What one believes

[cremebrulee]

feeling the tug….
like an iron wristband
an old familiar voice
whispering tones of darkness
clinks and clatterings
stuffed with a variety of curious objects
examining the lock on my front door
could easily be heard
cold as ice
historical solace
knowing
opening some vein of mortal energy
finding its greatest intimacy
smoldering a kindred soul

memorably delicious
I learn to hungrily anticipate
bound to me with leather and blood
this former hustler
this bartender of truth
business partner and ex lover
sooths, the stream of youth
a never ending story
dares to venture where mad men go
elevating to the ranks of warm blooded things
a human heart willing
strength of character
it is all in how one believes

truly happiness is a state of mind
dreamy smile of satisfaction
burning bright
deep within one’s room