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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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.