sylvan

Writing again!
man oh man,and it feels faaanfuckingtastic!
Honestly thought i had lost myself for a while;when i don't write i freak.the fuck,out.
Herelies some poems ^_^ sexy,sexy creatures...bon apetit!
Ah,and feedback is greatly appreciated-id love to know what the reader (very NB) thinks.


Play,and keep (very special musician) :

survivor eyes

survivor eyes
remain wide-alive
like the startled-ready creature,Days' predator
light caught,in nights dead blanket
you see it
the sharpened appetite
the statued fight
no attack nor surprised surprise
mission heavy,and frantic cries behind,oh
survivor eyes
fascinate the replete
and needless,to say
like me






A lover

Beginning

what is time,what is it!
when we know an explooosion!
a star is born
bursting from within!

when? when is it?
when our pure naked reality,is in fact
each others dreams,somewhere in the sky
becoming one

why,now that i have named love for you-does this
living feel like dying?
why is life,without,nothing

i have cried for us already
i have cried


Middle

baby,baby,baby
restless of you
my body
is moved by
you
possesed
i frequent a descent into
your shadows and ghosts folly
that play around me
teasing
my hair and holding
the gift of my great ascend,you so
proudly bear,and i
so so servently wait
with such care
until,i no longer have to
think our thoughts
and may,actualy live them
you,once more,baby


End

in you came
ready for a game
you were the predator,and i your prey
yes,you killed me,but never ate a bit

(you still a horny bastard)
(you still are full of shit)

i knew what i was doing
i knew that i would lose

i just liked the fact
that i was the one
you did choose.



finis







Untitled

i am in the air,
never here-abouts,not at all there-abouts
nor absent
i land lamentably,everywhere
i do
like loess
and am so encouragingly swept away,harping
from geography to locale
where numbers of others therin lie;sentimental sediments
to whom i wave hello and
to whom i wave goodbye,goodbye

and then befall i,quite wantonly
like a crows prime feather
right down swaying, into your welcoming
jurisdiction
birds-eye-view,your cupped hands
and little black shoes
meeting ground

and Jezebel,you called
Tempest,sleep here,rest
in my longing of you,for a while.



Back to reality
<3,is an elusive being
Syl
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