Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i've been around.
that's what they say anyhow.
posting to a thread called '30 poems in 30 days' on literotica. so, i've actually done quite a bit of poeming. 99% shit, but still. i keep the gears greased and try not to write about the pnw, anymore.
thanks for asking, texan.

winter settles in, the cold has only been here for a month now by a miracle of nature the thaw has started within; my blood flows again turning from bleak blue to that red full of lifestuff as i breathe you in this long cold season began last spring hunger knotted my gut auto-cannibalism felt like ...

collective narcolepcy
keeps me from dreaming
all those delicacies
that feed my mind in waking times
vanish at a call to
the unconcious
a timeless black place
coming and going at a
constant rate
keeps me from succumbing
fully, a nitche sublime
cross every line again
for you.

wreckage of the future
knows no bounds, i found
out seventeen more reasons
to forget everything i knew
self imposed amnesia
a convienence of illusion
on that horizon calls me
like i'm late for dinner.

destroy your house and everything in it atlanta's sweet memoirs fair weather and birds of a feather speaking in tongues and lamens terms the only way i comprehend anymore is destiny to go in reverse and have a round of deja vu the blue kind, maybe my new mind set in stone will free me of my past .....

karma is a dish
best served raw
i'll eat it up
greedy as my
prolithic pain
ebbs and flows
rolls up and over every
peak and valley
of my ill form.

good to see you miz jude. been a long time.

a lovely fuck flower bathed in a glow of radiation hallucinogens let me make my amends and burn black cancer right through to the center a perfect appetizer astbestos atrophy imbedding my trophy of sin just under rotting charred skin ugly wild hunger yearns to feed on you a pleasing parasitic confl...

sunken eyes watch me fade into the backwoods, got you on backorder time is slower than death silently i eat away at those soft parts of self surrounded by this all encompassing thing all around me and so stealthy my thirst for more grows and swallowing pains me i will bleed myself of the all for the...

i feel as though my words are misconstrued.

here is the original of my poem.
the illustration may make it clearer.

remains of a day
and a blinding glare
pulling my eyes
from the object
a subject otherwise
commanding my
attention
demands
made upon myself
fall short again
and lack a deep
blue depth
inept and regretful
of the play money
i misspent in
your youth.

hi there 7...

make myself at home in the warmth of your throat internalize while outing discomfort melts into nothing only relief is left as you feed on me my need you meet complete and complacent my will alligned with the god of my misunderstanding the fact understated this thing, underrated belief and reality ...

thanks much.

yeah, its just like that.
burning me
inside out baby,
til smoke comes
out my nose
and i'm a
lusty dragon
snorting and
pawing
til i can
sink my teeth in
to you.

speaking writing in code pressing my tongue to the ridged roof of my mouth as i strain waiting for that one perfect word to roll on out i don't pick up roget when i'm here so its never pretty and oh so limited but we both know what it means when i say passion me baby a just muse whos starting little...

perfect
urgent
loveitman.