20 ticks past 8 He clocked,
and Slowly he began to walk.
Only for to sit back down,
Light a smoke to lift a frown,
Puff of darkened air expels,
Followed with a lengthy sigh.
Not the slightest bit compelled
This morning he had wondered why.
His phone did ring, the tone did sing
Yet he could not be bothered.
Half awake he gazes til
His mind begins to wander
Toward no destination
save for That of skies above.
Until he’d fallen back asleep
Even Though he’d slept enough.
Agony swirling between thy ears
Nearly bringing thou to tears.
That did cease when rest was sought,
Surprised was thine when waking brought
His eyes to meet and lock with hers
She who left so long before,
Now they all began to stir;
Every feeling we may afford.
Blessed we charged for to embrace.
Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.
How bitter & sweet did reunite.
Even if just for a night.
Grateful just to view her face.
Typically not one to feel,
Yet this was a special case.
Off away my thoughts did peel,
Caught by paper not to waste.
So the show it still goes on.
On it goes, indeed it shows,
The path to that we call our home.
Where the heart did and does lie.
Lies our hearts tell you and I.
We try and try to outsmart ourselves,
So lay thy down besides the shelf.
There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.
The pain that grows in sweeping tides.
Cry you might but don’t feel bad.
This is all we’ve ever had.
Any else’s we may hold, must
Die before the quick and bold.
When everyone is but a thief,
Being dumbs the only crime.
What a beautiful relief,
To know that everybody lies.
Swapping spirits through a screen.
Both know not of what they mean.
An arm for rent details the scene.
He utters nothing in thousands of words.
She who keeps running but can’t stay away.
Feels so absurd, you confirmed that today.
Unsure of how but minds have been made.
Both of them know but neither will say.
The holes in their chests will be healing okay.
Yet without force more than each other to thank.
With gazes that rob mortal souls like a bank.
They finally find who they’d hold to the grave.
Who these two are I cannot recall.
It might just be you but it may be us all.
Both in their voices held sounds for sore minds.
Neither aware of the treasures they hide.
Better to not stay stuck in the eye,
When your being pulled through onto their side.
The only mistake he could make now is lie,
Be honest and free yourself from your own ties.
Every question is asked for a reason.
If she can have trust than forever she keeps him.
Else they may both stay in limbo forever.
Leave they may not till they walk it together.
The writer tries but cannot deny.
The visions of her flashing past his closed eyes.
he follows the words of the unconscious mind.
If only he had realized what you felt the would time.
Maybe that would close their gap.
But for now he needs a nap.
Now that you’ve been synchronized.
No one else may catch your eyes.
That goes for both you and I.
Here’s our chance to feel alive.
One that neither want to miss.
The story starts a nervous kiss.
No telling where it goes from there.
And tell he not but ask she dare.
Chaos chose its favorites.
Now we’ve nothing to forget.
Free from all our past regrets.
The wall between us shatters to bits.
Your my cage and I thy chain, you thy heart and I thy brain.
Since my hook met your refrain.
So glad that I rode this train.
I thought I’d never feel the same.
But I smile more than ever before.
Ever since you came aboard.
Essence mined of endless dreams
Polished into abstract scenes.
Brought to life in A through G,
Sharp o wit did give a squeak
only such yet not a squeal.
Eager for what time did yield.
Needing not a premise known.
Absorbed in tones where scenes revealed,
Poor intent of past instruction.
Shattered truths they must conceal,
Holding back the future’s prize.
Waiting still for our trust to heal.
Abundance of idea hints hope
Myriad Patterns left with ropes.
Dropped to us we know not Why.
Something wouldn’t let us die.
Someone wanted us alive.
For reasons we may not surmise.
Once was he a lowly wretch.
Shunned and sticking close to death.
More than once these depths were waded.
Many times hath stood persuaded
By no one but our other selves.
toward pursuit flying serpents
Despite us knowing all to well
The only word for this was fail.
Sadly still we kept on trying
Desperately to catch their tail.
Til one day we’d had enough.
Left the lives we thought we loved.
For hidden paths to higher ones.
Took so long to understand.
Where our feet and minds should land.
Endlessly we searched and scanned.
Weaving plans for to escape.
Finally they’d taken shape.
We lead ourselves back through the gates.
The lost had thus become the found.
This costed not, we earned our ground.
Learning now to paint with sounds.
Yearning travel, wayward bound.
Thank you all, that’s it for now.
Glad to see your still around.
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Bite marks, and scratches.
Souls Quenched of desire.
Contrasting the fires.
Nervous and wired.
These Courteous Liars.
Tearing to pieces.
Each others attire.
Slaves to themselves.
Yet Grossly inspired.
Jumped from the shelves.
To the lives we acquired.
Feeling so good.
With leashes untied.
Back home we’ve arrived.
Beautiful and alive.
No longer deprived.
I’m glad that you came
More so that we tried.
Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension.
Magnified opulence in spite of direction.
Casted about toward magnanimous corrolaries,
Reeling back duple in velvet accession.
In pecuniary cappilaries flow efficiecy boundless.
Reluctancy crumbled by ethical prowess.
Amidst all desire rests unfeinged requisite,
Lastly our kind and sagacious be credited.
Imbuing that parched with anti-Expedience,
To propogate sanguine pragmatic disobedience.
No notions stood foreign of sweetness beheld,
Abhorring of avarice environs propelled.
We ought to endow our altruists well.
Lest our sewn seeds sprout mercilus hell.
Best to devour what seek of disdain.
Rest through the hours desiring deign
Next we’ll be raiding the reigns in the rain.
Rhetorical overflows aimed at their brains.
Authority gasp at the sight of thy frame.
Yet smitten, impressed with ye antics portrayed.
We script and we dress up our words in the name
Of misfitted genius that conquer thy game.
Merely for tweaking all eases of play.
Want not reward, recognition nor fame.
Seeketh the means for our passions maintained.
Lead us to that which we strive toward most.
If directed to fortunes, we charitous hosts.
Though actions and judgements have milestones yet.
Intentions gagued pure by most pious of men.
Why ridicule poets to manual toil?
Allow us to thrive by our laborous spoils!
Incentive toward living breeds that to create.
Enriching creations may invigorate.
Inspiration instilled by O minds of the greats.
Rekindling hope for the saddest of saints.
Finally drawn are conclusions once sought,
Gracefully waiting till prayers be caught.