I want you I need you

To feel you I love you

But that cannot change the fact

Our hopes will not remain in tact

Our desires are just a wistful wind

Of paradise and Cardinal sin

We follow blind as a sheep in the dark

Looking for some god to spark

A joy in us to be provoked

Based on trust that ain’t no joke

An honest love that’s lights our soul

On fire with that glowing gold

A Magic power that won’t be doused

By circumstance or whereabouts

That will hold fast made to outlast

But Our moments past shatter like glass

So now’s the time to take and grab

The feeling of that gratuitous laugh

Sublime slices

The ripeness of each other’s devices

Despite prices

I’m indulging and evolving

My crisis

You can love the feeling

But time is not free

I’m waiting on what’s been coming to me

You can try to hold on

But This life is a dream

I’m hoping we can both be redeemed

You can love the feeling

But time is not free

All our moments

Are fleeing from me

You can Try to hold on

But this life is a dream

All our moments

Are fleeing from me

You’re my only-- only one who loves me holds me

When I’m lonely only, scolds me when I’ve done

Something so cold, I’ll boldly come

console you, hold our moments close so you can

tell the truth is whole, when I’m with you, there is no

hole, my soul is full, how flowers bloom, see gardens grow

I’ve come to sow, bestow you with my loving force you know

Each moment is to be cherished,

be Embarrassed cause I’m declaring you the fairest

Even marriage has it’s edges, let’s be rebellious with love extensive,

Let’s be relentless, climb any fences, over pretenses, so I’m the menace,

To your incentives, no I’m the stimulus to your intelligence, yes let’s be intimate

And get to feelin’ it, each instant for what really it is, just a second of frivolous medicine, you can’t predict the end so let’s make what we imagine

You can love the feeling

But time is not free

All our moments

Are fleeing from me

You can Try to hold on

But this life is a dream

All our moments

Are fleeing from me

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KING OF ENGLISH LIT

English Professor,

Like Melville’s infamous lawyer?

With honest justified force,

Breathing that high air;

Must be like Re Reading America…

While enchanted students sit bravely

Prepared for an onslaught

Of natural intent, a nighttime fire

Is burning to light our minds with his lit mind.

Dive deep beneath some general

Outline. What fine points.

From a rural yard (I imagine a Hemingway home)

Learned from brown, red, white trees,

To schools: of gold so blue;

For a city of high students

He sits in a chair— that is high too.

His position to me should be exalted to literary statistician.

When he extricates it is an exorcism.

Pulling flesh from form to transform,

The carcass that remains is bloody as hell,

Easy to understand in its nakedness.

What Mind Readings,

Such deep reading,

Undoubtedly full of meaning,

Devotedly delivering his methods of teaching.

Upstanding, with classy wit,

Outstanding by brandishing sharp words as swords.

Speaks more with feeling than Othello the Moor!

A smugness of purity, what toughness, what grit…

Master of the wilderness, King of English lit!

---

In the morning, each mourning

...Just as it sounds...

I am mourning; over dead dreams.

Did I frolic through golden rich flowers?

As a young man did I smile inside

A bed of innocence.

Why did I awake to become poor?

Where did I grow old? Under what cracking roof?

I remember in the morning, each mourning

It matters not my decay,

All the "beautiful days'"

Such scattering of dutiful praise:

Will headlong, or worse, thoughtfully drown.

Maybe they'll be evaporating steam over my mouth-Soured shut with dissipating ideas of cloudy paradise...

Instead of darkness- but still, without light.

Painless truth.

Come morning of my death, when night-time dreams And hope-filled dreams have sudden left.

There is solace in the mourning.

---

Standing on my roof top

When the moon dropped

Shallow above my head

Slow night no traffic is a mellow thing

I could hear the ocean bellowing

Calling my name

So I drove to pier to take a swim

In the early am

Just to feel the icy waves

Bring goosebumps to my skin

Tired of always feeling a slave

The moonlight was awakening

Something forgotten within

My calm seafaring champion

The seas rock and won't stop for asking

wave upon wave keep crashing

slave on slaves run poor interaction

Til the routine's soothing's mastered

How'd I get Lost in the ocean

On my back floating

Why didn't I notice my horizon line unfocused

The fresh pine smell gone

My memory's turned on

Hopes of the coastland

But most hands aren't dealt

Better than their host stands

And my host is cold and boisterous

Inside this great wide open

I tried to scream but my voice just

wouldn't be redeemed

my Choices weak as dreams

I Fainted and fell asleep

The sick love is taking

Upon fainting we are awaking

No more forsaking what was forsaken

No time for taking, we're making paces

Steps into the depths

Where the water races

Kept in a chest was her body at death

Peaceful at rest

Turns out I never left

My roof, moon still blazing

Standing on my roof top

When the moon dropped

Shallow above my head

Slow night no traffic is a mellow thing

I could hear the ocean bellowing

Her past calling to me

She is more than a siren

She who fell to the bottom of the sea

Without even saying fare well

She is less than my lies when

I'm inventing to re-imagine her dying

Her smile alive

Like a boat capsizing

A willing captain Loses his prize

Kept his eyes but blind to life

Still he strives to find

The diamonds of her kindness

The Mind Ablaze, Prose&Poetry, 16-99, 10000, Aaron Barth-Martinson, thought provoking and different.

you try and try to make it work

but you know yes you know it cannot be so

because you have learned that love is also an emotion

and no emotion can last forever

so you leave her

since you have no choice because everything is fading

BUT

all is not lost

FOR

Lust... 

That is real.

Until the feeling of Lust transforms into that lesser dying form of love

And then you must face your mortality again

And break another "pure" heart

She makes nibble sounds,

And I can't help but do the same.

On the couch I lay

In her lap,

Looking up into her BIG EYES.

What should we eat?-

After eachother...

Chinese food, chicken wings, SUSHI?

Yeah, Sushi makes sense...

Nom Nom Nom

Dear God are you listening? 

Dear God are you listening?

Dear God are you listening?

Dear God are you listening?

Infatuated with this universe

Agitated it's divine and perverse

Aggravated at the puzzle of death

Captivated when I watch my breath

Imagination running wild searching miles

A hundred ruined smiles on these chapel tiles

Does your church encourage the fear of God

If it does they're not sincere it's fraud

Does your minister claim to know where you go when you die

Is it sinister to think we'll be gone in the blink of an

I don't pretend to know what God is

I won't even claim to know if God really exists

When bad shit happens to good peeps

You can chalk it up to karma

Re-creation in this drama

Tell me how is money all that matters in these streets

Call me hysterical I do believe in miracles and still question my belief

Dear God are you listening?

God are you listening?

God are you listening?

God are you listening?

How can I be near to you 

Then fear you

If you open doors

Why can't you be clear to me

Appear to me 

When I need some more

A melody to fatalities no duality's a broken sword

Should I compare my conscience to the voice of the Lord

And how shall I embrace what I cannot see

When might I taste the peace of these ancient philosophies

When may I be free from humanities tyrannies 

Can disease be defeated by praying properly

Validated make sure you see to you and yours

Animated I may be lapidated by meteors 

Damnation and paradise maybe fabrication 

Depending on your pair of eyes just an adaptation

I stand a distance am attentive and

Enthralled, she absolves and revolves and hums,

As is true with angels with outstretched hands

To entice and intrigue like when death comes.

Her tresses curl covering bare shoulders,

Her sun dress slips caressed by gentle wind.

Her hand delicate and reaching over

To correct God’s natural hankering.

Glimpse those calling eyes disappear in spheres,

So upholding saints meaning while still closed,

Shine a quality to divulge my fears.

Lips open slowly, what will she expose?

A reflection as effortless as dreams;

Before the truth I seek that seldom gleams.

So Diary, 

This afternoon I watched my best friend Samuel eat his father, mother and girlfriend on the front lawn.

I hid behind the velvety curtains just inside the living room between the black leather couch and the wide sun glaring windows, trembling near uncontrollably, listening to horrific feast.

It was as if Cows were being slaughtered just behind the glass. Blood and innards splashed on the windowsill and all the while Sam, had this joyous vacant look in his swollen reddened eyes, joyous and vacant- like a psychopathic serial rapist I imagine. 

I guess I'll never be able to make crude and lewd and utterly outlandish jokes with him ever again.  Or laugh at his cringing sarcastic nature, or play basketball with him.

Maybe; if there are any scientists out there, who have not already been zombified, maybe then-- if I can get to them. But how can I leave this house when I look outside and see a parade of soulless plagued bodies marching and feasting on each other.  

I can't stop thinking about how Donald Trump built that wall and repealed President Obama's health care legislation. 

I can't help but wonder if this has any correlation to that whatsoever.

God help me. 

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Diamonds sparkle in the mouth of the shadow

The Thing's odor is T H I C K and wafting 

Into Her helpless throat and lunges 

Puss-filled Saliva 

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She is seized underneath, stricken, lips parting 

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Onto, the back alley streets, into, the sewer.

Manifest: what is festering in man?

The strangest incendiary impulses-

My perverted brain is prepared to pull women's clothes off like overripe banana peels;

Though I assure you, this is normal.

My carnal instincts may only be subdued by me doing push-ups, indefinitely.

Manifesting in my body is indomitable envy. 

As my expiring mind tickles over my multitudinous undiscovered talents, withering away, In comparison to the glorified newfangled successes; they are surely famed succubuses. 

Still I know, manifesting underneath my chaotic tendencies is a thin film of all I adore: The leading conductor of life's tragedy.

My friend gave me his keys; and then I took her hand. It was near the end of high school and she was definitely my high school sweetheart.

We closed the doors and she hopped on me.  I knew she had been with someone before but I wanted to exceed her expectations. 

I stayed like a throbbing rock inside of her for two hours. She was sweetly moaning and smiling all the while.  I'm sure my face looked like I was trying to solve an advanced algebra problem, overly focused. But she was surely looked cute enough for both of us.

I remember it felt good, but I remember even more how determined I was to satisfy her.

I was still erect after two hours in perfect warmth; when my two friends from the school dance came outside and began jumping on the hood of the car. 

We were laughing loudly, blushing and putting on our clothes.