Straight shot love

Universe of your scentand your traceon the collar of your shirtand in your undershirt You stand under the spotlightplaying tunes from your heart;an embodimentof all things massive, masculine, and sensitivejust waiting for the right timeto give it all I watch youbut please take meI want some of thatanything little, at all The drip of your

Filled

I stopped talkingI stopped thinking; filled with the rain of youpouring out of myselfI stopped wantingwhile getting everything I wantedand then wanting some morelike all the spaces needing to be filledall the air particles needing to be touched, and turnedthe entire world needing to be touchedgripped by my hands and feltbecause you encompass it

Black eyes

The saddest thing about having pitch black eyes isyou never can see if it dialated or not

Your eyes by the window

Your eyes like window light through glass your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun your smile, says it all by staying bitter or hopeful your hands, rule me like they know where to guide your torso; to rest on for music to play on

When there’s sorrow, there’s art

It’s a circle

It’s a circle not just the physical orientation it’s a circle of thoughts it was the love that led to the love-making and then the love-making that led to love

Funk

This hole that I’m in it might take ten hours for me to get out of it

Popping delirium

If you were rich and enjoying a fancy party while slaves looked at your food with hunger in their eyes from outside the window, would you feel that slavery was unjust or would you feel that the slaves were just damn annoying? If you were a person enjoying your bacon meal while a flyer was

Tree leaves help create paradise

Tree leaves in a forest produce moisture, and that moisture accumulates into air and entices rain. This process is called “transpiration.” That’s how planting trees can replenish, de-desertify, and bring life into barren lands.

Impossible

We regress to the never forever and ever dreams unfulfilled offense not committed we’ll be good for the rest of our lives reprimanding the bad ones while yearning to be bad

Fk or not

Sorry for being boring Can’t be too witty I’m either sappy as hell or concieted Don’t have anything tricky to say But if you want to fk or not

Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But if

We’ve set up the government to help us

That includes: Protecting our fundamental need to breathe clean air Securing our access to food and shelter Contributing towards our well being and healthcare needs

Dear fruit fly

I understand you, you freakin fly, I can’t believe that I’m me and you’re a speck of dust in air but somehow I’m moved by you and when one is moved, they understand the pain that one is going through, and it’s called love never mind who… what you are what matters is this process

Where the tree once stood

Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back, on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them cares for them that plays with them that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life and places it upon the

And then it dawned on me

that I don’t have anything meaningful in my life but these paintings

Distressed

Perpetually bound to be

Casual love

Casual love, I believe in that deep love, I believe in that too polygamous love, I believe in that, but I’m starting to believe in random, casual love more deep monogamous love, I believe in that too casual deep love, I believe in that

The feeling of love

I believe in you I believe that you’re real I can be so stoic sometimes but when I have emotions, I know that they’re real I believe in this I believe that this love is real it penetrates the deepest of impermeable layers it runs from head to toe I’m nonexistent without it there’s nothing

You keep catching me

I know who I love. It’s you; fragile and in pain, lonely, needing to be saved. Your desperation is my awakening. I can’t imagine you a happy boy. So long lost, so strange and foreign. So not you. When you look at me, do you see desperation too? Do see yourself; do you see someone

Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry …it’s been over years… over something that’s left this samsara the memories blur and dissipate to the ground I’m trying to knock myself alive cry a little more, scream a bit love a lot but I’m left dissipating too; dispersing with the winds themselves trying to attach to whatever that

Pure heart

The twists and turns in your hair give away the thousand year history untold the smile on your face warms every warm blooded’s beating heart eons of bond, shared blood, genes that connect you to everything every sea on earth all the star dust above clouds, far, far away the twinkle in your eyes, diamonds

This height

It was this height There was glow There was flight And then we die

Being called a doll in London

I was so ecstatic, and apparently, I still am. Had never been called a Doll before. They just hardly say it in the part of the US that I’m in. Maybe they say it in the south? I remember when I was called Honey as a kid. I remember thinking, ‘I am?’ and reading more

Falling paper pieces

When it happens the first time, it soars but it’s happened before this feeling of synchrony as we smiled and rode on by but this time it was a bit different making it a first time, again it was the calmness the quietness the substance that leaves you guessing as we split paths and think