Fields of midnight(for those in wait)

 I can feel you out there past the border, the limits.
You wait out there and worship me for some reason.
Am I your Magus? your indistinct light bringer?
Your will to follow me, hidden in the deep changeable chasms of your psyche.
Am I not just random? Not just a piece of fiction dreamed up...
 to combat a difficult day behind those crinkled brows of yours,
 that call me down from my hilltop throne?

Well no, you've seen my words pass over the earth,
 like I myself used to back in the day.
Silent and invisible, unseen even.
 You wait out there in your places.
You seem to want to seek me.
 The answers I give you might shock you.
Turn your stomach and make you question your loyalty to me.

Inevitably you'll see as you disappear and sink back into your mundane existence,
 that I forked the truth.
 Like the snake tongue,
 Like my finger running along those hundred scales.
Hell like my stomach growling with the snake's twelve hungers.
And lets go now to your hunger!
I Placed the fork in your mouth with the food on it,
 the food you begged for,
without penetrating soft skin!
Didn't I?
No more, no less.
Yet painted with the colors of a demon, I am!!!!

If this was sustenance to you,
 surely you wait by the fence,
 where the rest of the cattle dare not go, Why do you dare?
You wait there to get a better view of me.
A better view of the creature or the so called magus some of you out there call me,
Where the grass is out of reach, plenty, long and juicy.
 The onlookers starve from the eyes as is the way of their personal purgatories.
 Running through them like an ebola.

Yet none of us here on this side of the fence, feast on that grass.
 My kind creates the cities of light, the spiritual cement.
 The progression of the ultimate dreams.
The physical greatnesses where one leaves the earth knowing they have had their fill...
 And given it too.

You see shadows pouring out of my lair, so you dub me evil
You see the world hang upside before it inverts into it's perfect order,
 so dub me the catastrophic.
The barbwire keeps you in,
 But I have made a hole big enough for you and the ignored ones.
So that you may mosey on over into this reality,
 before they sew it up with their low carbon steel.

Then you can stand before me and look me in the eye.
Share your truth and pledge yourself to mine. 
For truth is all I want from you.
The arousing crushing truth.

Midnight farm

 Their card game performed with straw
Dealing several cards onto my palm
Then a sprig of wheat settles there
In the palm of my hand parallel to the sun line
Making love on my hand flesh to the fate line

They deal the cards out
Strangely expecting me to accept every one
These hands collect but radiate the heat of venus
Deny the night it's cool
Deny the cards their open intrepretations

They have me seated here with them
Yet these hands of mine make me alien
In their presence, in their lantern light
They are distributing the cards
As I handle the midnight farm

Each strand has it's version

 We stood by the stream
Certain areas of the banks featured piled up rubbish
The water was clean enough
I had to see through her
Through the river
Through the woman

It was clogged with an aquatic plant
Exactly like long hair anchored on the riverbed
experiencing the flow of the river
Its varying tones of made it seem like-
Every strand was unique
Each one living it's own version

Ocean Cryptid

 I swim with this long tail trailing but also propelling
Boosting me through the water
So many teeth
I live under the rock of the busy coral reef

I lunge out to eat sharks
The water dirtied from the meal
Appetite so overwhelming
Jaws must close on flesh

Darkness falls
And i'm on the seafloor
Sinister lonely
An ancient ghoul

Hovering then settling
bathing in the darkness

Second half

 When you miss someone
deep in reflection
Mind refuge
The rope is cut

Threads untangle
Everything is severed
And yet the longing strengthens
Binds itself to memory

Conclusions rise up
Convince us to listen
heal those unsaid wounds
become a part of me, my second half

Steam off the spirit

 Steam off the spirit as it fries
Pouring off this pressure that vibrates
In this heat that intensifies
Unwilling to fade unwilling to dehydrate

Into solid mass
reversing from the gas
Overexcitement in equators and poles
Between frozen and boiling pools

The energy develops enters and exits.
Moving outward to feel for hands of destiny.
Are they there? do fingers fit?
Where is that blessed energy

Full sabotage

 Full Sabotage Ha Ha!

Grace in her, I try not to look twice.
The neck is subterfuge.
The heart wakes the stomach.
Full sabotage.

My head turns, and I survey her surface,
wondering what she is on the inside.
Twelve hungers spark through the center of me.
I am unknown to myself,
except for those damned hungers.

Eye contact rocks the heart.
I pray my voice box can utter
"Good morning"
in tune.

She has declared herself
upon the sandy emptiness of my city.
I forbid myself to worship her,
but a piece of me
is infected by her skin
and her gestures,
her complete and utter lack of awareness.

Will she breach dream before light?
Does she harbor emotion
within the sensual form
I see before me?