dancing somewhere in between the birds and gophers
not that you have the ability to defy the difference of a yellow jacket and laughing orchid

Harvesting the sweetest of syrups, allowing oxygen to be an option
not that your reckless reign would resent, but most definitely not acknowledge

and "Of course," not for granted
while still listing the glamour of glory

although your misconceptions may not roll off the tongue
they stand firmly in the creases of your canvas

a palette assuring absence of scheme in its lack of rhythm
      fooling the fish fixated on such nicely narrated notes

rather retorted to fix the fucked
Preferring to possess the mastering of the massacre of male kind
always being less profound than the previous

Dancing on the lines you define as reality
while I swoon with the sweetest of tinctures

so Tell me why torture tastes as timid as your tongue
because even a surplus on stock
is never enough

Bathe me in your insanity
I have always kept as company prior to your arrival
and swim into the Sea, I know so well

-C.C.  

Green meets Grey

she morns for her Mother
who rests with the sheep perfectly perched
in the greenest of gardens

And then there is Papa
who seems to be tangled somewhere in the hedge
unable to admire the roses that float upon the weaving sea of green

the bees don't sting like the books define
the garden may have tried telling you so
but even then, Mothers mouth was always louder

whispers of the sun stay true
because for her compromise does not exist to be company

altering the Laws of Life you preached until convinction
that end up as empty in the manner they were introduced

woven together, still two seperate parts
comfort not from the tulips, but the Red Rose who calls help from the start.

-C.C.

Thistles and Nettles tangled into mothers tulips
she asks for politely

Bricks of the sea, housing the heap,
reminding me of the color that dances before she dies

Cry, cry... My darling Laila 

orchestrate the truest of tones 

which you define in the day, and shun in the night 

Shine, my Laila... look inside 

for there will lie what is always bare

Lovely Laila, let your arms down

          or forever flood in fields of flowers

-C.C. 

Awareness doesn't declare rationality

Certain powers declare more attention than others 

Yours seem to be unavoidable

and now acknowledged,

                                   so inescapable 

I think I like it

More than I hate it 

        that's a first

And I'm not scared 

         that's a second

Something I listed on 

         "Things I Hate Deeply:"

 now offering the very sense of fulfillment  

when the specific, special certain dosage  

was aquired 

 then alchemized upon introduction 

The universes first encounter with this specimen, 

as well 

Tales told, time over time 

Experienced only once in the naked flesh of the eye

-C.C. 

Feeling loved,

                      radiant.

something like a night under the Pacific's playful skies

    Electricity as kinetic as can be

A war they both love to play,

The reason we call them "wars." 

 hatred that effortlessly impacts what you call your "well-being."

"Love."

Is this why it is also titled pain? 

Willingly ignored torture?

    inescapable or weak ?? 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight 

Mango realms developing a patterned pace 

coming near the tableau set by the broodiest of female species who seem to mark the start and end of when my soul is able to once again meet with the brightest of stars known to man, and the eclipse that seems to unfold while still being persistent every time I find a way to be so as well

. I will wait,

   she is inescapable.

she always comes back. 

I will wait

Cause the good things, the Best things

in this life are not free. I'm not sure what you've heard, to be honest

now Spend 10 minutes with an impatient being

Really impatient

Suppose skittish 

Well, cause yes that is a well accurate representation as to how I perceive your actions that have now become what your muscles who appreciate rhythm have become accustomed to

-skittish 

I can hear your unsound mind, without having to assess this situation any further 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

The most malleable component to life only exposed to a certain tribe that lays hidden upon mankind, 

  but Always there

Playing with this component 

She is a friend, the best of them all 

once the line is broken 

All boundaries disappeared, all barriers lifted

And for those who run from its defiance, because for a being of that breed there is no greater stress than as to when this component decides to completely run out.

Endings. Oh.....

What a funny old friend to now call the sweetest of company. 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

...... 24 hrs everyday........

Go do something about it. 

You are here

Now. 

So be HERE, 

     now.

  And everyone knew 

But not how 

  but because it was Impossible not to acknowledge 

Silent but deadly

 approachable still unattainable 

"sweet as sugar, cold as ice."

Get stung once, chosen poison for life.

a potent passion

offering a heavenly float 

Before sinking you stirdy 

  salvation sitting sweetly atop your now turbulent tide

-C.C.