Lovers

Never mind the full flow of these feelings that flow out on the paper........I'm running.....running out of fuel......feeling like running into you.....I try to shape these desires into the components of peace.....I never run far enough to forget you......It is nature to try and forget......I may not know the end of this....but know enough to know these cycles of creation....I try to fade away but never can into the light.......I try but stay on into the nature of changes.....I would like to tell you this.....but I'm old inside....I'm here and now...I would love you to forget my instabilities.....and take me into the nuances of your being......I try to bring it into the nature of love....and feel the natural urge to forgive you all with everything....I try and I succeed.....

Intermediately passing up grievances to you.....O Lord......only to find nothings....nonetheless,.....in my answers.....I fumble....the words I mumble.....I stumble, I crumble to see you inside the vast spaces.....of my innermost existence.....I secure the most able of all queries...to notch up strength and courage to see you shoot through space and time....I try to ensconce this gravity only to return to brevity.....I careen this career into clearness of thought until the spaces encapsulate this wondrous emotion to let it dry till corrosive exhaustion.....the plethora of findings unmatched by time....I fall into you....I clear you out....this wondrous runaway dream.....exposure of closure of wondrous endorsor....this fuming fumigant of transcendental treasure......I try and fail.....but fall into motionless stalls.....I try to entertain this emotion of sorts.....I try but I trail....I cry but I fail....I'm fine but I fall...into your enormity of embrace......I rest in peace.....frozen treasure of fuckless pleasure......I'm satisfied with you inside me.....I'm none but you in spirit and faith....I try but I miss you to touch me and I feel free to please your hisses with the touch of my kisses...

We don't know the end of all miseries......when we don't know nothing ...we seem to know something......we know verily nothing.....we would like to think we know everything.....we can't know the gist....covered up in mist....treat me wrong...we can't get along.....heaven is up there....never here.....never hope for it....it might be down in the dumps......never have fear......its bound to drear.....feel never crumpled.....you're over in a frumple.....heaven knows my words...the're here to stay....I'm here to leave...I know that's real.....got to go home....its here yet far......don't want to carry on.....I don't have that long......don't push me.....I don't want to talk....I'm just cleaning me out on this paper book.....I just want to say.....I'm here to leave.....just say,.....I was never meant to pray...