hmmm

 using the space to write

to fill in the voice of concern

i have to create in the daytime

or else it becomes too depressing

to not be able to play with ghosts or demons

or feel the felt presence of the holy unholy

the invisible spectre's gruesomely cold hands

laying dangling on the pillars of rock

pulp fiction embraced as a comitted man

to the passions of his lover,

love is for it all

all we do is for love

nothing else

tnothing lese at alll

even if  we cant do the job well

we can always move on to another job wel done

there will always be a brighter day

there will always be a fixerr star

more fixed, more close to prfection

much less closer to creation

all the time seeking resolution

in the unresoluable

proof u dont gotta be perfect d

proves all around

abundance is inconceivable

the amount of love i have to give is inconceiveable

the amount of work

yet to be done

star systems

yet made contact with

distant planets

unknowingly ignorant 

of the human touch

pools of consciousness just waiting to be explored

my consciousness is everywhere

but in not one place

is there my soul

i must change that

my soul here

my soul now

i lay its caresses on the bare and nubial barren page

fecundantly fertile with lifes greatest mystery

death defying stunts and a garroulous garrish praise

of unknown contorts, consort to the gods

celestial bodies colliding like nonfiction characters in an obscene cinema known as life

i want to hang out with you dorian

get to know you better

your stench exudes excitement from this soul of mine

wake up and smell the roses

oh how i want to fuck the shit out of you

do i even see you clearly?

i see you clearly

you help me love myself

i guess

i guess i love you

i hate to admit it

because i really am allergic to love at times

but i do love you

i love your energy

i love your sense of taste

i love how i cannot hold on to you

you are so slippery

and yet you are so here

its absolutely fucking insane

what a man can do with an untouched heart.....