Atmosphere

The zone

that I am in is beyond anything else that I ever could have imagined

Perfection is peaking itself out with every motion that I make

For the sake of sanctity, I still give in to those freaks who fear the grave

Running in circles, trying to save themselves from standing in redemption in the eyes of God

The cone of power that I have raised almost single-handedly

Until this miracle of a man returned to my world of hidden realities

His energy seems to free me in ways that I never knew even existed

Here, in my zone, where he has enlisted himself once more

Before, this atmosphere was nowhere to be found

I would, nonetheless, hover around...

Watching over him still, in my own little way

Noticing all the little hidden innuendos

His hair

His make-up

The perfect taste in his way to dress

But, I was a fucking raging mess back then, and before I could even count to ten, he was gone...

Always fond memories in the spaces that exist in between

An obscene reality

Years went by

The hours flew

The ideas of ever seeing him again became faded and few

Right now, in this moment, I gaze up into the multi-colored atmosphere

He is here with me

Things are all so beautiful that nothing at all really seems clear

Our cross roads, finally reached and pardoned with

Euphoria exists in my atmosphere, but there is beast that still insists upon trying to enter

It is beyond ridiculous

Like I would ever be so insipid in my brain again as to not allow myself to ascertain my every footstep

Led blindly into the where after, wherever the hell that even is

"Mi amore don't you know, my love I want you soooo"...

Words of the song in the background play on

In the middle of a dense rain forest

A jungle with wildlife abound

Surrounding me

No privacy, EVER, it seems....

We must be getting the sex outta the way by way of our forgotten dreams

Patience has virtually found its way into me somewhat..

I guess, I think it has, maybe...

Okay, I will admit it...I am not a patient person at all

But, I still try to be, for I have already fallen

He is on to me completely now, and I am kinda glad to know it

We sit here and converse without our mouths ever opening

It's beautiful

It's crazy

I think that it just may be even real

I tend to treat it like a precious flower that is soon to blossom

The cross-roads, where we have met up once again

But, this time, it is much more than it has ever before been

I must have made myself accountable

I must have somehow negated the times when I have blatantly sinned

Men are fucking everywhere

But, right now I can only see one

The Sun has been glowing brighter with each passing day spent dancing with the currents of the wind

In the same place where I have always been

Only now, I have something with me that must have forever been missing....

5/12/2011