True words

Shh…I have whispers to share. 
Secrets fragile to touch.

Too delicate to move, like fresh words on wet tissue.

Don’t let the ink run.

Or the pages tear.

Don’t let the words melt before they consume us.

My lips, pressed against your ear.

Don’t muddy or change them.

Words are precious stones.

But stones break windows.

Their weight shatters reality.

OK, maybe let one fly.

Give it all you got.

I want to see through Lazarus’ eye

And watch the world rise from the shards!

In the dark-room of my mind, portraits of monsters are being developed.

Now I’m the one that goes bump in the night.

So they hide under the covers.

Tremble between the sheets.

The price of admission is life, but trust me, it was never yours.

No such thing as death.

No such thing as life.

They’re lies to keep you afraid of both.

Do you love your pain too much?

Where’s the truth in all the lies?

I won’t coddle you, the secret:

You’ll want to avert your gaze.

Battle into the night with it. 


Wrestle until the blood is dry on concrete

Until the candles burn out. 


Sometimes the cost of love is pain,

And this one has a sting to it.

Leave your shoes and perceptions at the door and step into the casino.

Bright lights distract you.

Happiness this way.

Which game do you want to play?

No matter what you ask, that’s always the answer.

So you may as well choose.

Choice is the only thing you have left.

The catch, is your choices are being weighed.

But the feather lies.

And the only way to leave with a small fortune is to arrive with with a large one.

So what do you want to do?

Know that freedom is your constant.

Free will is your power.

The dice is an illusion

The table, the chips, the cards

The player also.

Will you roll anyway?

Truth is:

I like this color, this shade of everything.

The way its neither liquid or smoke on my tongue.

And the way my heart sings to it’s song without knowing the tune.

Dances without knowing the rhythm.

She never grew up.

Still clutching her knees to her chest and intently watching the play unfold,

Praying the encore never ends.

Don’t draw the curtains, not yet, never yet.

Every act delights her

She’s greedy for it all

Won’t blink.

Won’t miss a beat or undulation

Every perfect imperfection,

Wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

She remembers you,

Old friend, from long ago

Is it possible to miss those you never knew existed?

I did though, and still.

But your scent lingers close always.

I am you. And we are many.

But the bad bonds are cut.

No judges with sweet addictive lies.

I won’t waste another breath on them.

So let me find you now they’re gone.

My skin itches to reunite.

To walk amongst gods and brush my fingers through flower fields.

Patience was running thin, but at the end of the river was an ocean worth waiting for.

You never gave up

And you were there at the release

I was weak and nearly let go.

Soul tried to escape fleshly chains to get to you

Ready? Set. Flow.

You’re here and you’re everything, you’re everywhere, all at once.

I see you now.

Feel you in every layer of skin in between intimate moments.

I’m greedy for you, don’t leave me, not even for a instance.

The ache burrows deep and no gasp for breath will satiate or ready me for what you are.

What I am.

The happiest moment of my life.

Thank you.