Happy Bunny Day

Feeling alright. Feeling smooth.
Feeling like some weight has lifted
Without knowing that it was there.
Good.
Many thoughts, but they will come out
As they wish.

TK-421! Why Aren't You At Your Post?

Bleed

Those tender whispers
Not meant for the ears.
The little whimpers
Lighting the way.
Secrets told by lovers
In the dark.
From flesh to flesh.
All the chains fade away.
Leaving only the strongest
The need to be owned.
Time and reason fail.

It is only lust that lasts.

The Cravers Wait Just Outside Your Mind

Open to the world. Open to the future. I am so tired of the Psychos. Sure, I am an asshole, but I don’t fuck with people. The past had love and feelings. A fool told a greater fool some truths, as if they were great lore. Well, Fuck You. Hee hee.
Hold me now. Embrace this tired form. It shakes. It endures. It moves. With some unknowing need. To see the next. To see more. The feelings are so raw and full. Happy with their truths. Some say I am cold. I just feel with a different set of speeds.
I don’t believe in panic.
I don’t believe in fear.
Smooth apathy, like the other side of the pillow. If I had know that all it would take was a petty loss to free me of the idiotic attempt to care for something I should have left broken and forgotten, I would have given more than that for the Knowledge. Never try to be fair with something stupid.
On all accounts it is for the better. Life is for the better. There are those who make my life sweet. Through their present attentions, or the hope brought of possible futures. Some with the kind gestures leaving me feeling so unworthy, to those who were kind in the past, scaring me as owing forever. None ever forgotten.
Like my smooth and lacquered footsteps. Across so many doorways and smoldering bridges. Sitting there. Pleasure to the eye because of the importance imparted to them.
So many thoughts. And the ones which seem a little bad are still not sad. Mostly they are to do with understanding and repair. Coming to the point when one can say sorry, and mean it, because you really, finally, are sorry.
And then, the stars looked down.
The stars. Forever. Bright, free, chaos. Beautiful.

Sunday Song V - Not Said Lightly

If you need a friend,
Don’t look to a stranger,
You know in the end,
I'll always be there.
And when you're in doubt,
And when you're in danger,
Take a look all around,
And I'll be there.
When your day is through,
And so is your temper,
You know what to do,
I'm gonna always be there.
Sometimes if I shout,
It’s not what's intended.
These words just come out,
With no gripe to bear.
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise)
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise)
But if you'll wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me,
I promise, I promise you...

Stolen Vision

So I says, Well, here be the fitting turn to all these unknowings and non-thinkings.
The way the wind did fill. The flutter of early tears.
Single seconds beating a phrase out, and the wires and the steel all flash with spite.
Frail ignorance I hears talking in the excuses. In the whys, whens all we really be after’en is just the who.
Sometimes the numbers stay high. And when thems is the rolls on the street side of wondering, why, it is as if the Gods needed to ask you for a lift.Vroom.