my death is one of the many options that may break the dawn,
the next time around.

one of the many options that would break no hearts, scar no one.

i'll be there, beneath, with a smile.
like a jack-of-box.

good night

luminescence

there is no day, now.
no night or no day.


just a flow of time:
pouring down the bend like a dark viscous tar.

to new beginnings

from the midst of all the darkness, dirty fights , and ugly words,
i speak to you.

i speak to you in my plain and not-so-twisted language of gloom.
i look beneath the surface where all the battles come into play,
i look beyond the scars where dark memories are kept.

i love the godly sparks in you.
i love how they lighten up the mighty darkness.

i am somewhere floating: low and high.
but my heart is stuck, in bondage, in bliss:
with nowhere else to be.

my heart echoes of your name as it bleeds.
love me as i love you and the dream will resume.

the dream will resume and the life will unfold.
love me as i love you, my elf.  when two hearts collide, only bliss will ensue.
but they need to collide. they need to be pulled into orbit.
by divine or supernatural or by intelligence.

change the controls for the heart of your beauty.

in'cum'bus

of roses.

i thought in that naive vortex:
all done, said, acted
were of roses.

in the nihilism and dim sparks of my current viscosity
i dream of you: the places i touched on your body
                         and where i simply forgot to
                         and where i didn't have time in the demise

of roses and a million blue quarks,
i dream of you. i come to you.
i come within you.

yet of roses. only of roses.

bondage. bondage. bondage.
without an exodus ever from you.