At the time

Choices unmade led to other choices made

Navigational surrender as I wish for grace to be my guide

And for life to be the way my heart beats

Pumping blood with out conscious thought

Circulating as my foundation

Is this point of perception limited to my body?

Or is it like language where expiration reads in years?

All thoughts and mental states leave patterns of prints

To give a glimpse of the wake being created.

I have never found a future but know that it must exist,

Lest my face be expressionless and closed off to the tender nature.

To: Love. From: Me

Let me find my queen

To let me be at ease

With my sexuality

I want to love and caress someone

But find no one worthy

Except for one love

To make a family

And decide upon death together

Let my love be sacred

Because if love is not sacred, then nothing else could be

Or should be

Love lunatic has me pacing

And sweating while thinking

Trying to chase the patterns

That it is creating

While showing its true face

Of pure beauty

short stories

I could wait for an explosion

To expel me from here

And fly anywhere without fear

I could fall asleep with the bugs

And wake up to see

What is left of me.

I could set myself on fire

I'd lie in the aisle during my wedding

and watch my bride trample over me

I could think so hard that my

brain becomes liquid and experience

the clouds scattering my existence

I could see the world as numbers

And get an erection

for seductive equations

I could beat my heart

And throw it as a water balloon

To burst upon the world

Thank you for the freewill.

I'm not sure I was ready.

falling for....

Let me hear the syrup of your sermon

So that I may know why this life makes you tremble

Play us sitting together

We crash loudly, the wreckage is terrible

Life lost not of old age but of a flowering forever

The learned satisfaction

This place created in moments of undoing

The spectacle catapulted to ridiculous levels

Creation growing and breathing taking space of breath taking memories

Slight melodic notes adorn the fabric of the knowing

Bursts of light signal to proceed on the path of the unknown future

Division and science nodding while reciting

That bugs rule our afterlife.