Sea faring
my heart will never
revive itself of repairative muscle,
after the past few fears,
it feels wear,
it's feeling tear,
more of scar tissue now,

choose your parents wisely
given ethereal memory,
in the spiritual highway,
a beer a day,
makes the ghosts dissipate,
fading,
darling,
I feel my skin pealing,
my organs reminiscing,

Let my work
scream of its insecurities,
recharging all who experience it,
though is it I,
or my music's effervessing
through the electricities
atom dripping,
alternate scheming,
on, off, explicitly,

positive breathing ventilation
impacts
poorly collapsing lungs,
gas exchanges, between such membranes,
gradients movement,

haulting my growth,
never seeing support,
where daggers impact
respiration mechanics of
acute management,

Flag this spot
flowering dead

If a man delegates his logic,
falls weak to another's
Mirage,
trusting muscle
living under dipposides,
synonymous to
a highly antiquated
educated guessing,

maybe the same process of healing,
is the same, savory undertones that qualifies
as "falling",
connection is in me,
I block to hold its face to the scheming.
my love language, quality time
holding hands every where,
walking, while increased blood flow bleeding,
let an artists work,
come at me screaming,
waving machetes in the air,
slicing off the mundane presence of
moment living, a sail boat in glass bottle,
give me death, before you ever Cottle,
give me shade, if love doesn't live with me in loves home,
he compared me to a hotel,
energy storage, didn't mobilize,
sorely missed, oversight
his eyes.
Such beautiful eyes.
such as the same sight
as rushing the misty water
falling from the rushing River,
off a cliff so steep it feeds the rocks below.
a class all his own.
Matched, all unmatchable, within emotional glow.

so much strength
within his undertow,
his variables of little or
potential logic large.
Too much logic in love,
is a little bit of dark, with too much blinding light,
less the range
holding your hand
I want to kiss
follow your body language
where ever it goes,
maybe before my inquiry wouldn't have been so terrible,
though I'm stifled where you can be,
I can not be anymore.
your allegiance sits with softer, grit,
rather than a lazy, watered down version of accomplishment.
white fat to brown fat
third grade art to unmatched exacting.
integral family heart
never partial
never part.
always crucial degeneration.
filled with truth
with a little of omission
not every body needs to know
everything.

Never release oxytocin
where by exchanging it for
daggers in your eyes.
Your eyes connect to where it feels
whole
and I feel lost in you.