b.larset
Banned

Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

It's your system All I am doing is manipulating it for my benefit.

Leave me your emails so I can stay in touch. Thanks Robin.

Merry Christmas

Sweet Flowers
Stuck, moved to longing and
filled with want. Unable to care,
from fanning flames of things
consumed in me. I reach for never
and now. Gaining neither.
Caught in this wanting for more
of the sameness and saneness of self.
Lost from chasing me to you.

Never catching the next feat of my
attentive passions to write in the
diaries of our thoughts. On then I
push you pull I need you want I
rush you run. Then I stop. Walk
to the edge of no, look out and
yell for the insistence of
control I gave up.

Gained from realizing the need
to feed the dream I live in endless
pursuit. To taste, innocence and charm
hiding amongst those secrets guarding
the mystery of hers-each calling me.
And the she’s, who will, and can
always draw me nearer, reaching me
at all times and any place again and again.
( This is done - It is 10 verses long. I wrote it today. I was working on the one below and took a break. I was able to keep going on it and finished it- 5 - 6 hrs)

Counting the brush strokes while I watch your face in the mirror for signs that your drifting nearer, that place of somber rectitude and sensual awareness. Our place. Where time is what we share, in a space that exists to enhance our needs, and grow us in the pleasure of together. Softly, the light carves the mood into the air. Flickers of light dance around you dampening your inhibitions .Soon you will be like a budding flower of passion blossoming into a dark rose of delight. Love will turn you needy and willing, into the clay of its torturous mold.
Your neck falls away from your chin to meet your shoulders adding its own proportions to your image and drawing my eyes to your sleek silhouette. Funding my senses with its lines and shades, I am caught up in its appeal and drawn to the flesh that covers it .
(Doing this now)

A Growing Of Forgetting
Settled in. Watching our
growing of forgetting.
Touching the old. This
emptiness placed here
by my hand. I remain
curious even now .What’s
the wrong that I can write it?
　
Gross echoes of never, sound
in me as I try testing the pleasant
of, "you and then". Inward passions
wishfully direct, experiences
of you back into my mind.
Events Lead. Hope prods forth
promise, then like a wave,
it washes me with you.
(Continued)( not ready to post- it feels like the last thing, the very last thing. I can do no more with out help. I hate real. I like the dreaminess of imagination. Fueled by desires of wonder.)