book of us "in progress"

The reality of it is harshly justified , but the dream let's me live another day. Though each grain I watch fall so slowly in my hour glass I can't help but wonder about the shatter .will it continue to  Crack imaging lighting in charcoal  smeared clouds. This is for her.. the stitch to my  wound even she can be the blade the razor . A pleasure set by pain . I'm the carving in the oak .the aged look in the elderly eye holding the clored memory of love. The existant without explanation. The knowinglo of this can bring the first burning coal in hell to the almighty's cool oceans. Oh How I wish to explain.The fruit goes to rott and sun to a dim cold without her. And this is love. So closely experienced  in us all. Is this god?  In essence I believe ,in thought I perceive ,and in presence I sigh in relief.  This lovely meaning to cause trouble I know it's real ..but it's no longer permitted I'm nocturnal forced to watch a once dying flower live a life of warmth ..for her I shall stay  in the shadow as God commanded. For in the end all things are right. I can ponder and that taste of an alternate reality gives me ease gives my switch nerve  to flicker a smile.

I'm cold please do see me now for a solid or weak step further... hold closer  And if it's to perish down it is together   hope to be forgiven, give warmth now Stray not ,let blind love guide our way Hieroglyphs u bring the fear I conjure I will live this crave, famished no longer If I die will I see u tomorrow  and if not settle the tide on your tongue  Sinfully   comfort me .

I have fallen from the highest of temples his grace is with her Bring me home. Forgive me my father  Do not forsaken me  For my bones my flesh my soul weakens  Let us be  . Do not take from me As I have taken from you  .  silence  decomposing me  Hands are trembling  to your mercy

 I'm aged see my wounds Find the discolored bruise  settling among you all  A slight push ,whisper of deceit screams of my silence Placing together scars A build to your end.

 I am my own   But I shall hurt his begot children  As he has hurt me Wisdom raises  out my stone Carving pain anger dwelling  Why did you do this to me  Why must I d ok this to you the idea of time forgotten A thin mirror separating   so apparent working for my own hell Deteriorating Alone,that is the  fire   The art of marking this makes it seem more bearable  here. Don't be fooled as you've always have

  if love was sight would you see me So long ago I've felt you  Was it a dream i feel you now in my flesh my  Rooted veins scavenging  on this cold skin  rationing what's left giving hearted life to a corpse A dance through all of life ,a dance through the grey