Habits, habits, habits
We all have them, habits
Nasty habits, hidden secrets
Motorcycle skeletons running rampid with bandits of volition
Nasty habits
Biting of nails, gnashing of teeth, serpent tongues and black cheek
Slothful habits
Ridiculed, imprisoned habits
Cowardly ways, habits
Addictions
Addictions, addictions, addictions
Addicted to habits
Cocaine, booze, hookers, lust, prison sex, green ash blown to dust
Wealthy armor, porcelain skin, fluid curves, glass on ice, beauty queen fleeting youth
Flickering channels run the gamut of absent consciousness, addiction
12 steps to freedom
Addiction to recovery
Placing formidable and socially accepted forms of addiction
Pretty pink tethered bows riddled on silver laden boxes
Opening the passage to the new friend of addiction
Obsession, obsession, obsession
Obsession
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Love. Obsession. Addiction. Habit.
Habits fashioned of pattern of comforting behavior
Addiction, an ally of the disheveled crutch to the breath of growth
A bandaged stitch to less likely desire of foes to change
Obsession, ruminating torture of man’s mind over habits and addiction
Self acceptance
Deceitful mirror reflecting awareness
The words are no more responsible than the weight and impact in which we so choose to assign
Love.
Love affair, lover, loved, lovely, lovelier, liar, habit
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Addict of affair, allure, love, addiction
Compulsivity, trauma, habit
Cyclical, obsession, new form and pose, love
Addiction, prescription of innumerable numbers
Obsession, only to find the reciprocal answers we seek in ourselves
Habit, dually noted
Self revelations
Addiction, addiction, addiction.
Accord of Proxy
Case of the Epochal Addict
The phone is quiet, the disconnect has occurred
Only noise clamors in my mind, scouring thoughts wondering where the answer lies
Soaked and rung out hearts on the line
Foolishness plays and taunts the mind
Trying to make strangers into friends
By becoming temporary lovers between sheets
Leaves the wheels to play tormenting tricks
Once infatuated concepts of found counterpoints
Take on new definition of clouded reality
My heart is with the longing of moments yet to be held
Only hours and hands left to collect the time
Pursuit of Intrigue
Colorful places with dreary faces
Walk and talk, worry and resurrection
Looking for refuge in masculine form
Labyrinth of walls and weaving doors
Lofty ambitions transform between sheets
Streams flow and run backwards
To wells that run dry
Loaded smiles, iridescent eyes
Navigation of unforeseen terrain
Midnight man with you comes the dawn of new day
Marked with careless precision
Behind masks of disappointment you hide
Abatement you take and make your own
The isochronisms of consuetude take new form
In distraction numbered by two
In part succumbs to the breath of life cycled to make anew.
The Monet
Bustled adulation stitched and harnessed with lofty precision
Corporeality seemingly rippling of progressing shades of specter
A paroxysm of incessant wonder
Preoccupations of chemical to organically shifted construction
Spectators observe movement, a grandiose sense of awareness
Languid spring warmth electric on skin
Fragrant winds break into childlike smiles
Splintering splendor highlighted by perfectly etched hedges
Creating verisimilitude and playful volley of adventure
Supernatural beauty, set forth in motion
Leave the light on, pull the plug on false footholds
Perfect pictures unveil finite portraits of culminating fibers
Giving way to the pinnacle of revelations behind names and fate of time