Marq2.4

My mixolydian difference
Impossible with deciphering
Balance the offset
With the tonal matchings
Colliding intravenously
With a metaphoric anxiety
Chemical changes internally
Chant my needs on this
Compared to the Dorian
I used to be.

Marq2.3

Turn me fluid
Melt my existence
Slosh me around
Like second offence
Torque me in tubes
Address my viscosity
Experiment for knowledge
Testing my properties
Separate me into viles
Allow parts to be solid
Pour those into piles
But pull and twist
By words and fist
To pry away my needs
I am the fruit
Of your explorations
Ponderings of internal self
And left with emptiness

Marq2.2

When I look into your pristine eyes
I dive into yourself
Losing all that is cruel in me
All bitterness and distraught
Cleansing me
Leave me no choice but to be happy
Those beautiful blue topaz eyes
Melting my heart to forgive all pains
Bringing me up and close to you
They invite me in when they look at me
I dare not accept for fear of losing
I actually am unable to accept
Because I'm so drawn to you
And when I cause you pain
Your eyes show me your truth
Every time I see this, it burns me deeply
I wish never to hurt you
For I never want to see you cry
So dry your eyes and share with me
The pain you feel and what you need
I'm here for you and your eyes
Indulge with me the potential we share
And enjoy just being together

Marq2.1

Rampant and exciting current exchange
Presses softly against my frail frame
Submerge my voice upon this stable
Unwrite my choice when its able
Drifting fluidly through existence
Pretend I gave and honorable resistance
Close me up, ignore my emotion
Rape my will and warp this devotion

Her tears are flowing
She hears my story
The tears cut me deep
And so my heart shall weep.

Marq2.0

It's all the rage
Fastened slightly to the right
Sticks to the soul with ferocity
Riding this wave of fluxing anger
An abnormal impulse towards the crimson
A tension of temptation that sings
Restless in evacuation but still engraved
Upon my childish forms carved deep
Core anxiety mixed with immolation
Cut me deeply with things you do
Until I feel the molting once again
Peeling off my external feelings in sheets
From the base of my skull down
Tear it off in disgust
Its unfitting of my stature
But it burns so good at true internal
Feeling it in my veins, circulatory system
Bilateral dissipation for instance
Darkness kneels before this feeling
But still I am left frustrated emotionally
Taken at face value, what do you really need
A civil war of the person?
Destruction that leaves everyone hungry for more
I cry inside but face left dry
Betrayal, disappointment, drought
Flailing unconcentrated into something false
I simply fall

K3 (Swings)

There is a place to call home
A rusted decaying single chain swing
Grass tall and overlapping
I sit upon the seat of childhood
Memories wash upon like northern seas
Dreams of past times and tranquility
And feel the beast of anxiety crawling
Up my spine the shivers climb
Setting into my skull as if familiar
Then to observe from a pendulum view
Subtle variation bestowed upon white posts
Sudden relief in the sight of changing positions
Fluid is this life through child's eyes
I stop my motion to exchange maturity
What really is traded is my viscosity
Formability to molds or individualism
What connexion made to grant this final
A realization that depression is a longing
For change happens prior to fulfillment
Throughout ones self examined this need
Absolute greed for self and no other
Depression to grip leaves left no other
A disruption undone only through thought
The shift of the paradigm slowly allowed
All of this revealed by a swing
An observation of my past delight
And how it appears to be vacant
For normalicy is driven from me
Power and knowledge given in passing
Gives me the strength to be hopeful
Swaying gently with life's breeze
Being totally happy with each movement
Free to observe beauty in all things
All it takes is one step at a time

K2 (Moon Drippings (Many Months))

Beneath the semi solid moon drippings
Sings I, songs of flight for thee
Circular at first, centrifugal nature
Unworthy is I, so tis dropped twice over
Trust of yours matches equal and opposite
Leaving me longing for your touch
Plagued and distraught I sink deeper
Then to follow is destructive but
For straying grants my wishes
This steady dance of role reversal
No longer just as by compass you see
Unpredictable but comforting as one
When finally prepared and ready
The famine of summer months dawns
Wispy dreams are lost in the breeze
Standing solitary I lust for your presence
Hair of a glowing amber glistening
Eyes as clear blue topaz at pinnacle
Above all your gorgeousness what I lack
How we are as one, alone I cry
For you to understand how I feel for you
Tears fall and transfigure into solid moon drippings