The Other Side

Traced Tattoos
clipped finger-tips,
no name dj as canvas
beer bottle as disguise.

Words clear, yet not
lips locked; not,
necks mangled; twsited
poetry and mirrors; our past.

Neon lights; blinding
abuse and curtains drawn,
learned curses and weaknesses
mystery and keys; our present.

Happiness came out to play
know and known to; mayhem
tears dried and smiles lit
poetry, mirrors and mysteries; our future.

Dominative by nature
Here I was; submissive,
lost in mangled nerves
I surrender; reclusive.

Not the lust, not anything
nothing far, nothing equivalent,
your hair between my fingers
drained veins; turbulent.

Now, your scent plays ‘Hop’
like a honey bee; I fly by the mile,
we stare into our oblivion
you go on; I stop at your smile.

What you get
is your daddy’s house
What you get
is nothing to smile about.

What you get
is a joy ride,
what you get
is shore eating tides.

What you get
is a feast to kill
what you get
is me to foot the bill.

Pick me up
rid me of me,
pick me up
its escapade time,
pick me up
look me in the eye
pick me up!

Rabbit, Rabbit
Why’d you have to pick up
Why, a dogs name?
Em’ dreams fell like splinters
they shattered like glass
pieces of chorus’ of enchantment.

Hands set free from tidal waves
demands were made and attained
heat like razor sharp fingertips
insults; in the name of love
smiles; in the name of need
sounded like the chorus’ of enchantment.

A fragmented torso; mangled
in mounds of pleasure and touches
white lies; under the moonlit skies
souls adjoined; in unity
fate and hope and a world
was lost in the chorus’ of enchantment.

Nature took over; sunrise called upon
before time, before its call of duty
denial of nicotine, new formed pillows
broken moments and sad times
the hurting was lost in a spiral
and its called the chorus’ of enchantment.

Pluto Pluto
Where art thou?
I can smell you burning
I can feel your heat
Pluto Pluto Where art thou?

You’re unseen and you’re the rich one
the mortal one asks for you
Zeus played Paddiwack
and Cerberus wants a bone
Pluto Pluto Where art thou?

Do as I say; affection and love
poisonous flowers was our game
realm of senses tested; wet darkness invaded
slipping on the remains; I sink…

Remote senses activated and alive
nerves twitch; full of life
painful for love; love for lust
slipping on the remains; I sank…

Sea gulls become voyeurs
animalistic instincts take over
locked caged; entwined and tangled
remains were nothing but buoyancy…

Lost in the temple of learning
slipping was the game
lost in visions of a mirror
we slipped into the next phase…

Now there we lay; raised from nothing
wandering the edges of this planet
invaded by darkness and trials
surrendering to a mirror; we were just remains.

Floating; where the tide takes me
sinking; where gravity is the maximum
swimming; where the waters are calm
ashore; when the sun sets…

Behind the hills of the blind
the valleys seems like paradise
behind the horizon, lies a lost world
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Shadows get longer by the end
the damp sands below eats into toes
castles lay untouched
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Floating; where the tide takes me
sinking; where gravity is the maximum
swimming; where the waters are calm
ashore; when the sun sets…

Under tents and star lit skies
the fire flies adds to the orchestration
dreams be lived and lives be dreams
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Tangled up in constellations
drunk emotions and scattered clouds
complications find the exit door
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Floating; where the tide takes me
sinking; where gravity is the maximum
swimming; where the waters are calm
ashore; when the sun sets…

Triangles of mystery unravel itself
mounds of pleasure and valleys of pleasure
mirror neurons on bliss mode
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Dawn lurks around the corner
the sun will steal away everything
just like it bore unto, just like
alive it comes; when the sun sets.

Floating; where the tide takes me
sinking; where gravity is the maximum
swimming; where the waters are calm
ashore; when the sun sets…

Things like this
always builds that lil’ extra,
things like this
always brings that lil’ closeness.

Sitting in the middle
in the middle of these four walls
sighs just seem a way out
a way out of this madness.

Missing links; missing
missing everything; blank spaces
control lost; the rain falls
a path to be found; unknown.

Clocks tick yet not
we wonder of fast forward
fats forward mode de-activated
seconds unwind; yet the hour stretches.

Two lost souls stuck
stuck in between nowhere – nothing
simplified equations
seems unsimplified arithmatic.

Flower blooming and more flowers
sunrises and sunsets
define nothing; season expanding
fast forward wanted and needed.

Once, slipped inside of fade-outs
twice, rotten apples
thrice, found wanting
maybe, it wasn’t to be; but who cares.

Missing links; we need
paths to be found; we want
fast forward mode; seems urgent
days gone by; days to come is the solution.