Brown-Eyed Devil, Catalyst of Dreams

And yet, she robs me in my time of sleep. I leave all weight in the past, and yet she plagues this man, if I can even dare to call myself that. To no ends is she ever satisfied to leave me be. Why did we connect in such a way? I thought that ship's hull was blasted and what we had now rests at the bottom of the deepest darkest sea. But when I wake at night from her company, my suspicion states otherwise. I have had desire, in more times than once for others, but nothing has struck this heart quite like this menace has! Forevermore, will i be entrapped in her iron grip?

Please, oh God Almighty and powerful, release me from these stakes, i can take the restraint no longer! I pray to the devils to take her back to wherever she came. Please oh please, just let me be! The weight from this anguish is more unbearable than any fruitlessness from any existing tree! It is more mistaking than any misdeed to date, and even more forthcoming than any pain that i have yet to face.

Why did i let you, parasite, take residence in my soul? You know the code, can gain access to any port. Fucking wretched beast! Putrid decaying mess! Fleeting and wrecking rest, fore bearer of all that is reeking of distress-Me. This. Alone, without you. Forlorn without your arms, chest, torso, legs, and head. Your body and mine. Happiness becomes illusive, fleeting, when ever my attention is diverged to the likes of you! Curses!

Please, dear of past-devil that is lasting, return to me what is rightfully mine-Please give back what is frightfully divine-Love. And i do not ask for the time spent on you, that is far too much to return. I simply wish for closure to sleep at night.

*****

When Orion departed this season, I feel as though he pointed me in an interesting direction-Towards treachery. This is a direct challenge, a test of my good faith and optimistic will. It is a direct warning to stray not at all, not in any very minuscule amount, from the edge of a knife on this open field of life before me.

Correct. This challenge is mine to take. Accepted. Orion now lowers the tide; temptation and distractions now have more places to reside and more angles for diverse approach. Friend, skilled hunter from above, you are a dangerous fellow, and this is why i choose you above all to watch out for those who would attack from behind.

The seasons change, but no desire flees. Indignation of mind sets in, and it becomes ever more trying to breathe. Suffocation is marginal, because i command the skin to take in more oxygen-Breathe. There will be no death here tonight. Relax.

*****

And then what he seeks cannot be found; not here and not in this time. The will of the forsaken, yet despite the plight of momentous barriers, carries onward. The silk of skin and hands intertwined is only a resting place, because the real work-all desire in all forms, comes from a certain aspect of approach. The nature of seeking is to discover and uncover new ideas-From these, thoughts and change. What he seeks will be found soon enough, but only a portion of the knife's edge will be revealed here. Step back as carefully as possible dear friend, but move quickly and do not even hesitate to look back. Everything you need is upon you, at all times and places, with the exception of this pen-even then, we all knew you were not meant to write what you thought then onto paper. Disintegrate...

Here is the consumption of mind, unable to stop; Euphoria in its most desirable state. Fists rise up and touch the ceiling, the time is coming and it approaches quickly. Squander through the forest, move quickly as to not be seen on the floor clearing! And then despite, the python will strike in the tropical sun. Destiny and desire disintegrate: all that is left is futility, the feeling consuming most of this life all the time. Transition! Rebirth!

My friend, as an egg he waits. He waits to hatch. He waits. When the time and place are just right, he will thrust his beak at the perfect angle. Then, the shell cracked and pecking life was exposed-Festering. Waiting.

Will sleep come? Inevitably.
Will i wake? Undoubtedly.
Will She be there...? One may hope not.

*****

Listen now folly heart, hear now to my demands: open your pitiful eyes and see the cloudless sky cover and splice in half. Directly down the middle, a sick sort of catalyst will emerge. Noon time will follow the Moses-wrecking split in clouds with a hellish glow from above, where no shadows will be cast. Dust and dirt will fall from above, scatter and cover all existence. From sleep, in dreams you will heed such commands-Freeze yourself and watch what comes forth! Emergence of these fire starters will bring the world of dreams much toil, and the police of the land will panic, babies will wail to no end, and the sea will prevail; all bodies of water comforting the fall of all devils who fail to fly. No shadows will be cast.

Oh Father,
Dear Mother,
When will the chance to rest finally come again? Orange-azure fuck to grey; the petulant need for air follows immediately.

"Can't you ever be serious? People are suffering and dying here!"

Simply, Move on and forth. The wings and horns were covered by your clothes, and when i stripped them from your body, those brown eyes glazed my mind-Rotting to fucking nothing, a time consumed mass controlled by the strings of a puppeteer. On you beast, the comfort i gave you and the passion i received. I thought i could help, this pure mind not to be effected by devilish schemes! Why me? Why lock that gaze onto the likes of me?

I thought I made you melt, you fucking priss-I thought you loved as i did.

Wrong again.

Shoulder sink to chest-

Taste that sensual warmth,

Shudder to no end!

Feel perspiring flesh.

Using my body to subdue the mind-

Moan, scream from heart and lungs

Pierce everything that i have!

Sink your teeth into my porous skin, my neck,

Suck me dry tonight.

Goodbye.

*****

Orion sleeps again, leaving me to contest with this head-Mind, ego, and soul; all as one, with or without this body and heart to direct physical direction or circulation of blood and thought.

The cycles never sleep; ever moving, ever changing. Persistance leads on. In one year i have seen so much but have not felt enough.

So here i am.

This body strains from a virus i care nothing of. Besides physical limitations, i feel it not at all. The cavernous dark and wet wipe all doubt from my mind. The heart can do miraculous things when in it resides bats, eyeless fish, and various layers of stratum and sediment. All that can find no other place to run off like water resides here-unseen, swelling with anguish, and waiting.

She will have time to show her face, and i will vanquish her. No hesitation. Her earthy eyes will plead and her smooth arms will swarm her circumference with protest.

And i will be rid of her.

And i will smirk.

Then i may return. I can once again meet the beauty of cerulean. The cellaret of my heart may now truly contain worthy intoxicating vices, and i will welcome the comfort of mother moon and sister stars, for a time. I swear, by the time of next Orion-rise, I will be rid of that Brown-Eyed Devil, catalyst from the caverns of heart and dreams.