A Kiss by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

For a kiss in chaos, and how someone…. With a kiss…. Who is in love with you…. Someone, out there….

Someone, who really loves you…. With a kiss….

 

Can…. Calm life down…. A little.

 

 

A Kiss

 

 

 

 

Too be held is to die inside a vain that sucks life into a hellscape of life, without a knowledge of death breathing into hell to see the end of life.

To be found, that is why we seek ourselves at the end of the tunnel of hope.

To be discovered, that is why we seek ourselves at the end of the tunnel of fears

To be never found, we seek ourselves in a hell of confusion

 

And massive uncertainty to the future.

 

 

A fist full of spikes

Control placed on the avalanche of sorrow

Pouring over the tunnel of hope

Lost to be lost, never wanting to know what it was like to be found

To be given air…. To be given death…. To be given a breath

 

Wasted energy, to die trying to never see a death

 

Given well, given poorly without a hollow shell: we have nothing to fill

Where to go, where to go,

 

I can’t see where to pick my legs up and put them down

 

Where to go, where to go,

 

I can’t see where to put my own carcass down

 

Rest in a cave

 

The spring water puts me out

 

Crown of poison, king dies on throne with a spiked club buried in his head

Thoughts overwhelming concentration, thoughts overwhelming penetration

To his body, sexually deprived of lust

 

Lust in a flower on display of his corpse, reside in a hell of agony, without sex or a kiss

 

No kiss of thorns, lipstick shells are left on his sexual table of health

 

No kiss of thought, thoughts dead inside a kiss of a shell, used and sped up past a point of love

 

No love, the king is just a nothing of a hollow shell

 

 

The crown lies at his knees, wobbling and weak like a failing king in poor health

 

 

 

 

Dead in a Lover’s Bed

 

 

Pressed into a circle of trust, without the hands to support lust

 

Sex, wild and carnivorous, eating at the appetites that one lover can’t reciprocate

 

 

Nonsense, there is no sex drive to feel

 

A feeling of lifelessness, pushed into the ground’s water, an attempt, foolish, to get something like life back.

 

A feeling so deep, an island so gray and black, sand can’t splash over the waves if the waves can’t splash naturally over the sand’s black gray

 

The feeling of sex disappeared with what the waves laughed at when splashing

 

A man and a woman, dead in a lover’s bed

 

 

Sun Rabbit

 

The rabbit of cloth and black

Hides itself from a failing sun, that flows sky into earth

No sun to really see, a black cloak is the greatest defense

Against a soul that knows no light to speak of

A black coat, the greatest defense

When the rabbit has sex with itself and dies in it’s disguise

Crying to see the sun once more

A feel, the lovely glow of life

 

 

Fear Liquid

 

 

A faltering heart, put dense in a hand of one who knows how to use it well

 

Control, yes, control

 

Peace, yes, no peace

 

 

The heart is dripping something that is not blood out of the hand

 

 

It looks unusual, too strange to be human

 

 

An animal? No. Too scary to be natural.

 

 

A scary drip, the liquid to tears used to cry the heart into the hand, holding it too dense to ever try to let it go free

 

Crawl off like a grasshopper and find a room to lock itself in to feel fear, the life it had visions of, once again.

 

A grasshopper dripping something scary, not human, not animal.

 

 

A liquid of fear

 

 

The crying tears of holding trust in something that had none

 

 

So Lovely Pedestal

 

Blade of remembrance

 

Slicing effort to put us on a pedestal, above everyone we can look down on

 

The pedestal is Greek and solid

 

 

Underneath, the crumbling of our true selves

 

Dying where the pedestal is lying to be grabbed and taken away from us

 

 

A dying, solid and knowing it will end

 

 

When those below tear us off this pedestal

 

 

But with a so lovely hand, a young woman stays on the pedestal.

She can reach out and change the way life flows.

 

 

Life throne, in a sky

 

Looking out at the clouds

The life throne smiles at the mirror

 

What lets it see where the day passes

Violated, discarded

Blood from a hill

 

Is too much

To wash away neglect

 

Hanging off a hill, neglect is a stone

Of treasure

 

The body empties

 

 

The body empties

Where do I empty with it

 

The mountain is too high to make sense of

 

Help

 

 

Trapped door, no escape

 

The feeling of being locked inside a mind of hate

Blackout of pain

 

 

A miserable life

Can’t be cured

Never felt the body of a woman

Never felt the life, of love

 

Never had a life

 

Dead and deceased

 

Water has run out and is dripping,

Without love

 

A boy so hates life

 

 

The cow never knew how to birth itself into heaven

It only fell down, and down again

 

Ever time it tried to pick itself up, pick itself up

Time and time again

 

Time and time the cow failed to birth its child

 

The milk and cheese inside its intestines were a bad lactose for it’s life

 

Dying from the rotten cheese and spoiled milk, it sees itself die more slowly than it wished

 

 

Why did it never see the sun

 

The cow cries on its way to death

 

 

The grasshopper chirps and chirps in the night, but death was all morning brought to it

 

Death was a chore to hold it together, death was a chore to bore it from itself, when it failed to take off into the night

 

So, so poor grasshopper

Dead at its own morning of arrival, it could have seen sunlight

 

But this night was its only home

 

 

 

The black flow was a dime, shining and free

To float through the air without a consequence of defeat.

The air worked in its favour, and let it fly so freely

The air worked to hold it still, and let it breathe so heavily

 

But no heavy breath could keep its life in

 

The only thing dying on the inside was its love for its world

 

A sad tear, a single one that dripped out too fast to see where the star it created landed

 

A fast land, pushing the earth down below its feet

 

 

Where the tear dripped, the air know it had no place to go, anymore

 

So it simply stopped in the air, and died there

In the wind it had always so loved

 

 

Twisted Intestines

 

The intestines twisted around the body of the man, acrobatic and alive in feeling, he feels himself become so withdrawn on the inside of his body, hiding himself from his love

 

The feeling of helplessness, helplessness to death, as his intestines strangle him with his disguise

 

Putting on a show was death, and he doesn’t want to cry anymore about his failure of life

 

The sex of his intestines penetrates him

And he births a life that was much like his own, to live out his son’s day in fear of nothing to life

 

 

Sex was a medicine he used to keep himself from feeling sick: Now that his woman is gone, he has no choice put to perform a vasectomy on himself to keep his penis from being used, a lot

 

But his penis is a hanging mass of bone

 

Too erect to make any sense of, the direction it sticks is a mystery of life

 

Too erect to put down, the direction it sticks is too confusing to ever be sure about

 

So, the man simply cuts it off

 

He doesn’t want to have to have the life-like feeling

 

Of his erection

 

 

 

Open like a wound, the growling lion feels itself succumb to poison gas

A gazelle was inhaling, seconds before the lion took a hungry bit into it

Poison gas, natural made by the war of nature

 

Poison gas, natural made by the earth of nature, shown to be spelled as something that was not natural, when earth was cracked open and not put in its proper place

 

The gazelle defensive mechanism was a hell on earth for the lion; the male lion was choking on the smoke and poison, inhales in death and exhaling the life of sex and love,

 

Lost to a dead female lion which had tried to eat the male after mating, half black widow spider half safari, African female lioness.

 

Half betrayal, half instinct, the web she spun choked her to death as the male lion watched her in laughter.

 

The laughter of one who knew how to take the lioness out, but wanted to see her kill herself by her instinct.

 

A sorrow, he gave to her, a gift of death, of sorts.

As the gazelle’s poison takes route through his spine, he hunches over and feel himself go to sleep

 

 

While this male lion smiles within at this wonderful feeling he had never felt, in life.

 

 

Mommy’s Tummy

 

Mating loss, a lost mate to run free with millions of affairs and no sexually transmitted diseases

Mating gain, a gain to run free with a lost mate to put her on the right track to life of love, but the love is too confusing to her to understand why love would mean anything to her life.

Instead the other option is simply accounting for all her affairs, and making sure she is never to blame for getting herself pregnant a few million times

 

All the children in her stomach have to go

 

She slices her tummy off

 

The children of no love, run rampant, start crying at their new life

Mommy smiles at her army

 

 

A twisted neck, spinal stretch, from down to heaven to see where a young woman gets her cubs from

In her home of a place of gold and fur, she sits on her throne-loved couch and takes sips of her favourite sparkling wine

 

Soon too drunk to act properly, she wobbles to her living room, near her favourite couch of gold and fur

To do a dance before she dies

 

A dance that spreads to nowhere, the dance is a place of death, that she smiles ta as she embraces with her soft and gold hands, letting in air through them as she dies with a smile for her warm fireplace,

Keeping her spirit warm as she passes on

 

But what a truly waste of a lovely young woman’s life

Her life was so precious, her body so sexually virile

 

Her smile was a sun, and now the sun has passed away.

 

 

The winds of a cool world, so free without a self-doubt that they would fail at talking to their crush

 

The crush, they felt love hard for, a hard love that felt them pour themselves into a bottle of love

To open, but they over crushed it when they never showed their true colours to her

 

If only they would have been brave enough to show their true selves to her, she would have kissed them for her love, to them, for their crush, she saw in their love, for her.

 

 

Lovely, free, a spring of fate, as she kissed them and brought hem to bed with her, fun and sleep

So wholesome but innocent

She was pure and natural

She was unsullied and full of love for whoever confessed was her crush, so much water to pour into their bodies to make them feel alive

 

An erection, strong so she knows she is doing the best job she can

Her love making free and wild, she can’t help but smile widely at how much fun she is really having

 

Her lover, her partner, serious, as she laughs at them, wondering why they won’t join in the fun with her.

 

Staring into her crush’s eyes, she sees his erection through his eyes

As they, the other males who all have a loving crush on that young lady

 

Crowd her and kiss her

All over her extremely lush body, of girly love.

 

 

A girl, placed upon a shelf for possession for her boyfriend

He wants nothing more than to call her “his own”

 

If she wants to leave him, he’ll block the door

If she wants to kiss him, he’ll open up his cheek for her

 

Either way, he gets what he wants, while his girlfriend is imprisoned on her bookshelf.

 

 

Too high to get down from, it can be a real drag

To have to drag her up there again, after her boyfriend is done using her in his and her bedroom at night

 

The dusty book of her, used and used so many times, rarely closed by him, her boyfriend, leaving her open

As he wounds the inside middle of her legs

 

Realizing she was crying sadly with the other dusty books on the bookshelf, she wants to get out of her prison of love.

 

He seemed like a kind gentleman, when she had first met him, but now he

Is a ugly ogre, green and with nasty warts to her eyes

 

She doesn’t, she never wanted to give her body to an ogre; it felt horrible, knowing his green, warty penis was going inside and out of her

 

Infested with warts inside herself, she feels herself change into a demon she never wanted to be.

 

Her so colourful youth dead, I think it was time she realized

The girlfriend understood

 

She never should have been on an old, dusty bookshelf

 

 

The air is so slow, it grows without a lung to understand how her own body works

Help! Help! I’m air but my breath is purple! This is not earth!

 

I don’t know what I am, and no one can breathe me! I feel I’m

Dying without knowing why!

 

Help?

Can…. Someone please help the air life loves to breathe?

 

 

No.

No one can help you, air.

Die. Nobody likes you. I’m going to get rid of you.

 

I have a knife, but there’s no blade on it. How do I stab something I can’t see?

 

How do I get rid of air that swallows up my lungs and controls me? I need help!

 

 

Oh, so you have a lung? I have no lung, and I don’t understand how my own body works. Can you help me understand?

 

I think I feel sympathetic to you, but I have no idea where your body is

 

 

Really? But you wanted to kill me.

 

Ya.

 

 

Well, you know, you’re in my body.

 

 

 

I know I never gave him much, but he always videotaped me doing things I never wanted to show him.

I know I never asked him for much, but I never wanted to see him cry when he couldn’t live out his many fantasies with me.

 

 

So sorry. I just wasn’t comfortable with everything you wanted from me, you know?

 

 

Maybe…. You should have found someone else. I don’t know how much I can help you. You might be on your own.

 

Don’t worry.

I’ll make sure whoever it is, that they can fulfill your wild fantasies well.

 

Better than I ever could, when I was your lover, dear

 

 

I’m so sorry about that.

 

 

The whole size, too big to fit inside me.

Pull it out.

No.

I’m telling you, pull it out.

No.

 

Pull it out!

No.

 

Why…. Why?

 

This is punishment for you.

Remember when you cheated on me?

 

This is what I get? So cruel! You’re so cruel!

 

But you never minded that cruelty. In fact, you fed off it, yourself.

 

 

I…. I did, I must confess. But please, don’t force yourself inside me.

 

 

Too late. I’ve made up my mind. Enjoy, while I’m awake.

 

 

No! I refuse! I feel so much pain!

 

Wait…. It that a bad thing?

 

 

A bad thing? Do you suddenly want me to force your hole to be in pain?

 

 

I…. don’t know.

I’ve always liked it, when you hurt me.

 

 

Hurt with a chainsaw, a severed head that is still thinking about how to fall off-into a netherworld of death

 

It gives up on ideas at the last minute-it just stops thinking and shrugs itself off, putting blame on what it guesses was its death.

 

But the chainsaw was inactive, and turned off.

 

 

Too much thinking was the cause of why the head could decided how to escape into the netherworld.

Maybe it should have just

Stopped thinking about life.

 

 

The twirl of hair

The smell of perfume; High grade, high quality with a fragrance somehow so sexual.

 

A flick of the neck

The movement of lust; Something to relish when her man is below her, being held down under

Her legs

 

His sensual experience; His vision of “beauty”

 

A gaping mouth, hanging open as he looks at her.

 

 

In a rebellious spirit she had kept hidden from this man

She smiles to him

 

Before she takes off her body

 

And lets him feel the effects he had been giving her

On himself

 

 

Control of a gem, wrestled and torn, torn

Torn and torn some more, from a hand that grabbed a shirt to rip it off

 

The gem underneath, a zodiac sign appropriate to the lady, who holds her breast in her hand

Squeezing so tightly.

So tightly.

The breast is plump in her own hands, and she gives a cry of pleasure

As she feels herself faint from the sensations

The richness of her gems causes her to fall, in wealth

 

 

Rich and rich.

 

 

 

Poor. Poorer.

 

 

Strong. Weaker. Stronger.

 

 

Weak, weak, weak.

Down, down

So down.

 

Nothing to grab the rock face

 

Weak legs

 

 

Fall down. Down.

 

 

 

Down. Down. Down. Down.

 

 

Open bedroom door, open bedroom love

Hearts float out, pink as can be, kisses making hearts blow up in pink balloons

 

Pink balloons that float to a surface of love, an aquarium that is full of pink water

Fish have sex and have sex, loving and loving

…. Dying and dying as they drown on unfamiliar water.

 

But they care only about loving.

With the bedroom door open, the funny bouncing noises

Quite music

To fish who are doing the same, echoes of sex in this ocean of pink waves.

 

 

Closed bedroom door, the fish stop, and the water is blue once again.

 

Inside, the bouncing has turned to a bed collapsing.

 

 

Screams as someone falls into the middle wood of the bed, on both woods she lands

 

One becomes limp, the other is painful to hit her head on

 

 

Sex turns to concern.

The wood monster inside

 

Continues to get himself going

 

And some wood is rebuilt at her expense of care, sadly

 

 

Oh, did you want to let me see you naked?

No, no, all I wanted was for you to pull down my pants.

 

But then I’ll see you naked.

No, you won’t. You’re funny.

 

Take it all off. Might as well.

No. Only see me with my pants down.

 

Ok.

How many pants do you have?

 

A lot.

Let’s wait here a few years. Ya?

 

 

Legs facing backwards, the only one twisted back in an uncomfortable position is the one….

Whose head is facing where her legs should be.

 

Twisted into looking as a pretzel without exaggeration, she looks rather comfortable, like this is the way she always dreamed of sitting

 

Reliving stress on her back, the arch of her spine is straight

 

As her “masseur” massages it’s length, all the way down to her vagina and crotch.

 

 

Legs facing up

A ceiling fan comes crashing down

 

Her crotch is massaged.

 

 

Hold on to a brain full of stings in it

A brain full of stings is as natural as bees and wasps defending themselves from nature.

A brain is a circuit

Running with a circuit

Running with a circuit, with a circuit, with a circuit

 

Where the circuits collide, that’s were the stings of wasps happen.

 

 

Teeth marks buried in between folds of skin

Teeth marks buried in between legs of sin…. Through pure, never thro