Big Mistake 2

I expect the delayed.
In a cost of form and matter. I, in turn, am reborn. Enlist the need for the beauty. Engage the despot from the riches. Envelop the true from the truant and stage the maker to hold wrath by the back. I expect pulse through the rhythm to embrace love by the neck. In meter where words explode as a symphony there lay meaning in how we trace noise by the window. Where we drew our hearts in our breath and held mute for the moment to engage as fear for those intact.

Who lays exposed on the surfaced.
Build your city and just burn it away.
As fire stays pent and apathetic
Entranced as moths to a flame.

Broken wrists can write fragments of letters which bleed ink to the maze of your veins
Base toxins with hearts and their lock picks. So I can break in and sleep soundly for days

Big mistake 1

I heard laughter in the back room after a long kiss goodnight. Darling your eyelids are dreaming of meeting and I'm dying to let you be still from heavy breathing. If only there was sunset, now would be time to sleep. But dreaming without meaning keeps madness unresolved. So I'm sleeping without meaning as I hurt the ones I love. As night times' blanket turns children into morning's orphans I speak soft words, take value in motion. As night time's widow leaves quiet men in portions. I'm starving for another place to rest my heart. call it an even score unsettled and fettered as truth is alarming.