Any-All-Literature

There's a strong power in this world Something that makes me feel equally weak and strong-- Feel life and wonderment-- Bring solace and contentment. And this power is out there and effects me like a painting made of tangible senses, like tasting color feeling smells, or holding sounds of soothing music This power I speak of takes a form A form of green eyes emeralds for eyes and flowing hair like a Celtic goddess of the hunt This power is, a she and she is what brings the feelings of contradictions and harmonious senses-- and she is mine and I am her's and she is a world apart and a world herself

If I could move Stars, I would If I could purify the seas, I would If I could make eternity stop, I would If I could make miles mere inches, I would If I could, I would, because I should. If I could, be with you now, I would If I could do it all for you, I would If I couldn't do those things for you then I'd still try For you, I would.

There's a place for you Where you can go and be welcomed and remembered Where memories are shared with you Where smells connect to sights and sights bring awe and comfort This place is always there waiting Not a day goes by where you aren't thinking of it not a day goes on being a day where you don't miss it but, you'll get there. you'll get back eventually... to my arms and my embrace and feel all that needs to be felt by me your home.

Out of this world and through burned storybooks Vespers and vapors of death-rattle breaths Turn to birth cries only mists can hear Through the chasm of her eyes Like dark pits of asphalt On a rainy night road Wet and open. We’re ghosts to a passing plane of shifting lives Where broken glass crunch like egg shells Under leather boots with steel toes Worn by long torso-less patrolmen Speaking in evangelical tongues And slipping The Silver-screen silhouettes telling me sweet nothings And invisible people play moonlight sonatas With skin-covered cellos and djembes   Near waterfalls and deep valleys Of green and prosperous dr

I can see this passion that’s set the leaves ablaze- burning- all the excitement passing through the air- yet the moment is filled with a reticency that lingers- of that nostalgic feeling- my body has longed for again- Life’s seasons- they change- and as I watch the dull luster of the Sun sweat- carefully in his throne- I notice the Summer finally ended- and the time is now in between; the Fall marks that soon thy queen is to call- An argument of things to forget drained; the king now has set- ready to retire- along with a kiss- that caresses his pride away- it goes- to the trees- that spark- with fire- A kingdom of silent

The edge between perception and reality, A transdimensional blade dissects my psyche. Hyperconsciousness of non-spatial dimensions, An extrasensory cerebral ascension. I float through undefined spaces Of dimensions nearly destroyed. Unhindered flight, broken braces, Aimlessly, I soar through the void. Vivid scenes in my brain separate and coalesce. Unwelcome immigrant in the worlds I transgress. Despite limitations of human perception, I am a victim plagued by this disconnection. I see a negated abyss, sunken under deep black water. A vacuum that ever persists, But the vision makes me stronger. No longer wretched, I accept this isn’

I am lying prone on a thick white carpet. I have Barbie doll limbs. My arms are stacked to my sides and my legs are iron rods put absolutely straight. I am staring at a lovely vaulted ceiling but fuck knows where I am. I wrest my hands from plastic thighs and lay them flat on the floor. In a marvelous flash of insight it occurs to me that I have no memory of being here. I don’t think I was drugged . . . was I? Was I drugged? I breathe fast through my mouth, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, because the place smells bad and I might get a high out of hyperventilating. I risk sitting up. Curtain draws clink against white, silk skinned walls, and I