words..

It's good to be in the land of porcelain panes and red wine stains. much too volatile, much too loud.
  I cant sing out. There's a million things to be and I'm all of them. Right now.
    Met you on the bridge, you had a pocket full of bobby pins and berries.
Yellow/gold- energizes.Green has a harmonic effect.Florescent light produce unpleasant sensations.
Manic-definition: rapid flow of etheric energy, constantly changing patterns. sounds exciting. until one forgets themselves. 
The ants on the window sill let me know this house is real. 
That it feels when I slide down the  stairs, when I make love on the lime green carpet.
 It sees me sleep and kisses my forehead  goodnight.
chocolate tantrums
the left side of my brain is sliding around like a forced vein.
fire points up, a directionless lust for fear of forceful wind.
fingers pinched with sisterly intent
the human condition is wonderful, im ashamed to write this on thanksgiving. i see now what i dont want so tomorrow i can be who i want.
these days of rain, flowers dont bleed.
blue lights for smoothing rough edges
no wrong ways of moving
into a higher consciousness

Ezzie, Halloweenx2

the only one

in front of you is you.
The way she kept saying 'girls' makes me want to always be one.
Just let the fuck go. I've been deciding it'd be different only because i want it to be. if i eliminate the desire to go and just let the fuck go. I'd belong to my environment voluntaril  rather than just sitting on this ottoman contemplating whether or not to eat.
 You must think I'm sick. you, now the ones I've opened my book to, keeping extraneous marks and doodles in the dark.
It's like someone says their thoughts out loud in an empty park.
All will happen as it will. the projected bullshit all around me is making me exist with  less quality. Ugly can be beautiful. Pretty, never.
ANimal spirit transformed.
Vivid smears
Evaporated tears
Caught by the edges of your wide open ears.
 The weight of you now inside and out.
 Standing on top
Ready to wander for a new spot in the sun
Sprout yourself strong
You need nothing
You are important
Get out of yourself
Sleep.

Jimmy

 the door, twist and see
an empty room, i bet you the floor opens.
feels like a girlish rusted energy. she left her hot tears in cotton to singe with no alarm.
Once your'e in the room.
Counting thread so high
There's no slippage of dreams
into the sea of your mothers tidy seams.
What have we even brought to this day? to complement the sun's delight.
She wrote to me with a penmanship of thieves, not on leaves, on screens earned from good societal deeds.
Her favorite sense was sight, seeing doesn't always make you alright. If you cant hear my face. We need more christmas lights.

Body's like mine, but your made well.

So much on my back as long as I dont crack. I could throw my voice out there though your ears think they don't need.
Behind those artfully drawn eyes, that thin skull, whats so dull is all that black in your dress code. All that ego under those colors.Starve to eat, Buy to be sold. If i asked for a ride, what would you do not to speed up, while I dive,
 Into a pool of lofty conversation, misconcentration and the sound of man drool. In space theres no spit, gravity has lost its king-like rule.
 Back seat river, under water diver.
I miss you Tom, the next best thing is your mom.
Train speaks for itself, like someone whose close in vicinity, you haven't yet seen them face you,  a voice you cant help but wonder where..they haven't given into the nights divinity.
Curls of her hair.
Winding gracious nests in the woods.
Leave my angsty bones on the cliff, we'll jump together when your sick.
FROM somewhen, somewhere,somehow not so close to right now:
Iris cassette taped a path around the felt up room.
She asked for a new song.
Chose the piano tune and pranced like she was on the moon.
Released herself into the kitchen sink along with the orange juice and zinc.
Iron and bunnies of pink.

thrashing mockingbirds, a ruckus,a musical mess.

unhinge the day's skin and twist into tonights ripped knee'd jeans, your leather coat falls from your shoulders like trees shake their snow with white ease.

Hair's on your chin, falling into sin.
Know what I mean, alley ways.
Fences we lean, only just listening,
for the cats midnight scream.
Heartbeat in my legs.
Go on outside.
Lets play.

A collectivity.

Up all night, what's that to do with your sight?
rose with no petals,softest of metal
running in the woods, what if the woods run through you.
precisely what I want, bring your dirt, leave your southern dust.
shes looking for love and branded herself with lust.

We can bring summer back with just one kiss, the day we met, all of it. but can i make you smile and take you out of your self made bliss? not usually. and into another day when our lashes wont be woven into each others making a embroidered pattern of the uncut hair around you and young eyelids.

I've no reason to be bitter or to be scooting away from his embrace. in these reactions to the action less wild mind, I'm told i don't have to go it alone, and i in turn scoot away from myself. i cant really believe i love this person. he’s not complementary to my being or life. i cant respond to much of anyone. Believe it now, you've awoken in yesterdays last breath, in the arms of his naked nest.
Magic Castles-Big Sur.  
Need to do a little dancing tonight. for the meridian for the breaking out of this stage. for the patience and to let it out. give up crying for a while and make a clear representation of the sunny free girl I really want to be to the people who worry and are most experiencing me. teacher of patience, he never desires those things he cant make for himself.

We shook but our weight didn't echo. we screamed out our desires, our voices didn't distribute. the silence is what we give ourselves.
Conduits-On top of the hill
Accomplishment, is a word that can mean mundane or life-shaking. it sounds as it is.
a mothers green eyes given to me, she knows of my weight and how i like to keep it quaint. she found the bitterness i hid in something sweet. seemingly a treat, now we all feel the inevitable defeat. a expression explosion filled a tidy spun room. a niche, this woman hides her pride in a loom.

Partnership and Focus. wine and bonding smoke lift. liquid urge eventually surge through weak intestines i will purge. to describe our body is sometimes absurd. for as long as forever is to me, i wont know an end. the beginning is to happen each time your skin and bones I've loved more than my own. through a touch of luck you are akin.

starcrafting the floor

here i am showing up in black and white. the only laguage i know electrified  back at me and all who eventually skim with the eyes, feathers touch down in water. with no character other than simple lines and times. even the smallest of streets. thinnest of knees, a blanket of lights so we can be covered and still see. i see your lids spread im breaking nknout, just a rush closer to jumping out, the window is open. it is cold.

if you couldnt handle it, it wouldnt be happening to you, around you.

if you find yourself suffereing you nay also be desiring in equal amounts.

ive never sat on such a green limb, on this tree ive grown. and decorated and died and ripped and bruised with those allowed with shoes untied. someone made it to the top once. i felt his weight from the bottom of me.

it is november 23, 2013

created by one with no skin that made your own. something fell off the wall last night its that painting you hate that i made. couldnt have done today without me, but being here makes me someone i hate to be. its all for you. i desire a hard kiss that doesnt hurt my pierced lips. a light that isnt bald or branded by a lightlife default. this anxienty i’ve humiliated even the word its’self by bring out. im falling for the fruit thats always fallen just as much as the oranges and grapes. ive dug for spices to season your ageing flavor. to chose a different kind. the first thing you taste. do someone new for thirty days, your twenty and your words arent for anybody not even you.

we’re late. for nothing. periwinkle sky, blue and green on the other side, they bond unnaturally in natural day stinking light. Justic again. in my ears more than sweat and tears.

she burst through the door her adrenaline and rain drops dropped to the floor. contemplation walked downthealley and found a real answer. one must stop hoping and saying sorry. wishing is a waste of time and hoping is mildly plastering expectation on the ground in front of you. under the blonde dust  of well elaborated fingers, ONLY HOPE resided in every pore, we spoke of dance and ritaline and i realized she was a delicate whore. the answer undisguised and under a wig she really shouldnt have scored. for her own self seemingly a bore.

Dream: delicate deer unvoluntarily surrendered, a dead man lay just before. a woman with senses cut abruptly at her shoulders.  her intuitision extiguished that the deer would have to leave itself for the sake of the man, life passes through our vessels like water through shells in the sea, shells now left with sand and the bones they are, you get yourself back and more. cresent half moon flower, blue upturned skirt or stringy fence of petals the center a whitish yellowish and pinkish tinge. letting go of the wild insides that make us restless for daily life, that, in a physical bosy we have to enjoy or destroy; interepreted throughout an entire week of distress and dissassociation.

eyes parallel locked by the nectar we’ve brewed in boiling to see you nude and a true seed from the fruit, our chemicals so busy getting to know the stream. those seen in passing are those in dreams, we choose who they are so we can be who all we can be. these people being transported by a silver gyrating machine. constrained with only lack of considerable comfortable time. we’ll get you to where your life begins again but until then hold on to your patience the roads are never thin for long.

more lines from the ever ending night, stereo has a new way of projecting its cheapened voices and the perks of the ride is far and all material encrusted sights to be experienced. i find myself in more parking lots than woods these days, little to be known of what i’d really be doing with my time these days, maybe with different friends who are maybe female, and I, not feeling sexually confused but a neutral womanhood powership carried with the phrase,’ with less i have more, moderation is key and i as always the best things in life for free. awoken by a motivation to flee, didn't leave without three sessions of too hot tea, he takes forever and i don't have the strength of emotional fabric on my sleeve. cant hold it in. cant quite leave. gettin down to now, with the same tunes of then. when we’d lay so deep in cemetery’s grass, tripping our twisted selves thin. the radio dept and your pedals, giving up your favorite shirts and most prized pins,

to let go, to kiss her then and there, desire neither here nor in a girl with long hair.  and im no longer sorry for leaving you with leftovers, while I'm still here. haven't left yet and if i did you’d be bingeing on the freshest parts of old leaves, the pollen filled corners of  hexagons and bees who think they are red and not yellow. i don't speak i listen and wonder and wait, im not rude and im surely not sorry, mister, you get me all wrong.

cracking lips pained face out of place head up shoulders straight, you’ll always belong with the tricks of this palace entranced queen. she wakes up with no need, not even water from dusted rocks.

toxic exhaust, will power lost. fuse snapping its so loud, indianous sunloving hands clapping and fire tossed.why do you have to know, your not from anywhere.