The Agonizing Dissoulution is Compassions Force

Love is a clear inferno
A white flame at the hearts epicenter
That manifests as different colors
to different persons and cultures
at different time and dimensions
in different states
Even the oldest soul who has seen things vile and putrid
Who has played with thoughts of death and living is conquered

Sometimes my deeper self is discouraged
It sees the predicament of people through the trials one has gone through
The ravaging seas of death and sorrow, the stone calloused indifference, the suppression
They do not see it, they do not understand the magnitude of this simple thing. I write from the womb of my own silence. There are those who I am connected with in consciousness, those thems are you with both stems removed. This attitude of sacrifice and the blending of ones qualities. This hearts center that stretches in from beyond all things. It's creatures... can I not save one from the suffering of loving? I was once blind with this compassion, but I know I cannot speak of it, I place it here and there so I can assimilate it privately later. The innocence of the human spirit has been persecuted & murdered. So strong it strengthens itself in the look of another mountain, another containment, it crosses each canyon as though it had a bleeding urgent message.

Yes.. it's too much but never enough
My time and my energy are devoted towards her/she
She heightens my sense and abilities
The ache in my body and eyes quake
And my sincere sadness extends itself
Like molten lave from the bellows
Speaking like a broken old beggar
I outreach my frail hand with whimpering voice
"In my dreams I see you, In my dreams I see you"
Sick of the torn rags that burden my soul
I throw them in the fire of your sacrifice
The ground melts and again I fall
Into bottomless abyss, you want to destroy me
Well.. I best let go

Poets Congregate on Skype

J: I cant ignore this whore, who thrashes floors of density into my flesh deep
punches of rich thick old blood through the water clarity
J: such a fucken parody i swing my eyes ludicrous and done
M: Blood clotted in the iris, what I think manifests on papyrus
M: With a sensual sense of secret a soft and feminine
M: wishing to resolve individual flaws
J: breeding with festering blackness alive and thriving in vibrational heat. swimming to infest. diving to invest a love of the slimiest
J: stuck in the individual stuck in the individual
M: never stuck in this construct, never taken and forsaken as long as your vibrating
J: chorus
M: but the bottom of the muck is as fair as the heavens, so whats the difference?
J: with owl eyes abrasive blues long and cool legs
M: I sing the blues songs and strum upon a loose peg
J: but children and marching men inside of your psyche will charge at you, taken aback into crack worlds
J: pearls alone, blues on beach chairs, red cramming objects in cavities
M: yellow and lonesome pulled into clarity, the strange sting of sincerity, objects uniform and reshape
J: prisms activate, fellows of castles long ago chime in angelic floats,
J: distant memory clouds the nose with emotional hold, blows and folds
M: sunken in moats a crusted sea grove, old blacks turn and are sent back to the boats
J: coats, take the coats
J: mothers reminisce
M: I remember her as freedom that was suctioned in an instant
M: robes removed
J: trailed off in conveyor belts
J: chicken
J : the females frozen icicle breath purring on me
M: melting me as winter rolls into spring scent
M: wafted from the woman is the innocence
J: in a bottle quiet in dimensions of melodic grandma love
J: away from our pelting energies babies
M: soaked in a bathtub, scrubbed from the skin
M: relaxed to a small extent, calm air is rusted
J: left so vulnerable oh so vulnerable... as suds and flecks brush like the wave of city life
M: the lavender scents eerie like the cities might, But grass lay flat beneath the sitting lights
J: and purring warmth's follow the lighted trail to a boy, and the petals are embroidered within the tender network of hair.
J: subtle goddess lights dance
J: the rosiest warmest love swirls
M: breathing out of containment to the sweat of the world, the angst of new love
J: death is melted into tar infusions
J: no
M: a soggy incinerator of life speak
J: he holds a key with lavender connections so small but stronger mightier than the star he holds true to. patients plays on the radio. flows of the universe are within without doubts
J: soggy spelling
M: writing syllables as the sky translates light..
J: love is in the breeze. float on your stomach with me. touching our souls with sunlight silence. and bobbing flowers. our advanced knowings swooning in silent purpose
M: ether stretches further and farther until embrace is reached cross interstates driven, homes on the hillside, country living
M: the dark screen one reaches out to appraising and nourishing, straining and salivating, loving longing the same
J: the night sky smiles, wielding data of truthful bearing to heart
J: apples you never knew
M: returning stick as transfer to the sap of the cells, embalming aliveness in the still portrait of person
M: showing generosity as a cool pink
J: take my hand, and let the compassion of Christ compel sun and wind as one twisting into waves of stomach thwarting glory to the past
M: in a romance conjunctures as ink in the fine print of news, universally translated in the heart of breeds dying from flourish
J: the joy of smelling a rose, sends me into robust memories bold but non-clingy, lifts me into the lightest cloth. the rose soul braids the biology of my heart. I am she in humble bumble bee acceptance.
M: like its peddles, the rhythm of buzz brought tranquil, only a tepid whisper, a warm water flushed to a prospered posture, plush
J: yet a buzzing shot shoots through me. my brain is dominance, and this dog searches for a bug like him to envelope in and out to touch the endless iris. melting into knees. peas
M: tendons snap and brisk iterates, what is this now flown past figure and formula, let me seek , let me see and rest
J: i pet the statues whom have stepped up in paradoxical fancies, they love the whispers. that gently caress them inside
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J: let me feather into rest as well. hands and feet and fingers and toes in my third eye. pondering them sweetly
J: with lava
M: like yogurt soft, instilled in need of cinnamon
J: gorgeous matt...
J: (bow)
M: from where does a flow so subtle and suiting come ((bow))
J: its comes from your heart
M: yes that was graceful
M: together
J: be proud and blessed... alot of men of earth and women are not connected with it
J: that was beautiful :]]
J: (inlove)
J: haha
M: hehehe twas
M: i resist going back to normalcy

I am that I am

I'm not entertained by all contained
This is how I enter tame
Fissures fusing in my brain
Love & pain without restrain
Did you hear my voice or name
I'm the whisper in the rain
I have no shell, I've wore it out
I have no cloths, I've burned them all
I have no home, to carry doubt
Not even this to point it out
I the one without constrain
The one who sets the soul aflame