intersection

stretch out
on this mountain
bluff

stone
bare nothingness
a blank slate
void of experience
and of interactions
no encounters with
life

only breathe
tasteless sustenance

lacking touch
empty of emotion
and deficient of joy

adversely

warmth radiating
providing comfort
sympathetic
a plane from which
to consider

commissioning
images of time
existence
symbols
of sentiment evoked
from interrelated
emotive
protractile
incidences of living

cadence

light up; turn on

filling you
volatile
motivating
pervasive

breathe in
filter
then out

hunger for more
capitulate

gazing
squarely
facing you
glaring deeply

dread
terror
sweat for it
and from it

consoling you
receptive soothing
fingers transcend time
savoring toxicity

fluidity
clarifying
gratifying
alarming

push, push
pull, pull
unadulterated

slight it out

pergatory

anguish and ache
desolation of the mind
craving soul
wanton desire
exiled hope
the taunting of passion
wretched torment

abscond me
nay, I succumb

as I stand here wallowing
wailing with lack of tone

soap

bliss
rolls off the shoulder
a little soaking
into the already
saturated shirt

the sweat stains
and stinks
like day old
misery

elimination of
these articles,
affected
pieces
of my being

is

essential

wretched misery
how I loathe
thee
get off
get out
neither ride
nor pester me more
lest you be disinfected
permanently

damn you!

water tumbles
finally

the stench dampens,
souring the air
and the aura

nostrils curl
breathing labored
sodden with emotion
the tempestuous beast
fighting angrily

grimace

body covererd
smoothed
comforted
by hands
hands of
compassion and
empathy

the nasty thing lifts away
away
away from what that is
mindfully abiding
abiding to the needs and
desires
of the inner marrow

the essence of that creature
revitalizes

frown fading

water embodies bliss
bliss attaching to those
comforting
compassionate
empathetic hands
hands for healing

bliss steeps

Les temps à temps (From time to time)

Les temps à temps
Les émotions j’espère a parler
est les émotions similaires a mes désirables
de la pensée.

Les pensées avec les émotions au cœur
commence
être
les expériences à l’existence de misérables.

Pace au cœur
est pace a la pensée.
la pace est être l’existence aux misérables.
mais, vous,
Mi amour ;
vous êtes ma pace est mon cœur ;
mes désirables et mes l’existence misérables.

Pour ci
est mes condition a l’amour et a la félicité.
Je fais les délices grands avec la condition
Sil vous plait, sil vous plait ?!
Mi amour,
Ne prends pas !
ma condition prends moi.
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(rough translation)

From time to time
The emotions I hope to speak
are emotions similar to the desires
of my mind.

The mind with the emotions of the heart
begin
to be
the experiences of my miserable existence.

Peace in the heart
is peace of the mind.
the peace is to be a miserable existence.
but, you,
My love;
you are my peace in my heart
my desires and my miserable existence.

For this
Is my condition of love and of happiness.
I take the great delight with the condition
Please, please
My love
Take not!
my condition from me.

in the whole of instances

The light and dark
of it all
The warm and cold
The frailness
And the one soul
Amongst many

Why can’t you perceive sound
From what I’m not saying
Can’t observe what I
Witness
Can’t suppose about
Anything
Anything
Anything
But your yes’ and your no's
Your loves and your hates
Your all

Your feelings
Your desires
Your pensée
are more important
Than that of mine

Well fuck you
And your goddamn face
The way you gawk
The way you gape
The way you toss your hair
The way you assault and insult my sisters…
The way you bust my world
The way you mouth the water
From your glass

That glass
From which you nip

The transluscence
Of what used to be

Just sand

Until

the pressure of the world
turned it to what it is

…perfect and functional
And yet breakable
and the way it exists
everyday
since that pressure
struck

I feel
I witness
I desire
I have being and existence too
You don’t view it
But I see what’s yours in you
I discern you
You don’t even notice me
Until you desire
That misery
That self-loathing hate
you
cause in me
to evoke my horrors
and my pasts

this paper
this recycled piece of nothing
of what is not
black and white
of forgotten experience
of punctuation
and misspelled nothingness
perhaps
you see disaster
and wrong
and ghastly
and immoral
and unnatural
but I see preposterous affection
And wholesome soul
And what is
‘Known’ to some
As a life in the form
Of one moment
An instant in the whole of
instances
When one soul
Tries to connect
To another

But who?
Who in this god forsaken world?!
Who will attempt
To connect with
And relate to
And care about
any of it?