Le Proof....

Often as I have quoted the same
There is a cure to bursting pleasure,
it's sporadic remains.
a sensation to cease
a stab of a pain
but numbness,
 a curse beyond mundane.
wince and write off,
in a 'whence'
and then with a sly
I wrote in a nudge
to all fowl cry.
"tell me(if at all there exists), the antidote
to Novocaine"

Love perverted
Lust,Greed, Gluttony

Love deficient
Sloth

Love malicious
Pride,Wrath,Envy

and yet yo say you say
not absolve of Love?

Love redeemer
The penance for all these love,
 hold it to virtue
without the sins above?

Love not despised
is love left untouched
Not a virgin
but a whore
off her path .

The vacuum under the large suction cup of life, is that what has become of me?
A vanishing trail of a virtual life, under illusions of scattering light's disparity, that is all that I can see.
I am afraid, what has become of me?

The Condensation on the Glass Walls.

In the veil of the pouring waters, everything drenched, and the mossy ground thawed from the showers swooped into a muddy whirlpool as the water gushed through a hole, there was no ground below my  feet, it was melting away into an abyss and I walked on it , steps firmly rooted in a nebula . I stepped into a puddle, the water cold and filthy washed at my feet with a splash that reverberated my thoughts. My eyes had been stalking a figure in that downpour, a hazy figure, appeared in white near the blue glass walls, it traced my glance,met me in the eyes and then like a the condensed haze on the window pane it was all removed by a sudden sweep. I conjured the haze.. The lucidity of a glass wall never alarms, is like a monotonous pain after you have pressed your self against it in an attempt to walk through, illusions and haze arise and then fall leaving a twitch of agony. Hope leads to hallucinations and despair is a counter drug. Which one of them is the poison?   

I am Leaving.

Take my eyes and look at me now, the last time you'll see me.
I am going, vanishing at the light frames, vanishing with all sounds and names, vanishing with all that I said, vanishing in dark or light's own tread.
A ghost disappears, such false existence,
a whiff, a chaff , a gnawing rodent.
 despise , I despise,
I'll leave nothing behind
yet everything behind.
and in a lost claustrophobic being
rests closed contempt,
and contempt needs no space, no place to grow,
I despise, despise, I leave behind,
but contempt will not seed, as I throw.
It fissures in from cracks in me,
a growing pain is a remedy.
it flows , it flows, it brims out.
charring flesh like lava's spout.
the skin I never had to wear,
the skin at which I gnawed to tear
and the bones that are full of a restless fear
the flesh that needs fire to douse
it all has to disappear.
You keep my eyes,
the last of what you see me as.
I am leaving.
they have seen inside, you and me,
and insight to you and me,
a hindsight to you and me,
not a foresight for you and me,
I leave behind
I bequeath, a world that I had to see,

A marvel at which I could flee.
my eyes have seen it inside out
and I hope they impair none about
your sight, your flight,
your varied dreams be
fragile as they were meant to be.
A face that masked the better
I set alight,
and my eyes did glitter
at another face that steals in the wood,
and let you know the ghosts in the hood..
I am leaving, forever,
a long long time
and if the route of your still crosses mine,
I plead, keep my eyes,

see me as I am,  I was, I were, I seem.
My eyes also enclose a dream.
keep them, don't frown at them
don't laugh at them
don't cry at them
I have lost you,
I'll find me
my eyes with you.
I have your sight,
your sense
your sensations
My tears, I'll take from them.
I am leaving.
I have all I need.

The Poet Acts.

 It says it all.