-Rough ramblings of the midnight mind traveler; rough and raw translation-

A gin blossomed mouth beyond meaning now among a pinch of the bear...

The sitting:
Typing a rhythm that is found amongst the night as the rats utilize the wire for transport

...Wound up tight but loose from weary...

The darkness:
A stench arises from below and i'm set silent in a headphone hide. No fuel for you my enemy

...As the days blood dries and crusts to flesh...

The longing:
one of a story book, found and chased but in a dream now manifested like the diamond forged so long ago now worn

...Magnificently lost and mourned...

The love:
whop, whop, whop above, a shatter and vibration of my foundation as My brothers come to loft

...Sea sprayed blades sanded by the salts of time...

The women:
Seemingly a thousand miles from this place
i hold up this thing with an idea. one of a lost pride, one of a crystal glance...
I wait with patience among the birds as i search for loft and a clearance back amongst these skies of gray

...Character and lines mingling to form beauty...

The idling:
confinement only exists in the mind, and only hope should be the fight blooming from it. it is our kingdom

...One of brilliant creation, and one of destructive horror.

-Oasis-


I have been in the desert for some time
Lost amongst its power and threat

At my end, I lost my mind and took to my knees
Looking up with all my effort, a seemingly endless mirage of heat and lost horizon

I made a decision at that very moment to make that last step my fate and not to lay there in wait as if to give in to this beast
I stepped on, focused on one over the other

Inevitably that last step was met

Hands on my knees and drops of sweat bombing the sands, I shook its hand and noticed its beauty
The hand of woman
I looked up and you were there and you gently lay me down in your shade and let me drink from you