Every man is a living mystery waiting to be discovered:
In her eyes I smell the fumes of intrigue.
Belonging breads longing.
Desire swirls like a black hole of lust,
Be careful of radial motions,
The sinking waves hypnotizing and teasing.
Her frame gives me a preview of ecstasy,
The anticipation stacking layer upon layer.
The struggle is guaranteed, the climax is not.
Cruelty and pleasure intertwine in the depths of tension.
Both hands tight we grasp the past
The drug of nostalgia never lasts
Loosen that grip on old times
Else your happiness
You forever resign
Stitching together like lighting and lead
Intruding on a fragile head
Firing all broken synapses.
I pledge allegiance to me
A creature full of possibility.
To protect and serve this mind
So that control is always mine.
One duration under God
Live, die, and applaud.
A short poem about flowers. Enjoy! – Barry
We were just two dumbass kids who collided on the intersection of loneliness and melancholy. The crash brought the beautiful tragedy of romance. I enjoyed bleeding into her wounds for a time. Eventually we had to decide on the way to go. In the night, she fled without a whisper. There she goes driving away with my heart. There she goes.
Keep your insecurities quarantined from my ambition.
Lest they containment my indominable will.
Keep your desperation secluded away from my rendition.
These are my dreams, not yours to kill.
Not whole: Broken – Barry
You don’t need me,
A liberator remains prisoner in your false portrayal.
Change frequently promised, but never executed.
Fed not by growth,
Instead digesting stagnation.