I want to understand this feeling of bliss and undermine it’s authority.
I want to swim in misery, and suffocate in it’s happiness.
I want to witness your disguise and forever believe in our demise.

All I want is to understand.

Search bare lands for lush hopes.
Feed the soul that is not hungry.
Find the origin, implement the end.

I want my footsteps to scold me as I walk the path.
I want to sense your anger and wrap my warmth around it.
I want my eyes to glow magically as I lose you tragically.

All I want is to understand.

Approximate futures for past mistakes.
Tear apart whole partitions.
Kiss goodbye to your hello.

I want my embrace to hold the abyss.
I want to encounter resistance as I steal my existence.
I want to bleed intellect.

All I want is to understand.

I walk through and feel weightless.

His trinkets jingled around him as if they were welcoming their master.

A strange contraption I had never seen before danced on his desk in quite the joyous manner, that is until he commanded it to stop.

“Cease your dances silly creature! My departure was but only a half a clock ago!”

The strife in his voice humbled me from inquiring about the machine and as I scoured the room for all its imagery he spoke softly to himself, rustling frantically through his papers as if time was against us.

“Are you in a hurry, sir? I have just arrived, no need for the rush, I shall stay longer this time.”

My voice shook as I awaited his response. His answers typically required somewhat of a translation, language had changed drastically since I last was there.

“Time! Time is only but against us in the formation of material essence thus movement requires time lost, and loss of time in near malarkey is contrite to our initial scope. So yes, in your native tongue, in a rush we are!”

I watched as his paperwork slowly floated toward the tall ceiling of the room and I concluded that somehow, gravity must have reduced itself to a mere nuisance. This my dear friends, was frightening.

A loud knocking on the door broke silence into all the contraptions and suddenly, the old man turned pale.

Wildly, he reached left and right, attempting to conceal the information he had spread out on his desk.

He then grabbed my arm and placed a small piece of corn in it, “Eat! Eat! Your arrival has summoned them early too much and our plan reaching its demise too early will have failed before beginning!”

I apprehensively popped this piece of corn as it were medicine of some kind and after three blinks, I was flung into a state of numb and rather cold circumstances.

As I toiled to move my eyes, I watched as these monsters entered the room demanding my whereabouts. He had turned me into a wall and as stable as it seemed at the time, I felt reversely unstable, almost ready to fall. But I remembered the old man’s advice and held my mind at rest.

“When you become an object, doubt not its reality. Mind created by matter, matter created by mind.”

They shook the old man and I could not help but shake simultaneously. The whole room shook to the beat of my fear. And as this occurred, the monsters came to a terrified halt.

“You and your trickery will find the last sun set one day man of the old! When she returns, time you will not have to avenge us, for our vengeance will precede her revenge!”

As they stormed furiously into the hall, the old man looked at me and whispered, “Stay here,  on my return, we will commence.”

And as I watched him stumble out of his room just as he had stumbled into it, I thought to myself, “Of course I’ll stay here, how can I leave?! I am a wall!!”

The chandeliers shook as if to represent my despair.

This was where I came to realize in a silly manner that every now and then, walls did have eyes and ears.

With the scent of distrust, it’s my inscription you entrust.

Sobriety of lust, your virtue is a must.

Around my neck your amulet, envious encapsulate.

Malicious predation, false facade of indignation.

With your sound in my calling, it’s you I hear falling.

In between my fingers crawling, it’s your pleasure you’re stalling.

Come home, the world you need not roam.

Air bloomed, flowers exhumed.

You assume that it’s me you resumed.

Yet in fume I found you consumed.

In tone of satirical, your mind is empirical.

In excess lyrical, your breath is a miracle.

Cycle never ending, it’s the rules I was bending.

Present lives suspending, heart and soul ascending.

Presence now offending, rebellion is impending.

It’s this message that I’m sending, in a way, it’s you I’m mending.

]]> http://lostlovelust.com/arcus-senilis-1055/feed/ 0 http://lostlovelust.com/burgundy-1051/ http://lostlovelust.com/burgundy-1051/#comments Mon, 21 Feb 2011 10:02:37 +0000 Diana http://lostlovelust.com/?p=1051 There was a certain satisfaction in loosing all meaning and thought.

The taste was poison in her mouth, yet it was this she never fought.

Let’s stare into the sun and hold our tongues to the soft sound of yearning.

Its you and me we’re learning.

My mind a maze, your eyes will gaze.

The pursuit is key, resistance unnecessary.

Hands penetrate skin, it’s my beauty from within.

A thousand kisses deep, it’s your soul that wants to speak.

My touch never one to keep, your words never one to sleep.

Diagnose this heart of mine, your mind I would intertwine.

Falling vine, our passion was a crime.

Rising line, our taste was that of wine.

There was a certain satisfaction in loosing all meaning and thought.

The taste was poison in her mouth, yet it was this she never fought.

Your courtesy is absolute tyranny to my solution.

In the memory of your skin, you find yourself a win.

Your mouth utters disgust, because it’s you I entrust.

Simmer into my little web of creation.

Your beauty is damnation, yet your heart lacks vibration.

In the memory of your taste, you find yourself a waste.

Your mind utters love, because it’s you I disposed of.

Simmer into my little web of temptation.

Your search for translation leads me no sensation.

In the memory of your touch, you find yourself outspoken much.

Your soul utters threat, because it’s you I regret.