Primordial network,
networking mycelium,
mycelia working,
working primitively,
primitive connections,
connecting chemically,
chemical reactions,
reacting pleasantly,
pleasant visuals,
visual enhancements,
enhancing hallucinations,
hallucinating vividly,
vivid reality,
reality bending,
bending light,
lightly colorful,
coloured full,
fully spiritual,
spirit elevated,
elevated God,
Gods flesh,
flesh Devine,
Devine mind.
She said to me go,
without hesitation I left her standing there,
without hesitation our hearts collapsed.
My best friend is killing me within each and every breath.
Since I was just a child it's been planning on my death.
So long as I recall it's been the only friend around,
Taking all my stress and always there to calm me down.
So many friends have come and gone alike with all the years,
So many times to pick me up and help me fight my tears.
Had I known the fight, I'd take back every strike and strife.
Escaping every anxious moment isn't worth my life.
Eighteen years has come and gone and now I'm twenty-nine.
And death should be my strongest vice to get you off my mind.
And still I sit with you my friend these days make me regret,
The moment I decided to light up that cigarette.
Nothing is sacred,
nor does it last forever.
No two can make it,
without hearts being severed.
Desperation plagues,
once truth in lies unfold,
neglected love evades,
once blame is what takes hold.
love begins to pass,
like the petals of a rose,
once given to a lover,
when two hearts began to grow.
Promises are broken,
once they pass thru lying lips.
love cannot be spoken,
or be grasped with finger tips.
Eyes are bound to wander,
if they aren't fixed soul to soul,
and sinking ships are destined,
once relationships turn cold.
We're savages who kill,
We ravage for the thrill,
No remorse or recourse,
for the innocent blood we spill.
It's God's grace we proclaim,
Or evil we all blame,
But truth is man who'll take the stand,
Fault's in all our hands.
We just consume and feed the fire,
And pay the devil to be the liar,
And play our part and be the victim,
Pretending we've no ears to listen..
Until we stand and refuse to bleed,
Our evil nature will always lead.
I'm not a wishful thinker,
but with the cold reality,
faith seems to be the only warmth in life..
Then again I'd rather be cold than lie to myself.
I've seen love in a million faces,
almost caught her in a million places,
but she's so illusive,
can't be subdued,
before you know it,
she'll have you fooled.
She'll feed your heart, and lift it up,
then seemingly she's had enough.
From heights you'll fall,
a downward spiral,
she'll pierce your soul,
and hold you liable.
she'll tear you open, inside out,
make you wish you had a doubt.
Force you to beg,
and plead for mercy,
and wish this quench was never thirsty.
When fairy tales are done and over,
and no dragons are to slay,
it's now you wake to face the nightmare,
being loves hopeless slave.
I love..
Your heart, your smile, your touch and feel,
your taste, your smell, your sex appeal.
The way you look with star lit eyes,
the way you always look at mine.
Your voice, the tone, the way you laugh,
the way you make my heart collapse.
the things you say to make me smile,
the way you always drive me wild,
especially when we're apart,
You always reassure my heart.
I love the way you batt your eyes,
The way you blush or look surprised,
your lower lip, the way it sits,
it waits for mine before each kiss,
I love the way you hold me tight,
the way you keep me close at night,
But most of all, I love you,
For who you are, and all you do! <3
I think I need to be more understanding to others intentions,
and not my own inserted perception of what I think others are intending.
Me and my over active imagination like to play to much with hypothesis, theories, and probabilities.
When often,
truth can be spoken without being tested.
I swear sometimes I break things down so much,
when it comes to putting it back together,
I find I've built a monster to fear and seek to destroy.
If you look at it right,
you'll see I'll only destroy myself in the end.
My leaves have fallen color gone,
this season sings a sorrowed song.
Each branch and finger lingers bare,
where once a luscious life was shared.
With every breeze that passes thru,
within cold nights of bitter blue,
and as each leaf makes it below,
this truth in life feeds me to grow.
I'll sit and wait,
fight thru
the gloom,
cause soon
I know new
life will bloom.
Imagine grass,
tall bright green grass.
Each individual blade,
Swaying freely in everlasting fields.
Harmonious, peaceful, simple.
Now imagine,
a lawnmower,
loud,
demanding,
ruthless.
cutting down,
grooming,
and controlling the grass.
No more does it sway freely.
Religion is my lawnmower.
To begin with I would like to say,
It's been a perfect month today,
realistically be said,
A month within a day works best,
As days with you have come and gone,
And hours seeming seconds long,
It's hard to think it's really true,
A month has gone today with you.
As crazy as it seems to be,
Within this time of you and me,
Disgusting yet beautiful,
Just to think it's mutual,
The way our hopeless hearts connect,
It makes me feel so passionate,
Becides this concept time defines,
It's what's been felt that feels so fine,
let alone you're eyes and smile,
Your talent, wits, and voice are viral,
And even then that isn't it,
Your awkward, clumsy, and the shit.
Your heart and mind and soul devine,
It's all of this,
that's worth my time,
So here's a toast, we make it thru,
Another endless day or two.
Within that first touch,
like a flashbang igniting receptors,
the warm sensation that flows to the point of contact,
it's like being carried away as softly spoken whispers twirl across the honest lips of love.
The warm breath upon your neck,
twisting and dilating every nerve and cell,
chilling your body head to toe,
thru and thru!
Driving one into a starvation filled desire
to feel that dancing heart rate pulsate yet again and again.
It's in this moment..
I could live forever.
I have played a good guy doing all a good guy does.
I've also played the bad,
running ramped,
crazed,
and mad.
I've been a hero, that's saved lives,
as a villain, made them cry,
the end, a victim, there's no rules,
it proves the point that we're all fools..
With each our own, upon a thrown of thorns our souls reside.
In each new tear our hearts they bear the past with open eyes.
The lessons tried, and tears we've cried from wisdom we succumb.
The time will come to stay or run, thru intuitions tongue.
I have an undieing urge in life to roam.
An overwhelming desire to experience, and explore, but I feel so confined by city walls.
As tho I'm bound by stirrups of hollow currency and debt I didn't ask for.
Psychologically enslaved, driven like a power horse towards false dreams of open pastures,
herded by the motives of others prosperity.
Where is that life that was intended for me, it seems the very sense of freedom is bought and pacification is all they really sell.
Like a dream chaser, I say to myself, one day.
There's this girl that I know who drives me absolutely up the wall,
Together I get so confused, speachlessness my only muse.
Convergingly our minds combine and confidence begins to climb.
The breathlessness she has me by, this suffocation gets me high.
Her addictiveness I would not quit, I'd gladly take another hit.
Humble as can be defined, intelegence too hard to find.
Her talents many, passions strong, inspiring as in a song.
Beautiful to say the least, her smile could tame a ruthless beast.
Her laugh is sweet, a hidden giggle, its cute the way she starts to wiggle.
Shimmering eyes, that gleeme and glow, pulls me further in to know.
Her kiss and touch, can't get enough, and when she's near, I cannot bluff.
But then again, why try to hide, a smiling face, this truth confides. :)
A waking moment, when eyes first open.
Like a newborn experiencing sight for the first time.
Blinding curiosity illuminating a fight for understanding.
Pure at first, as each new sensation overwhelms the senses.
As each new day comes and goes,
turning into weeks,
months,
and years;
shaping our perspectives.
We slowly lose that sight we once had,
a forceful forging becomes of us.
Is who we are simply what we've seen?
It seems as each clip of life is impressed upon us,
we become less individual in the since of freewill,
and moreso as a carbon copy of impulses and reactions.
Lessons of life are gained after rigorous testing of wills, fates and virtues.
Mistakes as high as moutian peeks can be reached in moments,
Whilst the treck down seem to never end.
Lost deep in a forest that repeats itself,
over and over leading back to that peak.
Within these trials of heartache, triumphs, and shame.
When does redemption come to save our souls?
An awaking moment, when eyes first open.
Like a newborn experiencing sight for the first time.
Blinding curiosity illuminating a fight for understanding.
An understanding beyond the senses,
beyond what can be seen and felt thru this battle life creates.
A struggle for redemption for what has been seen and done,
in the moments before these eyes had true vision.
A redemption that is dreamt with open eyes under sunny skies,
and soundly under starlight; but it seems sometimes as tho,
no matter the destination desired for that clean slate in life,
I find myself fixed, like a switch on the wall.
As tho we can be empowered, only to be turned off.
Is the desire for redemption caused by switching on,
and rewarded by flipping back off with oblivious eyes?
It seems as we get older, a piece of us gets lost.
Desires fill our hearts, it seems those pieces are the cost.
What must we do to find them, or fill that broken void.
Do we ever get them back, or are they just destroyed.
As age creeps up, and time ticks by, and awkwardness begins,
It's hope I find a heart like mine, who's pieces just fit in.
There's not too many things inside this life to set you free.
The more I think, the less I know, it might be make believe.
It's truth I seek, a knowledge thirst, that I cannot quench,
The probabilities I see, like chance a mobbing lynch.
Could this be real,
or that I feel,
something that isn't so,
past what's here in front of me, to make me think I know...
It's life that's blinding,
life's what could be's,
making life mundane.
I wish my life's what's in my head so maybe I'd feel sane..
I know you think that you might know,
what I think that I know, but know that I think, what you think,
Might just be a show.
But then again you could be here standing next to me.
Together walking blindly in a world of make believe.
