Love; the truest trigger

The initiation of predisposition
Love;
As a cosmic fire.
A truest manifesting
The purest
State of mind.
The integrated form of desire.
Ammunition;
Oh does it propel us
Into the future.
Oh, grand fortune
Pooling up inside
Would you be so kind
To tell me
How the purest state of mind
Turns deadly
In its malicious?

Flowing easily
In my own decay.
How do I become
So embellished?
Let it shine through
Each century
Of doom.
Let me conquer
That of me;
So rebellious.
Digging out time
That is love and
The jewel of its foe.
Shimmering by
Ever thine
Ever unknown.

I move through the slots
Of your heart
And your
Thoughts.
I russian roulette
To your throne.
In your practice
Your art
Your intricate
And tender part.
Oh there is more to gain
Though you're so smart
Still it's stone.
What cannot be taught
Is the sentiment part
A trascendent
Dart
A shot in the dark
There; will I ever
Be known?

Burrowing in
Blood of men
It moves inside
The pull to begin.
It trickles down
Your limbs
Can I be the amend
And the collision?
What is coming for you
You block with
The thought to choose
Because of loss
Through living spirit.
You can try to pretend
As you run with the wind.
I carry you
To the end
Towards one death
Into the next oblivion.

~ B