Corrupt Smoke

I see similarity
Between rising smoke
And corruption

Light the inscence
Let it sit
Observe the motion
The fluidity
How it pools
en masse
At a ceiling
Dancing wildly
Traveling straight
Upwards
Bending only high
The occational
Decomposition of the middle
Which destroys the top
Collapsing into itself

If you now
Would breathe into
The base
It destroys the integrity.
And stability
Only time restores
Only to be destroyed again

Employed

The passions played
For hours on end
A delicate dance
Not to defend

Nervous and wretched
I fear my stance
Stagnant and longing
I take my chance

This feels original
Like none before her
Bliss of premier
Nothing I’ve been so sure

Our lips meet
I am escalated
I am transported
I am appreciated

I travel to a different world
By her tender touch
Secluded with her
It’s never too much

When we travel
It is an instant connection
One of total bliss
It grows in direction

We dance together
Slow at first
Spirits begin fusion
For her I thirst

The moment completes
And I follow responsibility
As she is unexpectant
Of my mass virility

Passing to my home
I am overjoyed
To have finally danced
Love becomes employed

Helen of Sparta

You are Helen of Sparta
With beauty overflowing
And I
I am Paris
Romantic philosophy
And a lover

Open your heart Helen
You, inspector, open
Lets indulge emotionally
With trust, honesty and love

Every chance I get
I see you mentally
Each time
A feeling becomes me
Deepness and hopeful

We shall be as one
Until we become one
I swear my heart to you
Now, Helen, you must mirror
Or my heart
Shall never love again

P3

A tempered motivation
Climbs inside itself
Budding, it flies
Like the swallows
Swallows of eclipse
Pressuring in analyticals
She seeps emotion
As if entranced
Enchanted with dignity
Overcoming forces
Wispy in originality
Drought in disparity
Rhythmic breath
Coursing in septum
Cursing itself
This motivation
Cries out aloud
"Release my anguish"
"Release or fatal consequence"

P2

I collide with mother nature
She greets me with solidarity
Her trees, why are there distinctions
The tree and I, brothers
Because the uncommon are superficial
We cannot be kin
I aspire to have this
Brotherhood, a common
The common of commons
Difficulties arise and its conflict
My new brother, he cries tears
Not tears of sap, but real tears
Validity of brotherhood confirmed

P1

My internal centrifuge
Sticks slightly
Its glue
Bulging intensely
I must obey
Flipping end over end
Mental promiscuity
A self pleasuring
Simply by lateral rotations
My center of gravity
Motion on this
Glass plain, reality
Rolling and smiling
Uncontrollable
I slide into trees
Colliding intravenously

Luxury Eyes

My future
I envision myself
Individual
Surrounded by loved ones
Freed from myself
And enjoying
Company of another
She fills my dreams
Transverses my thoughts
Journys to me

Her eyes, a luxury
They fill me with hope
Understanding that
My future will be bright
Coexisting with her
To yet have lips touch
Would normally pain me
But I feel no pain
Her luxury eyes banish it
And cleanse my soul

Artificially

Previous belief
Disintegrated wildly
Suddenly
A facade of love
Disproven thusly
It keeps me moving
Searching for another
Winding closely
Twisting violently
Curvature away
Because my attained knowledge
My discovery
Of past artificial
Dreams of true reality
Existence anew