Author: Kevin J

There’s a way to do this. Time may be running out, but somehow there’s a peace, to passionate ambivalence.
May I say that there is a method to it all? The seeing, the challenges wrapped in what seems like forbidden tension, are all creating something, a person maybe. But not I.
Enjoying is so deliriously avoided. The separation created is so maddening, with no benefit except space in between, that must be maintained. Constant working. Let them all come into you. Let it all reside as it may. Opportunity. Delirious and furious kind of, non speech, that runs through senses, on the ground and beyond it.
Placing, among words, sights and sounds that may never know bound if the category could cease.
Did you guess that one day we would really meet? Beyond hope and prayer. In love and weird glances that couldn’t be used for use? That when you came, I would never think to do anything but want you to.
Thought is so serial. But us, we could parallel, meeting everywhere because one, line, erupts into our never leaving hand, touch, watch. We meet here, as never before, but too damn familiar for deja.
Love is a delirious.

Please make me maker
make me more, make it hurt
if it must.
Make me holy, make me scratch
make it bleed
make it never coming back

I hold you, with passion stored as barking, binding of tremors
& pulling of levers I didn’t know I had

Anymore will I be able to call to you?
Our separation is thick like blood, like fog,
like me. bring it onto me
lay your burden in my shoulders with no surety, my capabilities
and I will stand. Naked, hounded but rooted in your air.
Breathing like fire prior to ash
This night is in blaze, and they,
will find me,
intact

gently. Say it mean. Whisper like white noise
Methods don’t matter this whole vessel will hear you,
Intact &,
sublime,
shaking with terror and/or…
might.

By my will I give you one option, only:
make me maker

Ways that you have. Magicianary.
Effort must have lost all appeal.
I wonder about you. And the way fingertips
dance across these follicles – all waiting for the chance

Know, that pride leaves me.
No space when that silhoutte enters.
Dawns of an old night repeat beautifully,
in peace with the ongoing surprise

May I ask? What brings the dark out to play?
What makes sacrifice and reception taste the same?
What is life, now that magic can overtake?

I’m… willing to find out.
…Now we wait.
Seeing who’s will is in love enough to break

Trouble, mounted,
waters running shy.
Win, mirrored as poltergeist of place that’s long been forgotten in
futures that have left a place
for us

Sticks and blood, we and heat,
as friction, rubbing incessantly,
in to,
oblivion.

Fire, smoke
broken, wars.
Dual placements evaporate as pressure,
– heat –
takes us, as well.

Mounted, clouds, fidget – action –
for loud, boisterous.
Dreaming of falling, incessantly.
Brings rain
to gravity

You left me with no choice
With scattered lines of treacherous poems, riddled in excess, waiting for more
I’ve landed within grounds, fertile and bold
Manageable halls, turning, to boundless wombs
And my thought is still lost in you

Fragments with no image, sound, just raw remembrance
Your fragrance, and my love, make knots
In stomachs, bound to underworlds
You, bring fire

Finding you, taking back what is left of me in eyes
And bringing you with me, rising

Or drowning in flames because of
But I cannot remain

Scatter your own upon me, gently
As you come with me
Lifted, or,
we, the descendants

of bliss

If we are destined,
white noise will be our peak

Meshing, or, melding, back together
The taste – more than we could meet

Horizons lay dormant for you and yours, and for this moment

We could be, more
than a quenched flame
found among memories

We could be eternal, only dreaming
of boundaries.
And One

Baited steps into the
places I have no recollection of
Lucky streaks have kept my
dawns from going dusk forever

I awake to the
illusion of walls and mirrors
And fall into a
trance of timeless becoming

Back to, and out of, this dream
I’ve wept over bleak aspects
but have never been more enamored with
My patience for the meaning

My dawns and dusks give way to the
silent mornings I can think nothing of.
The laymen I am floats, basks,
And sinks into
The novelty of this one

I could kiss you, and leave
My unabridged walking towards this
Heavy hearted me from a
Picture frame, now ordained as the
Box that I make my way around in, indefinitely

You turned out to be
Too much, for me
A real thing despite the, usual, illusory backdrop
Our surroundings cast the shadows of my disbelief
You – in depth in fire or flames
Can you blame me?

Deep breaths, scent of the places you’ve been, without me
Scare me, because pasts repeat
Your heart is mended in ways I can’t deem myself ready for
As you stand bare, revealing something so contrasted, somehow
In perfect unity

I want you.
You scare me
You’ll take all of this, and because of this
My feeling does not change, but
These off of cliff’s edges steps, you accompany
So I, return, this favor.
Forget what I have thought, and try to only consider
What you see in me

What will come of this
Flowers, life and oblivion
If we are fortunate
Dreaming only within its own territory
is not enough, never was

Beyond parameters of
Imagination, mainly, because the
Possiblities reign endlessly
In the crimson void of symmetry
Destined for beyond

Her shadows beckon the ultimate return
Birthed and bothered by a call of the voluptuous luminescence
Must get back where, the curves are no question
Where I am the exception
Fly on the wall not even
Just a small speck of sight that gets to witness
long legs and a fitness
Hurdling miles per second with no precipitation

Ms? Knows her own revelations
And teaches me slowly, surely, like prophecy
We know I am destined for her plateau
Mean time though, the imagination runs wild
with every possibility of places to caress her ineffable silhouette
Now I am free to roam
And we, eventually, will not become, but will be known
As one