion is intended to be derived, without the constrictions of language and condentation..

Conflict appears and triggers a reaction, stimulates emotion, flawless design quality, achieves more than what judgemental words only use in to portray eloquence. An immediate response from the intended audience is easier to accomplish than through auditory expression. The subconcious will ignite and words can not conclude. Point proven.

sexual energy will steal anyones attention. As well as arouse they're energy. It will define itself, You will be conditioned to the circumstances of your desire.

Inspire me with words and pictures.
Imagery and eloquence
provide me with the guidance to create
the patience to interpret
the wisdom to decipher
the belief in symbolism
the tranquility to appreciate
nature
beauty
elements
The strength that will allow me to express the depths of my spirit and my call to bring justice to the undefined
Nothing shall overshadow my determination, I will not fall victim to fear. I will conquer boundaries and dismantle obstacles with skill and precision, gained through experience. I will gratefully accept guidance.

Never would we disagree
It seems as though we both were pleased
only when the sky proclaims
we both were blessed with holy rains
with this moment layed to rest
As i recall we both undressed
Only once i was disguised
with a lust we each despised
never will we both explain
we both undressed with holes and stains
for a memory i confess
As i recall we both were blessed

a bite to pure the blood seems dangerous enough

let stars shine on our skin, feeling flawless from within.

COLD MONKEY
GUT LIST
SAVE MONEY
SUCK TRUST

the only way to shut my mouth will be to close my eyes
a hand on my neck and a finger in my thies
we've enhanced the visuals but soon you will forget
i was soft and sensual
I was tight and wet.
I was pulsing through your blood
Held inside your hand

it was the shape of his fingers twisting inside my mouth.
 COLD MONKEY
GUT LUST
SAVE MONEY
SUCK TRUST

cheating and burning ruins the skin
breaking your teeth curses within
a cure for the memory lingers regret
tying our tounges
I smoke to forget

I'd like to feel it in my bones stain it on my skin
taste it in a moan and hear it from within
drew an image on the sheets
designed metaphors create
linger to complete
how we feel we most relate

tied it on my eyes yeah
but i saw it in my skin
scratched into my mind
crave it from within.

Use me as a muse to entertain in empty space
Explain the last excuse as i expire to create
use me as a muse to entertain in empty space
habitually we crave ourselves
and mutually we fake
a reflection of a vision
distortion of my face
excreting to an image
replaced in empty space

silk and lace distorts my face creates an image in empty space
guilt and shame  and plague steals our name in place of blame

explain the last excuse
as i inspire to create
use me as a muse
to entertain in empty space
habitually we crave ourselves
a reflection of an image
if i had to tell the truth to you I'd tell you in a vision

I told him not to beat it til it's blind
since I'm the one forseeing all his crimes
buying blame and selling shame and guilt
I've been replaced for the allure of filth

He's done this. Hedonist.
He's done this. Hedonist.

The allure of perfection entices accusation
when flaws deserve protection but create discrimination
malice grows to monument reviewed across the sky
reflected as a permanent scar scattered entwined
a mutual infection allows us to define
how faults can be perfected and perceived with in the mind
transforms in the horizon, evolves into divine
forever i will linger and consume you as your mine.

In the city there's a witch and all the young girls love her
she dresses like a warrior, but she dances like her mother
with garlic on her breath you'll know the moon is at it's depth
and when she dances in that dress, than you know she hasn't slept

But I couldn't see the moon that night
Shes not the one thats on my mind
I made a wish to save your life
But who am I save the sky

Like the lake consumed and crashes
Like we rage with only passion
Like the lake consumed our ashes
Like the fire burns our passive

My skin Held together the liquid in his mind
waiting and watching for words to define
varying degrees of what she saw and what she drew
memories are pictures that only hold the truth
repitition moves in moments, exposing dejavu
she's been here before, but no one ever knew
only once in soft skin, i almost lost my mind
lying with an innocence perfect in design
we didn't speak in moments metaphors define
I'll be only ever honest, as innocence confines
we met in the horizon with skin as soft as mine

A serpent came into the garden and planted seeds of deception, tickled the tails of the enchanted and gathered bouquets of vision

a clown was in my bed speaking only in verse
feeding a monkey, leaving a stain and a curse
enchanted by the motion, poetics in the sheets
cutting off our hands for something else to eat.

Judging me on posture,
straight up, you lost her
You loved her, and thought her
back was the best
bent
and undressed

I will speak to you only in metaphors
create imagery only with diction
with honesty enticing perfection
in the end you'll come for a vision

I gagged on your scent with your lust in my gut
i beg and repent, compare a whore and a slut
uninspired diction consumed by your hand
judged on a blemish, denied by demand

obsessive over history
a hedonistic mystery
consume the thrill of missing me
he's done this for the tragedy
of how our skin is blistering
he's done this
hedonist

only in the summer sun would i compare the one i love
with an innocence so pure and young, the moon has seen me come undone
your memory should simplify
echoe and than harmonize
with a strangers blinding sky
and soon we will compromise
perfection of a storming eye
i love you in the summer your skin against the sky
i struggle to remember when you'd only thing of my
flesh against your neck
blushed compared to snow
leave me with the lonely
and these other lovers know
 

exclude me from your mind from your hand and from your bed
exclude me from your heart and when you want me I'll be dead
touch me only when youre dreaming never alone within your thoughts
touch yourself with images of everything I'm not

I a blessed for I have fingers
four days we each regret
counting on your teeth
until the day i might forget
I am betrayed by your right hand
loyal to the left
deception of an image
lying while you slept

put your fingers in my mouth and listen to me moan
deny the lust to love yourself and you shall see my bones
put your fingers in my mouth and I'll show you how to save yourself
tie our knuckles into knots. Middle fingers share our thoughts

express each desire with words or with your hands
the smoke will get you higher but canot make amends
express eachdesire scented on my chest
the smoke will get you higher, but can not cleanse regret
images conspire, deception on your mind
lust fuels our fire, but will not make you mine.

animal sounds echo off my skin
til we try to clarify what we crave within
forget about the moment, collected as regret
sell them out as images
of my perfect
flawless
chest.

fuck me heels.
worn by whore
fuck me heals
all insecure

{broken ankles
his dirty mind}

throwing stones at pictures of witches
obsessing over history
the horrors of cracking dishes
a hedonistic mystery

your hand feeds your heart in the moment i dissolve
praying to an image, perfect in the faults
nothing to say
nothing to say
glitter in the ashtray

In the dark we compare our breath with the air
with the words we once said, to the lovers left dead
in the dark with out air our words will declare
you remember the scent, as your lovers repent

He was flawless in the least, perfect skin and perfect teeth
I taught him how to speak, after he showed me how to weep
I was easier than math, we got undressed and had a bath
I left a scratch and drank his wine
His hands were dirtier than mine
I was the prettiest thing he ever ate
I made him sweat til he lost weight

forgive the shadows in the summer and the water in the night
and the stars in all their glory, glowing in delight
forever lonely nights in summer begin in such a night
where lover speak their story with sorrow out of sight
with the weeping in the winter and a cold hand in the night
and lovers are so lonely
loving out of fright.