In BC

I wish I could either kill the whole world or love everyone.
There are some people that I miss in ways I could not have ever seen.
There are others I work at missing, for no reason other than if I stopped missing them, I would forget.
And there are others that I try hard to ignore.
But those, like parts of one's own self, will not leave you alone.
Strangers offer Evil in smiles and streets.
Full fun nights and mornings.
Try to fill up hours of freedom. Go on. Try.
Basically, I feel the time.
And that is a rare thing.
Hey. Dont drink and Blog.
Ha!

Clean Morning 

Fond of Distance

Heart pumps. You can feel it. Way too fast
Faking that the brain is free.
Blood moves. Inside then out.
Ready for pleasure.
Disrespect was never meant.
Finding the whole thing mixed up with sneers.
Thoughts move through the streets.
Speaking dazed hints. Breaking and Taking.
Dancing without smiles.
Sometimes it is not enough to want.
These times you have to need.
Truth has always been the most naughty.

Yarrrrrrrr! 

Fire.

Burn little Fucker, Burn.
Feel the cool, enveloping flow
Of the gasoline.
As you dowse your whiney flesh.
Smile and reach for that pretty lighter.
Oh, so soon. Oh, so close.
Flick. Flick. Flick. Spark!
Whoooooosh!
The flames embrace is strong.
It won’t let you go.
You’ll never be alone again.
Hee hee hee!
But wait!
What is this new sensation?
Ouch! It is Real pain.
Oh! And you thought that heart in pieces
Hurt like a motherfucker.
But real life is far sharper
Than the little dramas
We get to experience
As a luxurious by product
Of our safe little lives.
So, endure.
Burn inside.
Like all fires.
It will leave once it’s fuel.
Has been All Used Up.

Filling the Spaces between the Rest 

Salt, Meet Wounds.

Flat dreams flaunt knowledge.
Keys of these tricks.
I Hurt those who Care about me,
And Care about those who Hurt me.
Kind of fair in the grand scheme.
Simple thrusts bring captured significance.
Late night jumps and early morning touches.
It all ends with a grin.
Locked on to hide the stunned façade.
The Sun and the Stars don’t agree.
Summer tones bring fresh wet saints
Long-limbed Holiness
Traveling the darkened street tombs
Absolution held in a touch.
Heaven in their attention.
And Hell, obviously,
In their Indifference.
Crushing weights
In all that the minds curls around.
We conjure our needs as well as our wants.
Unknown, we are sated.
With the Brilliance of centuries,
Wanting is the real Heart.