Pheromone-Somniferum

Auric heart-slime oozes from every thought, Glittering sparkling flecks of memories flutter across eyelids. *** A sweet creamy scent fills the room, A heavy pheromone drug exciting the senses, cheeks flush, a quick glance, eyes lock, pupils dilate. Iris deeper than universe explode. *** Apodyopsis

I breathe  Through my heart. How can I breathe? When you have taken it.  I'm choking, On the settled dust, Of the unopened chest, It's been locked in.

Warmth radiates easily, Eminating from your compassionate morals, but you navigate by a magnet weighted compass. *** The oceansized distance travelled, The ice capped constant currents, The off-shores howling pressure, All odds are against this vessel. But the bulbous bow strengthens with proximity to the port. And the stern's persistant push propels more with mileage *** How strange is your warmth, That it does not melt the ice caps, That it does not calm the winds, But melted ice caps means bigger oceans, and doldrums make no [e]motion. *** The pump makes no difference, For this bilge is heavy and sedimentary. It lur

Rendezvous with a Doctor of Philosophy. Who is without depth.

Disparity comes From unconditional love Of one who does not

A haiku a day Will keep the heart strings at bay - ....wish I'd stop feeling. 

Gasping breathlessness. Hips, souls, minds, aligned tonight. Consanguinity.

Anathema sigh. Remove one from ecstacy's devine punishment.

Begining with insecure ruminations born of miscommunication. Rising to a crescendo of white noise, consisting of irrational, paranoid, accusations in which the key never moves the hammer but the strings are still quivering un-harmonized *** Frequencies that are deafening, broadcast from emergency announcement systems, Geared for your attention, Are sending a message of a (futile) hope. *** The earth has quaked, the floods have receeded, but the early warning system is still broadcasting and the floodgates are still open for the unrelenting emotion to poor through, loud and clear. Do you choose not to hear? Close your eyes to the

I pour hot water into my favourite teacup and watch the steam curl up to my nose. Opening to a fresh page, while I gaze up to childhood blue sky, and finally I sit down to indulge in the outwardness of my thoughts, somewhat stream-of-consciousness-style, open chakras bleeding out divine colours, usually concealed by what appears to us as white light: I wonder – what else do we all keep hidden, what else is there to explore? Too many universes in those blades of grass, too many unknowns which keep me God-hungry and open, yet transient like this steaming grey earl.

Something always brings me back To a place Where dreams are manufactured, I live in this fragmented space, Almost every single day, My understanding is not whole, Nor will it ever be. These feelings swim In the same pool As our instincts, We know without Formerly being told. But what is becoming clear: Is without some kind of love, God or reality does not exist, And we do not live with our souls, But with the limitations of Our mortal minds.

In silence, we wait in midnight's keep Tonight we stay, our stories seep A love so strong A kiss upon auburn A laugh, a giggle A smile with a fiddle These pleasant moments and stories above Our crying hearts for each other's love Simple fiery hairs delight Your spark, our magic. Our sun's in fright. Vast beautiful eyes consuming A romantic sea song of our mystery imbuing

Black man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray, Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways, Red man and Scarlet have always been close, And form an alliance against other folk. Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced, The world would be better without men of Pink, And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds, On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold. The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past, As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste, And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans, All driven by fear of their fellow man. From the midst of this chaos arises some hope, The words of calm reason t

You woke up one morning and felt completely different. That is okay, because we both know that the only thing certain is that nothing ever is. I just wish you would have told me then, so I could have tried to wake up feeling different too. I'd rather hear your voice tell me these things than endlessly trying to listen close enough to hear your eyes tell me to stop kissing you. Because regardless of how pretty they are, they aren't always very clear. So now I lay awake in bed during the days and remember what it felt like to be wrapped up in your skin rather than my blankets. And during the weekends I fall asleep in another boys' embrace and

"That looks like blood." "So it does." "Is it?" He smiles. "You're bleeding." He searches his skin. Nothing tainted copper there. She giggles. "Here," tapping his chest. He looks at her. She speaks too. "Let me bandage you up." "Please, don't touch me." Bleeding. He's always bleeding. Metallic air and salt. Gentle finger on heated flesh, he's soft, trying to heal the bleeding boy. "Let me." He pauses, then extends an arm, opening his heart. "Okay." Chapped lips, soft skin, faded brown. Stains. Empty. Filling. "I'll heal you." "I know." Opening. This is the giving where they take an equal amour. Two of them, lean bodies. S

It's gone. That thought, In the back of my mind. So long. Morning light, Streaming in through the blinds. I'm tired. Another day Turns my eyes into smouldering coals. It burns. Your flame Scorches me right through to my soul. I'm lost. With the sun Comes an empty head and fatigue. No more. To think of you Is to think of lies and renege. Go now. Leave me be. Night has gone, I need my sleep. I'm done. The time has come For me to be counting sheep. So I say. Though I cannot, I will continue to lie awake. So I'm here. Unable to sleep As I continue to ache.

Bewildered by your silence It sucks you don't care Sitting I fester And play with my hair At first I stew And become belligerent with anger Then sadness overcomes. The person I thought I knew Is a stranger. I get mad when I realize I jumped in head first That I didn't sip But Chugged Just to quench my thirst What is wrong? Why do I still crave this being? Your eyes so distant now They are fading No way am I that cold And could detach that quick To let this build up the way it has, makes me sick I try I've tried hard to fight, you see Alas, I can't and wont fight Love. That's not me