Mr-Biscuits808

Here I lay in bed Staring at the stars The waves are breaking And the rocks are marching To the sound of quilting Lots of quilting in the trees Ladybugs are screaming Cursing the names of poets Ripping wings of themselves And eating roaches The ground is moving Changing colors I think I'm getting sick Too much wine Or a head full of shit This path is frightening But attractive at times I just wish the clowns would shut up.

What to do What to say What to know What to leave out What to bring in What to imagine How to control it Or let my mind free To write on these pages So many thoughts So few words So little time So little effort.

The wind blows across the land, Thoughts turn in his head, Across the oceans into the sand, The man makes his bed. A journey to the unknown, An adventure to be seen, Yet he is alone. A great burden he is to see, A victory not to be, Troubled times lie in wait, But all he has is hate, Will there be salvation? Will he have a reputation? The story has just begun. Till then he'll have some fun.

I look around and see strangers, Those I think I know are different to me, I'm confused more each day, I try to meet others, I don't find a bond, I feel alien, A stranger in a new world, A brick among stones, A traveling man, New faces soon forgotten, Wandering among the cities, Learning new ways, I am a stranger.

I dream of the day our lips touch My warm breath down your neck Your body shivering beneath my touch My hand cuffs your waist. You want this and more The heat from your body draws me closer Your bosom against my chest. My whisper sings in your ear Your anxious hands on my clothes Pulling my shirt off My hands rip yours away Pushed against the wall You moan in excitement You reach between my legs Passion and vigor Lustful worship Body on body Flesh on flesh Sweat on sweat We become one.