Goodnight and Gooday.

Dancing shades of midnight
running across the sky.
Memories of the lesser divine
running across eyes that lie.
Missing in ways
crawling through the day
While waiting,
just waiting for you.
The words you say
lighting a fire
deep within my soul.

Caressing the mind.
Touching deep.
Running across the chasm of your mind
touching me deep.
Words within and without
taking it across in this manner.
Resonating in beginnings and end.

All of these outside influences
become more
and more convoluted
as the ages pass.
Words becoming half spoken truths
amongst other things.
Everything in mind
is coming apart in here.
Matters and manners alike
and thoughts apart of time.

Formulating lies,
a sort of divine choice
given before words made sense.
Thankfully it is now,
shortcomings and all.
Making life in twilight
and shades of purpose.

Inner Dialogue

Oie.

Ye gats.

Yikes.

Wow.

Retreat?

...

Wait, no car?

Ah nuts.

Morning Lies

Melodrama and false starts
plague the mind.
Diminishing value and useless parts
move about in time.

Disorder and dissonance
ring true only in part
Orderly romance
painted in by numbers
behaving in part as it is stifled.
Just make it quick
forget feeling sick
just play through in time.

Forgetting the depth of sincerity
and bredth of humanity.

love is in need of Love to save it
make right
making it tight
and making it real once again.