from mud to gold,
the grasp of her strong hold, we have on our own speach allways understood,,,,,,,,,,,
white noise surrounds your everything and nothing'ness,
welcome to ones kranium,where id be the king,if she would participate and be my highness,
in our royal chamber,theres no listining ear, to print the relevant press,
settled,nestled,wrestling and yet already wrestled with the forbidden,truths hidden within ribon,
wrapped in translation of grace,sometimes the words i spoke were somehow,evidently forgiven,
the only nostril to uphold sanity against pure evil,snorting,aborting convosation with the wrong type of people,
meditated time,dreams,money,finds the easiest route to the highest steeple,,,,,,,,,,,
spiritual corruption,im the only one who seems to be out of sync,
whistling winds blow my minds sea,over your defences and further up until it breaks the barriers and reaches the brink,
thing'a majig's ment to be taken so subtle,turned upside down,complicated like the natural elements,
just for you,im 'ray mears' in the jungle uncovering lost sentiments,
dusting my foot prints away on the way to the leftside of your brain where ive pitched my tent,
waiting to see the horizon is to witness the diablo repent,
left in your mental letterbox a tatty love letter from me the heavens sent,
confusions of bent notions and hardline, sidlined erotic motions,
not to mention the slow-mo movings of a faster paced mixed corrosion,
intwined,our twisted collision in the dark, bright as the light of day type of emotion,
won't eradicate,but will spark questions to start the implostion,
of mental,yet also chemical,biological means of genetical explosion,
no doctor can prescribe or has ever even heard of the healing lotion,
still i persist on the future,of my eco manmaking culture,
potion of herb whitch's,will never hide the scar of your stitches,
face down,your heart beat miss'es a beat untill it twitches,
left dangling from a thin thread through some fault of your recent encounters, with know it all's and bitches,
sat on a sofa,yet your heads dazzed laying in ditch'es,
testing the limits of the limitless,
labrat moving slowly, over blowing the undertones of orgasmic finess,
upper cut,cheap shots more or less,
foot steps locating to either...north,south, east or west,
her by myside a simple visit to the corner shop can seem a romantic quest,
mingle within a lost arratic thought pattern to be at your best,
non fiction waiting eagerly to caress,
unspoken words we confess,
sour loss of my frame, seems to feed her smile,
breast feeding my appetite for deeper insight,
inbetween her antics on the red tile,walking her own mile,
clouded thoughts dull,inbetween the bright rays of her fire,
just rags caught in the wire,
perfect match down to nitty gritty type of blood,
all we need is a date to organise our concert of the sun unplugged,
with her eyes wired to mine we star gaze at the galaxy,through the bright sunlight we can see the billion,trillion stars,
honeymoon on neptune,
i hold her close,
incase she's scared of hights,
as i climb up the ladder of her tights,
the mutual feeling that whatevers going on,is alright,
true felt romance of the foggy dusk and clear night......