A Mind in Motion

     The first time they filled the air around them had been on the battlefield as they crashed against one another from opposing sides. Blades sparked, skin perspired, muscles flexed and eyes devoured emotions bursting forth like clouds of chaos. Teeth rattled with their amor and words sliced where swords could not, but their hearts echoed in rhythm as they recognized a tether between them.      Through the haze of war, their Lust turned from Blood to Passion and their lips swore to meet again.      The second time was in the dead of night--the air so chilled their breaths billowed like ghosts as they met secretly beneath woodland stars. Shy lips were emboldened by the heresy they were creating, so they filled the cracks within one another--shaping and shifting Passion into Love .      The third time was a knife to the Soul for them both.       Fire danced around them, keeping them divided by the threat of torment and pain for their Desires . But they held their hearts open,

     I don't know what's going on,  I must have gotten' some bad shit, Alice is often a wrong hit.      All I see is breaking down. No queen for me, let her be, I'll take your frown without the crown.      No crows, no feet, no rabbit's teeth, A bottle of hearts, a mushroom tart,      Just a jar, and a game of cards. The walrus, the cat, a courtroom packed.      The Hatter promised, I'm being honest. I didn't know, I wasn't alone.      He said it was tea, just for me, But obviously it wasn't, it's very unpleasant.      I don't know what's going on, I must have gotten' some bad shit, Alice is often a wrong hit.

     The storm raged on around them, encouraging rolling waves to thrash about as if they were dancing to the torrent of emotions spilling across the distance Between Shore and Sea . Words whipped and echoed like arrows across the tides, inflaming sun tanned cheeks and pale skin with blood red passion.      It was to have been a simple affair--no heart and all body.      But as the being had come ashore in the dead of night what felt like a lifetime ago--and settled its charcoal eyes on a beauty carved from mortal flesh and bone watching the stars in wonder--it had felt a daunting pull that spoke of white hot heat and doom.      From that moment forward they had spun a web of Emerald Longing and Golden Wonder around themselves as their bodies twined again and again. By dawn on that very first morning they were unable to draw themselves apart, so they had stayed cocooned, nestled in a world of damp wood, soft sheets and the scent of sweat, dew and honey in the air.      It could n

     I've been digging my way out, so much dirt between my fingers, blood streaming down my face.      You'll be sorry for this, I guarantee it.      I will be the one to cast doubt, they'll finally see the true deceiver, and it will be the seal on your fate.      You'll learn repentance, I'll fucking see to it.      I can see your paltry face now, pretending you care with your false demeanor, the swaying of your rosary faking your grace.      You'll never know heaven, there are no demons in it.      There are crimes to take into account, even immortals must pay the holy reaper, an offering of sacrifice must be made.      So take head of the church bells seven, I'm about to start this shit.      Because I'm digging my way out, there's no more dirt beneath this revealer, no more blood in my way.      You'll be sorry for this, I guarantee it.        I will be the one to cast doubt, they'll finally see the true deceiver, and it will be