planet x "secrets"i travel in circulation,monotone distance,with a sun in between(let me tell you a secret,that i am a new planetsent from afar)blurring colors togetherlike a polychromous skylining my phantasm(another secret is that ifly out of orbitgravity still can't capture me)imagining my secret soulbetween myself and my dreamso we connect once,(one more secret for you:if gravity cannot catch me,neither can you.)in a faraway land,called planet xwhere we are God.
i am a pebble beneath the wavei am a pebble beneath waves,(no boulder upon a beach)moving consistent beneath life,and watching the worldfrom indifferent standpoints,save for one.And wrapping my arms about you,isn't enough,I want to drink you in,(fill me to the brim)inhale your essence,(complete my soul)and follow your footsteps,(everywhere you go, i go)down every path you take.
The dance of he and she.Lover waits,in quiet opposition,waiting for her to come.Quiet sits he,as couples quarrel,within listening distance of him.Nothing says he,as minutes tick by,and she is no where to be seen.Nothing does he do,as pain sweeps over,those in proximity.No where can he go,as moments grow,listening for her voice.Actions he won't take,play out around him,in a sob, or a weep, or a cry.Movements he won't act,watching the stark white walls,with nothing but hope.Something he can't do,happens for him,in the action of child who let go.And then he knows,she is gone,he cannot wait,he cannot be quiet,he cannot go home,he cannot do that,he will never do that,he should never put her,to rest,out of thought,out of mind,out of life,out of spirit,forever.It doesn't matter,she is dead,she is gone,she is silenced,she is ascending,never to come back.He will remember,he will stay,he will continue,he will mourn,he will laugh again,he will love again,for her sake.Be
Someday He.Some day he'll come along,the man I love,sporting roses,chocolate,and a ring.Some day he'll come along,the man I date,with a tattoo,a guitar,and a different kind of ring.Some day he'll come along,the man I consider,carrying a career,an apartment,and questionable love.Some day he'll come along,the man I leave,coming with tailored suits,distant perfume,and a wife.Some day he'll come along,the man I cry over,supporting my life,my fantasy,and my backbone.Some day he'll come along,the man I marry,with kisses,and promises,and a tacky receptionist.Some day he'll come along,the man I cheat,with too much to do,too little time,and none for me.Some day he'll come along,the man I loose,with no vices,no faults,and being the man I wishI'd only got to know.
Twilight HourThe Twilight Hour(for the Twilight Hand Campaign)She whispers soft,sweet discords,of undying love,and steadfast recollection.Remembering the easy times,and the not so.Weather it isglinting golden eyesobsidean poolsor ruby rays of revenge,you can be assuredthat she is there,with he.And they are one,though torn apart,by worlds,and fantasies,and love,and hate,and death,and life,and souls,and the question ofreligion.And they are whole,even if a howling wolf,breaks betweento make three too many,and two too few.We wait,we watch,we anticipate,the breaking of dawn,from the herald of a eclipsed new moon,shattered then,from twilight.