Blinded, I navigate,
Through valleys, over mountains,
Across ridges and rivers,
Meeting the painted sidewalk,
Blind, I navigate.

Words

I ate it. Guzzled weightless tons. Tasted its beauty on the crescent ridges of my tongue. I felt its eloquence. Something astronomically sweet creased my forehead with a squeeze of this, and this, and this and a tint of its mature. An intellectual science conformed to a plateau uniquely versed. You and me, we connect congruently to form the perfect verse. Beautifully.

Penny For Your Thoughts

Each morning I rise, orchestrate my eyes through a foggy window.
Slip on my socks and shoes, instruments on my routinely tempo.
It's never simple but never say never cause never is ever simple.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

Simple truth would suffice.

There are not enough words available to describe this feeling. Encyclopedias and dictionaries can not clearly manifest a meaning in a mirror of juxtaposition. I, often find myself in positions deep beyond the depths of definition. In positions along the frontlines of resistance suffocating every diction. Some, assimilate to what is fiction because the mathematics is easy but if you put 2 in 2 together, it's not 4, it's still ONE. Instead of truth, they steal one, opportunity to know. One, opportunity to grow, to unfold a road encompassed by a series of inconveniences told. We, fear to be bold, sheltered within the make-up of our pro-created chromosomes, sophisticated monotone, to each his own. I've grown, adapted to evaluate the stitches sewn to the infiltrated garments of my knowledge. Some grow grim to the thought of honesty but honestly there is no harmony surrounding when the ambiance is radiated by dishonesty. So tell me the damn truth! Tell me about the insatiable flavors you crave for. Tell me about the vivid tenderness your heart desires. Tell me what it is your mind fluidly connects congruent to your soul. Tell me about the moment you learned you harbored another soul. She's pregnant, damn, first time I ever felt this..

Shine light where there is darkness for those that show bravado. Treat your, eternal soul like you would an inamorata. Dig deep internally within the mind from deep inside ya. Strive, stay true to self, vivify the things provided. Live your life to make mistakes and overcome you can survive it. I've seen people stumble, but they rise, stronger than ever before. With more experience to move forward.

Late Night Cinema

Let the waves caress. Let the finesse of, frequency teleconnect me, to you. Let every verb, noun, adjective, simile, analogy, pronoun, adverb coalesce this bridge to, interconnect me, to you. Now, with all due respect miss, please do not take offense when I say, I, just wanna have sex, with your mind and thoughts collective. Til we both come, intellectual. So yes, you can buy me a drink. Get me a crown and a coke back. I hope that you can control and not let these spirits take over, inebriate ya soul cause I'm, loving the language levitating luminously from the center. Your verbal is picture perfect superfully massaging a message into a purpose. Communicated your aura, your smiles bring butterflies and makes me nervous. I've only known you for an hour, 60 minutes, 3600 seconds, but where I'm at time is not the essence. Time is no restraint on this plateau embodied by perfume. All that matters is not the mass of matter or the mathematics but the relativity of matter gathered within the palace of ya mind and soul. I find the sole reason for this collaborative is cause we've figured that the answer, is not in the back of the book. What is vocally expressed multiplied by interest to the power of intellect cannot be found in any book. Oh what if it were all so simple and yet, the most basic is overlooked. We are often shook by the notions that are held by the, indefinite self. But with you, myself and we, breathing is effortless, yet this path is overwhelmed by overcast feelings of, infatuation. Many things I've not evaluated. The circumstances situated pave an opportunity for me to indulge in the beauty of the way your lips embrace thoughts. Your, speech is an art. A supermodel connoisseur of fine expression. We can exchange verses til the dark alleviates as symmetry bursts over horizons. Til we, fall asleep to the synchronized rhythm of heart beats illustrated deep beneath the canvas. Til canaries and robins, blue jays and cardinals catalyze melodic orchestration. Til I realize it's half past nine, I'm late for work, I gotta go but thanks for the conversation.