It starts with drifting. Having no time for one another. Then it's a fight about how they didn't call or decided to go to their friends house instead of being with you. Words are spoken that have been bottled up for months, just building up; truths are revealed and tears are spilled. You go into a blind rage. Breaking everything that comes to your hand, ripping every picture up with him in it. You scream out into the empty abis about how you hate him and he was the worst. You no longer feel that empty hole that has been eating up at you for days, the feeling of him not loving you. It is only filled with hatred and fury. Then it hits you. You find your favorite sweater of his that you slept in every night to feel like he was holding you, the smell of his cologne that would cloud your mind, or the first love letter you wrote for him, but never gave because you were afraid that he didn't feel the same. Everything comes back in floods and flashes. How his hand fits perfectly in yours, his crocked smile, the way his eyes shined in the sunlight, how he wiped away the tears when your whole wold was falling apart. Then in that moment, your eyes blood red, tears soaking your face, you realize no one in the world could love you more than he ever did.
A soul
what is thAT
SOMETHING
I do not not know
but i held one here right
in my hand
seamed to come and go
when i say my hand, i mean my mind
my will held it so
it was like sand running through my fingers of my mind
i could just feel it like i was blind and feel every grain
do not surpose i will feel that again.
A soul
what is thAT
SOMETHING
I do not not know
but i held one here right
in my hand
seamed to come and go
when i say my hand, i mean my mind
my will held it so
it was like sand running through my fingers of my mind
i could just feel it like i was blind and feel every grain
do not surpose i will feel that again.
The evil of man
I surly know
I know my own thoughts
As well...
When someone
Betrays or backstabs
Or cheats...
We become bitter
Out true hearts reveal
The true evil within us
Without any will...
Be it Jealousy,
Greed, Power
Or Lust
All ignite a hellish
Fire in us...
These very things
Have run through
My head
The many of times
That I saw red...
So shocking the anger
And things within
That came from my mouth
I wished I'd never said...
Brought knowledge of
The evil of man
We are all evil to
Some extent...
Why were we made to
Have feelings as such?
It's an unfair commodity
That's conquering us...
I don't like the feelings
That evilness brings...
It makes me not want
To hear, see, or feel
But its time to realize
That its very real!
Wandering silently
though the wilderness woods,
far and away from the potholes
of well beaten pathways
The soft breeze slowly moves
the shadows cast in the moonlit night
past the thorny stems of time.
Wildlife paths illuminated by starlight
adorn the alluring wooded trail
Secluded pathways foraged by natural instinct,
ancestral prudence and intuition
Each shadow drawn willingly
into a deeper enlightening journey
As if synchronicity united hearts
learning to speak minds
The depths of undaunting transparency
are rendezvous with awakening breath
Looking back at life withdrawn in discontent;
exhaling shameless freedom without regret
Lost in perpetual motion, found in heart
Separate souls illuminated by the moon
stood alone yearning for healing connection
Ardor of hope shines an inward light
as moonlight slumbers while passion blushes radience
The night has a thousand coquettish eyes
shining on practical mysticism
The laughing owls of midnight
Echo their illusions of crystal clear reverie
Moved by swirling tempest breezes
showering down from high endeavors
where treetops pierce the stars
Wisps of the sleeping sky unfurl
stardust teardrops drunk by earth’s sod
Nocturnal Cricket’s rhythmus acoustical wings
are very quietly chirping a bashful courting song
Laughter rings out blissfully
like the joy of a heavenly child
Nature sways with a gentle motion
Her leafy arms groan and moan the silent toil
as she holds up the weight of the celestial light
Moonlight moves across the shadows
of love born beneath her branches.
Two shadows embrace as one
emerging rapturously from the sleepy wilderness
Reborn as naked as the free
enlightened by the enchanting forest...
under the enchanting allure of a full,
blossoming, spring moon...
Aye Reke, do you see that girl over there?
With the beautiful eyes and long curly hair.
(Yea) she looking good so try not to stare.
("She prolly gotta man, Sean,")
Well I don't f__king care.
("I'm just saying do your thing, but beware.")
You know I will I just found the answer to my prayers
and so what we already know that life aint fair.
If I don't do this now I might not see her anywhere
~
You got yours, now let me get mine,
("Sean, she's coming over here")
now's the perfect time
Girl I only have 1Life 2Live I see the signs,
Read in between the lines,
I want to see inside and
Know whats on your mind
Cause beauties only skin deep
personalities unique
I love the way that you speak
you feeling me
I'm the last of dying breed
and we only have 1Life2Live
Let's L eye V E.
HA!
© 2013
i thought by this time i would look like rita hayworth
but i just can take the genius anymore
and i realize the wasteland
isn't as youthful as i thought it was
the parties aren't real
and the boys look like children
there are nothing golden in these years
Viking's got it virtual, spinning and he's cynical
masking masquerade of every beaten broken lateral.
open-bottled bears look like little tiny hairs due to massive
sorts of stacking and a corp worth dollar shares.
Now i'm sitting in a skull or two, a brain that can't pick what to do
An empty, and gated, abandoned hop skotch for dancin' or truth.
signs of life negative, I don't think we can hold the shiv
but i will pay a nickel if you ask me where the mattress is.
Stop
And don't think you left 4 eyes blocked fully.
i'm lookin for the glasses that won't make me look silly.
got a hidden sort of stash, the kind of cash is always relevant.
got industries in disaster with a passion for the magnificent.
now every faggot actor has some kind of immune innocense.
now what the fuck has happened to utilizing more than common sense?
I guess we just forgot what time armageddon really is
so allow me to introduce the second hand to you fucking kids.
Please return your seats to an upright release.
(Down-trodden echoes from moon-base police.)
Don't take a number unless you can be seen.
(mathematic addict he took a train for free.)
Ohhh--- my-good-god-fucking,
damn it's a nice way to live outside.
free patties made fresh from the earth, 8 to 5.
but he's too damn busy not thinkin' survive.
we can rebuild him.
Undercut the normal cost of generations you are stuck with,
throw it all in paper bags and call it a sickness.
teacher made me sit outside away from all the other kids,
attentiveness is measured by an inconsistent dosage list.
Awareness is a trait
and being blind is a disorder
sight beyond sight is something to be ignored or,
better yet we need a fucking sight beyond the seen sight,
or maybe just a cigarette to keep my mattress fire bright.
Go
Green lights spit on the pavement- pea soup food fight kids entertainment.
rock show, dog fight, all just the same shit.
money riding visual stimulation and a shaking rib.
ha- ha- ha
hear me chuckle like a charlie got his X-ray goggles put on little bit sideways.
crack the better pavement so no one has good roadways.
now our infastructure needs improvements going both ways.
Please return your seats to an upright release.
(Down-trodden echoes from moon-base police.)
Don't take a number unless you can be seen.
(mathematic addict he took a train for free.)
The squeak of rubber soles on the tiled red and black floor. The tripping over ourselves. The track. And you Regina. Making our heads spin slowly. Or Broadway at midnight, Pandora. Dancing, ignoring Mateo next door. After all he is louder than us. Maybe. The July, August, then September sun fading slowly. The gentle kisses of rain on our cheeks and lips. The wet hair, flinging back and forth. Ikea. Rocks. Sexist boys. Thunder. Hipsters. Hips. Chests. Smiles. Laughter. Singing. Dancing. Wet. Perfect. Stage. Dark. These make up our times together. The train. This houses some of them. Ice, cold and hot, slipping over our skin. Water makes us up. We make up our minds. Emails. Bye the time summer comes, we shall be gone. Taking our chemistry and voices away. Apart we are nothing. Together we are a chorus. Songs. They make up most of what we are. Emotions. They are us.
God, how I love you
I love you all of the time
But I love you most of all,
When you play your music
How your callused fingers glide over
The neck of a sweet guitar
How you hold an instrument like it is a child
Waiting for its talent to be discovered
I love your eyes
Especially when you play,
Oh, especially then
How they grow dark
Yet bright at the same time
And beauty holds not near enough meaning for
God, how I love you, for
God, how I need you, for
God, how I want you, for
God…oh God…how I’ll miss you when I go…
Oh god, be with me
For I will need you then
And for the rest of the time I live without him…
