The feel of your hands

The taste of your kiss

The smell of your skin

I crave it all...

Never have I felt it

Indulged in the flavor

Or

Inhaled your

Euphoric aroma

Yet, its undeniably

Something that

I yearn for

I want it all...

These feelings you

Evoke are all I know

Are you near or far away

We may be strangers

Till we die

Fate decides

As we look up at

The same moon

Under the same sky

Near or far away

Your who I

Think about

Day after day

S.W.~

Oh, lie closer to me,

you’re too far away

melt into my core.

Let our bones

merge together

our hearts meld.

Throbbing veins

become one.

Let me touch

your thoughts

with my eyes

tingling,

our juices

comingling.

Our legs entwined

in coils of love.

Fused moist lips

wandering tongues

Our hot skin

A continuous stream

Binding us together

Never ending ecstasy

Oh! Lie closer to me.

This. Selfish. Race:

Instinctively, we react

Protecting ourselves

Against the Illusion

With hysterical madness, and

Under the domination

Of Trepidation

Evolved intellectually

But suffocating

On empathy inhaled

Too deeply, and

We never exhaled ...

And now we fall

And we suffocate slowly

On our solitary demise

Purged into the Hateful Mass

Spiraling, and

We are

Out of control

In a perpetual state of

Numb survival

Blind and effortless

Trudging through

The motions displaced

By egotistical emotion

And hailing, we

Salute to Fear

And the knee-jerk reactions

Endangering us with

Fate dominated

By ignorance, but

Corrective action is

Hovering ...

Perched on

The horizon in --

Olive trees

But like a whore spread ...

On the porch of

An escapist's brothel

We bargain addicted, and

In the name of

Our Insecurities

We succumb --

Dead to the Acceptance

Offered in:

The name of Equality

Shedding light on

The unconditional family

Waiting, and ready with

Kneaded compassion, and

Our lost freedom found.

But to set aide

Our indulgent motives

It seems simple --

But it resides somewhere

Still out of reach

And too far away.

I am listening

Am I?

I look at you

But my thoughts are

Far away

My eyes are blank

I can feel

How empty I must look to you

You ask if I am okay

I respond

"Better than ever"

How easy for me to lie through my mouth

Though my eyes tell a different story.

I am here

But I am far away.

Why do you invade my mind? You, who wants nothing to do with me. A time ago, I traveled across state lines to lie in your bed. I recall you equating my being there to a dream. I couldn't be close enough... Never close enough. I was only next to you.

Back in my state and a state of depression months later because this might as well be another world.

There's always the part of you that feels like you're missing something 

Something

In every sense of the word

Whether you're in the depths of the coves in the recesses of your mind's grandeurs,

ones filled with every thing you had some what desired,

or if you're in the functions of your beautiful regularity that you have lied to yourself about hating. 

You're missing something,

And the only thing in the land far, far away is your sanity.

Between us lies an expansive distance,

Two halves of a whole secluded by miles.

Wholly affecting our joint existence,

Resulting in few and far between smiles.

Emptiness impossible to convey,

Lucid reveries with you by my side.

Consumed with unfathomable dismay,

Wistfully awakening teary-eyed.

Wordless to describe how much I miss you,

Despite hefty odds, I cling to the chance.

Not so patiently awaiting rescue,

To find myself in your arms as we dance.

Solitude is not inherently tough,

With passage of time, enough is enough.

Sand and heat

and standing beetles

dried up wheat

and bloody needles.

Straight up hats

and pointing staves

the sonar of bats

inside empty graves.

There is no walls

neither waterfalls

A gold stained tooth

in a crooked shady face

speaking the truth

of a far far far away place

A flock of vultures and their laughter

stealthily announces

the last of them to come, disaster,

that'll erase masses.

Left alone in the middle of somewhere

a bright winged pigeon

will lift his beak to speak a fraction

of left blank space in the universe.

I carried them in a large, brown sack,

but the more I walked with them, the heavier they got, 

weighing down on my back, dragging my feet into the dirt,

The pain cut through me like glass, until one day I could no longer walk.

A girl found me and offered me her hand,

I'll take some, she said, hoisting them onto her own shoulders

and as we walked together, the pain wasn't so bad.

As the days went on, she gave me some to her own to carry, 

I took them, glad to help, but the bag became too heavy again,

and soon we were both struggling to walk.

Then one day, I stopped, and I threw my bag to the floor,

I opened it up and I pulled the worries from its depths,

and quickly placed them into several balloons,

sealing each one before my worries could escape,

and then...I let go.

And I watched as they sailed far away.

sight seeing with a far sighted prescription is pretty easy, but don't come near me. it seems like my heart is a little too empty. we all try to reach for the stars but they're as far away as our hearts in this world where murders and sadness are the only highlights at night as the newsreels tear us apart. we read words from our peers about black lives and the particles of matter, about space gunk and space ships and angry martyrs. we're all parts of the same species but we're all different colors. i guess we're all members of different speakeasies. well how about we all get drunk together? we can chew on our cigars and destroy our bodies as well as we're tearing our nations apart. we are the same but we are so far apart. it's easy to act like we're united but you are as far away as the mind of the woman who lost her son to the hand of an angry cop. we all matter but we all act like we're the dearly departed. what i mean is that none of us care but we love writing and tweeting and posting our thoughts, and... you know we're all lazy. we can join in the march but what good are we doing if we're not changing our own hearts? don't act like you suffer with those who are suffering if your skin is as pale as the white page upon which i am writing. stand up in solidarity but do not speak from experience because my experiences are simple in comparison to lifelong suffering. black lives matter and that doesn't mean mine is worthless. we are all worthwhile because we all have souls within our depths that run through each of our body parts. please open your arms and soften your heart. help those around you, whether you're near them or further than the farthest star.