I spent those three early mornings watching his back rise and fall with each breath. His skin still one of the things I was completely enamored with, so silken and sun kissed. He slept soundly, yet every stir I made his body would find me even if it were just the slightest touch. I paid attention to those details for a curiosity of reasons ..perhaps furthering validations of who he was to me, at this precise season in life. Could the universe be so kind at such a time as this? I won't think of it too much, I live this day and in that, I find an immense peace.

I trace my words down his shoulders as the slightest of morning sun rays begin its trickle on his frame. A smell of my ocean in the air, fresh and cleansing and only the mildest of chill. The surrounding scent of him and his warmth closing around me, sent my senses into a state of euphoria. I close my eyes and take it all in. No more can I stand.. Not being nearer, in those early mornings I slide to him, and taste that skin so soft..my love, selfishly needing this day to start with his body completely lost and tangled in mine. We rise with the mornings sun and awaken our universe to the movements of souls quenching their thirst for home.

a.b.Carleton

The difference between poetry and prose,

Is like contrasting the universe to highway roads.

The former is infinite, creations expands.

The latter is limited from the rules it demands.

Poets use poetry to shoot for the stars.

While prose teaches masses to live in their car.

Poets are dead, yet their work is alive,

and no penalty for a 100, in a 25.

Shield yourself and your privacy,

The elites will take everything.

Awaken from the false illusions,

And educate the empty-minded.

Knowledge will become your weapon,

And put your heart forward.

It is an endless profession,

And to become forever anonymous. 

You can rise

Yes you can

Open your mind and stop the time

You can fly

Yes you can

Simulate your wings and take to flight

You can conquer

Yes you can

Forget the past and fight the fight

You can achieve

Yes you can

Whatever you dream and more than that

You can be

Yes you can

Grab the mantle and don't look back

For butterflies and bees are quick to die

Be what you can

Now

Intime

I told her straight,

“And I was really trying hard

not to let you down first

-or at least to not be the first one

for once.”

and she cried there

and told me she was

sorry about fucking

another man

after she had told me

how shitty it was of her friends to do

something like that to their men

after she told me that

I was the only one she would

ever be like that again with

and the kettle screamed

and I poured the water

into her French press and

plunged the grounds to the bottom

and it was night out and we were fighting

she hit me hard inside the chest

with combinations and pictures of

her fucking this guy

and I stood there and

took it

and her eyes were full

of disappointment in

me but mostly in herself,

but that could not stop me

her mouth was quivering with

guilt and depression over the whole thing

the last three days she had been crying and

trying to patch it up with me

-sobbing her regret and love and

new, solid oaths

but that could not stop me

and I was full with all of the love and pain and

hidden things perverted and pure

I’d shared with her

the absolute trust I had given her and

no others

I stood in the kitchen

while she filled the air with her

precious mouth

I took a long and dull blade from a

big slit in the knife rack and I

carved an X into her torso

from outside of her shirt

and I punched her square in her

fucking teeth

and she bled there

and it was true blood

I bought her the French press

after we’d made love the first

night

and I asked her sternly

to drink the coffee

and she did

and I knew the caffeine hurt her

gums right then

she reached over the stove and grabbed the

lighter and some whiskey

she broke the bottle over my skull

and lit me on fire

and I stood there

burning

I answered the phone in flames

and she bled and I stood there on fire

and told my boss my car had been stolen

and when he asked me when it had

been stolen

I told him

two hours ago

and when he asked me why I didn’t

take the bus

I told him I had broken my foot

he hung up

and I hung up

and the flames fanned

around me

and her blood was

rain on the statue

of a once sacred

thing

destroyed either

by herself or another

but never both for her

and we stood there for

hours and I burned and she bled

and it was daylight.

we’ll be there

together

or

on the way

to each other

to meet in the middle

or at the end

of the beginning

to reach up

and

stroke the

long silk necks

of the

beautiful

horses.

Simply put, thought came first. But how do we know this? Simply by testing it. Though difficult, it is very possible to think without words, once the mind has been trained. It is a difficult skill, however, because we are taught from birth our language and words are so critical. Once you begin to try to think without words, your mind becomes more open and it begins to process things much faster. Words tend to clutter our thought process, and once we take away that element it becomes easier to think quicker.

I'm over emotional

and highly complex.

i tell her i like her

but use her for sex.

i cant ever live up

to the words that i say.

she tries to get close

but i keep her away.

i cant get it right,

i cant stay in love.

is that a sign from below,

or one from above?

-wbt