Ego

me em
I could do this with you
uoy htiw siht od dluoc I
and somehow make it by
yb ti ekam wohemos dna
we see,
em fo owt eht
with massive ytiralc
our udneittiendu being
divided but wh0le.
I know myself as I understand me
and loving my own profundity.
!ees nac I
...eb ot lufituaeb os
I sigh with me.

Symbol

We all have a face
a face lighted by the moonlight
as by glowing fire.
This face is what we become,
the world marks as it wishes.
We become what marks it.
Love, lies, lifted light
stray on the braces
of our far gone faces.
We can cut, suture, or bind it.
Nothing can change it.
Only we become it
in a fit of transformation.
the higher planes will not relent,
in keeping this secret
bound from those of us in dissent.
We change these planes
to become more
by marking out the faces entirely.
Becoming lighter in entirety.
Don your masks
mask it out.
Hate your fate
as so to change it.
Do it. Now.

The ideal woman

Who is she?
The girl with the full lips
Daunting hips,
With whom takes your imagination on an endless lusty journey.
She taunts me, licks her lips in
satisfaction at her great prowess,
laughing at my futile attempts to
procure your affections.
Oh she angers me.
For your choice is least resistent to the soft gloves she uses to
manipulate your wanton will.
She's a bitch you know?
Do you care? No.
When you see me
you watch the fly on the wall,
a disgusting atrocity!
Even though you know
Deep down, inside,
I'm all you'll ever need.
It's a fear you'll never hide.
She's a figment of an ideal you will tire of.
She is not blood, she is not bone,
she will not care if you don't come home.
But if one day you choose to love only me,
In my heart you'll find her, where she really wants to be.

The Dock and the Full Moon

Let this moment lapse
like so many others before it,
and let it not be wasted,
but multiplied with great love.
Let this moment hit the
waves of my soul,
causing it to stride and
slip over the cautious
capabilities of my character.
Let it never forget the
being it touched,
With much oblivious escape.
Let this moment patter
over my darkened skull,
bend my fibrous brain,
and allow it to break my chains.
With great abandon and
senseless awareness.
This person is not affected
by the dings and mechanical
music of masquerading idealism.
But by moments that smash
through my optimal defenses.