I saw the faces cast in stone...ragged images of convoluted reality... for pleasure, amusement, so-called healing. And with tears and pain the  faces danced, sacrificial homage to the need, exorcisim of the imperfections deep chiseled in granite, and oh how they tumble each from the  other, chipping and crumbling as they embrace.

 I saw the faces cast in stone...eroded masks of fading realities worn smooth by time, glow with the strength of a wisdom that scars in healing,  that scars with dignity and strength. 
 

obsessive thoughts
of salty skin
obliterate reality
with need
pure need
that makes body ache
for touch
empty eyes...
empty soul
empty depth
of long ingnored passion
scream in rage
weep in desire
I am empty....fill me up....
 

Mental hand..reaching out...stroking letters... slender tentacles of thoughts....
wrapped in bleeding needs.. empty air...empty screen...
Needs always stay.....full needs

Heart..... a large waterpail.. wanting to be filled
Wanting ......aching for something... for the music of symphonic words..

The sound of the  dream mist is music in my ears... the swan song is even smelled
each want..piles on the top of a need
the need...never leaves

I need a break from me.. fom my crippled mind...... from the constant debates
from the pain of too many attempts...

Words..real words.....not cyber mush... food..real food
Conquering lonely expeditions....... to a mouintain peak
I seek.....
I seek...
I truly seek...

Stretching..gasping...my life slipped through fingers and time..
strength a failure.......
Knowledge just gasoline for the fire

Life....Mocking in desperate seconds...
Twisting tentacles of past shrouded visions of comprehension......
Life a desert storm that obliterates all....
Then re-creates anew
Life gone before.... me....only just me..
feed panic.... fevered....
I seek
I seek
I truly seek...........

Afraid....fearing my reactions....... reach out.......burn skin
through rusted fragments of armour... time worn thoughts ..skin...bone

skin needs contact...... life needs renewal.....
but we still cry..............

strength by weakness... in the touch of shelter.. trust a terror..gripping soul..
reaching out ..groping in darkness... eyes blood red... hip crippled....

stolen thoughts pulled like magic.. for display...amusement...
for relief...
illusions best left...to puzzle... and smile in solitude...
and yet the need stays...
and I seek
I seek..
I truly seek

instead we prod..theorize... analysis of essence...
expose.. beyond light and shadow..
combat need with boneless intelligence

what future holds when birds flown from clouded veils of novelty
no longer mystify...?
and truth will start to shine like a new morn

and still I search...
I seek
I truly seek
 

When eyes do not see...the mind grows without prejudice.
 

and we dance within this circle of madness...masks cast to to the flames of hope..each spark a becoming...each burning ember a release..
 

a cry for the breaking of a new dawn...a weeping for the gathering dusk of an ageless night...we live, feel....become. Each deviant pause carrying us ever closer to the errant existance of whom we seek...of whom we seek to become.
 

is madness so horrid that we should not embrace it....could we not find our salvation perhaps in the arms of the madness that is always accepting when none others are.....?

there will be no darkness here ....only the pure white light of understanding born of the dance of the mad....the music of the insane.  poems sung by those cast out..sweet enchanting melodies of life...of passion too deep...of feeling to strong to bear....