Satellites will not know my location.

So far from the ending
I find myself.
A future memory,
Of building my life.
Building it to a mold of another.

But on the inside
The beams of my heart break.
I expect to give so much,
With such little dignity,
Such an unwilling body.

Perhaps my cynicism corrodes
My otherwise cogent constitution.
Will these rafters collapse?

Will everything I've worked
to become, be destroyed
under the demolition
of my character?

I suppose the answer
only comes with the
Great mystery of choice
And circumstance.
Something only the greatest God
Can partially influence.

Light Into Dark

When the lights are shut off
And the brightness of day
Disappears into dusk.
The secrets of the flesh
Come alive and propogate.
Nighttime bedroom secrets are shared
On pillows of dark relief.
This is a wondrous hour
When treated with respect,
No man must ever use this in vain.
For his mind will reset upon the bright,
And all occult knowledge
Will disappear forever.
But when upheld,
These dark moments can bring
Pleasure forever, and no memory
Can trash what is retained if he so pleases.


Whereas she is always of the night
staring into darkness,
and knows home is made there,
as she makes her home,
in the comforts of being alone.
If only pure sunlight
did not petrify her,
and entered with calm diligence,
and the sun softly
glinted off her skin
in bountiful pleasure.
She would know the brightness of illumination
and sacred pleasure.
For only he can deliver,
and their world is torn between
the ultimate duality
and fight for darkness to become
of the light.
She will be the world
unto which he asks for his blessings.

Shadows of Me

The worst enemy is inside.
The darkest shadow becomes powerful with age.
When I find myself inside,
the depths of a disheartening me,
I'll know there is no better place,
than in the arms of this most
terrifying enemy.
When I say "I'll love him",
I say "He does not love you".
So to and fro
I will go,
between what I choose
to be real
and the endless potential of failure
than my other half propagates.

This choice we all must make,
to embrace the one we hate
within ourselves,
and calm our own unsteady seas,
or be forced to deal
with every unpleasantry,
our mind will readily refuse.