Black white and colors
reflect
refract
negate
positively exist
the being of nothingness
outweighed when energy transcends
imagine the light
carried from a holographic world abroad
compressed the size of thy pin
squeezed through holes
cellular construction coupled with
organic optics
a measure to the scape
mirrored senses
building a world around us
turning energy amidst the stars
in chaotic form
to a cosmological frame for what may be
a world in my head
projects back out
catch that twenty two
irony doesn't end
evolution allowed
over 40 single versions
so **** yourself for over
70 single virgins
black out the transmission
end the colors
vibrations amongst the strings
will never truly stop
only seize to look upon itself
till the eye evolves
once again
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
Personal decree over populous gain,
one Mans profit,
seeking to obtain,
a journey of self worth,
at another's expense,
leave the child in hunger,
they bare not the fruit,
leave all men behind,
wish not carry they're own,
a path was left,
that of a Man,
in his wake,
carry the burden,
one thousand men,
but benefit sol,
lay eyes, His gold,
weigh this, His wealth,
feel death, His fury,
tread not, His path,
for this,
the Man,
with all the wealth,
owned many a men,
name and trade,
work for Me,
here is your pay,
He'll take what He needs and leave you to heave,
wondering whilst He sits alone,
why no,
sister,
daughter,
mother,
of the men he owns
will lye with Him,
less a coin be spared,
thought He could buy the world,
but only sat in its waste,
took every ones earns,
that there food,
not even a scrap,
left be spared,
***** the forests,
all gold He could find,
a most unhappy Man,
He died.
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 10:34 PM UTC
adjacent at my right,
your thoughts with you are,
strewed in opposition,
calling out my name,
i am the child,
you are the adult,
why wont i understand,
for i have no experience,
no life lived,
my intrigue provoked,
ideal foresight,
but that, all they are,
questions to actions,
tell me im wrong,
just an ignorant soul,
for i must see the world,
the way that you do,
and for the sake of the horse,
hope the legs can support,
the stead in which you ride,
for it must be cold,
one thousand jen high,
should i bow at your feet?
as my opinion indifferent,
blasphemer,
heathen,
tell me to seal my mouth,
say "I dont listen",
over again,
you never heard the words,
"your hurting my chest",
stepping on my lungs,
hearing one phrase of words,
"you dont listen",
but i heard every word,
whether i agree or not,
is another lore,
but ill admit im wrong,
will you do the same?,
now i'll hope you know,
i judge you not,
i love that you have opinion,
for you are only human,
even if the whip strikes my back,
ill never stop,
continue your attack,
for these are my thoughts,
you made me this way,
you cant change my brain.
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
I am forgettable,
cover my memories,
make it easier,
for the blind wont see,
the mute sing a tune,
the def wont hear,
use your black ink,
stroke the brush,
erase the past,
occasion of epoch,
nothing more,
a brick to step on,
lay your wall,
my heart,
your stone,
my blood,
your mortar,
few to the many,
trample my chest,
stretch my lungs,
a moment in which you took my breath.
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
a blight upon the world,
that means nothing in the first ******* place,
infinite fractals,
three dimensional segments,
of the fourth dimension,
broken in stand still,
an illusion of time,
grasp that of gods,
for we are,
omnipresent,
a color from light,
opus in value,
exceeding that of the night,
temporal time frames,
igniting,
fire,
passion,
wars,
surging,
rain,
anger,
death,
breathing,
gale,
adroit,
life,
composing,
earth,
calm,
peace,
that which continues,
as the strings vibrate,
all at once,
infinite in finite,
collapsed to zero,
in best understanding,
for a substance,
that cant understand,
imagination filling,
creating beauty,
we'd wished,
we see,
singularity looks back on itself,
the only time to be read,
watch our atoms collide,
multiverses inside,
never find the answer,
as looking in,
is looking out.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
pass me grandpas,
old cough syrup,
strap into these stirups,
I'll ride this horse till dawn,
hope the sherrif shows soon,
cuz my six guns ready to shoot,
with the words that were written,
drawn in the sand,
a grave dug deep,
lye in your filth,
I walk this desert,
all by myself,
sand all around,
in this hell,
horse died,
about a half mile back,
got no bullets,
for this six gun,
empty retribution,
was I ready,
to **** this man,
a father and husband,
to daughter and consort,
lost his life,
to agony,
hatred,
Im just a man,
set ready defend,
what I believe in,
call me antagonist,
better than fascist,
should have shot first,
then you wouldnt be dead,
play the hero,
you thought you were super man,
your arms to slow,
so now I sulk,
why'd you want me dead,
I walk this desert,
all by myself,
sand all around,
in this hell,
horse died,
about a half mile back,
got no bullets,
for this six gun,
empty retribution,
wish I could **** myself,
to end this hell,
if this was your plan,
I wish i was dead,
me on the ground,
my blood runs out,
but i trudge on,
instead,
wishing i could **** you again.
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
Words that were written,
drawn in the sand,
erased with the winds,
when the horse fell to knee,
bone crushing earth,
unstoppable spite,
arrogance,
confidence,
a line crossed too often,
sparse recognition,
in moving this mountain,
so lay in your grave,
look down on my horse,
lacuna omission,
Aniquilación,
perceive with your eyes,
bribe your six gun,
ignite the fire.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Start by closing my eyes,
let me take a breath,
step back,
and brace myself,
you might as well take a seat,
for me to say anything,
such is a feat,
pausing as I envelope,
lungs expand,
contract,
release,
I hope my mouth can put into words,
the thoughts that circle my brain,
stutters,
"ughs",
"ooos",
nothing of form,
I'll stop once more,
k let my try this again,
I can see the feeling,
thick like fog,
but how to convey,
look at my clock,
seconds pass,
57 since I said a word,
58,
59,
****
I'm so nervous,
just let the words out,
a slip of the tongue,
"I".....
another pause,
but the attentions grabbed,
"Im"...
keep going,
you've got it now,
press forward,
"Im sorry"...
the gates open,
water floods,
"Im sorry for the pain,
I was an ***
I was to blame,
I can see my mistakes,
but its too late,
I'm sorry my love
for my love wasn't enough,
hence I was fragile,
as not to break,
but you broke me down,
I can't repair,
I'll never forget,
I'm sorry I'll wait,
for you,
whether you know it or not,
alone I'll sit,
along with the quant,
humble my breath,
I know I'm to BLAME,
I'm sorry I didn't put the smile on your face,
even though you gave me the chance,
a thousand times,
once and again,
I hope your happy as a clam,
just answer me back,
you need not feel the same,
I wait for your response,
just a remark,
to know I am heard,"
but when I open my eyes
to see your face,
this face I love,
alas Im alone,
with no one to be heard,
just a second to late.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
I wonder if people feel the same,
questioning, pondering,
not knowing in nature,
I wonder if the masses as they walk the streets,
tiny ants carrying a thousand times they're defeat,
see the light refract and carry back,
images form and recollect,
cellulose film with a story to tell,
I wonder if the girl that gives me the smile,
had depth in wondering the same,
had she known the butterflies that ran through my skin,
a feeling of jumping from a formidable cliff,
not for hate, degradation, abhorrence, malevolence or animosity,
but just the opposite,
to show the love we carry
in the arms of adoration,
hydraulic hearts
pumping fidelity, fondness, and friendship,
fueled by breaths of fresh air,
in that smile we shared,
I wonder if the ones who hate,
can also love,
does the man covered in mud,
slopped in filth, mayhem and blithe,
lye by choice,
or is it easier said than done,
would a good man cover himself in blood,
if honest true and to the point,
so I'll sit on this bench,
birds chirp as the children play,
dogs off leashes,
running amuck,
but who can place blame,
as being put on a leash,
restricts our breath,
causing no smile,
not to breath our fresh air,
to pump our hearts,
giving us love,
so I lastly wonder,
had I had the nerves,
to just say hi,
would you have stopped
or just said good bye,
will I be the man I wish,
or am I the man in filth?
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
This wind sounds of wolves,
Stampeding across the world,
Children devouring souls,
Lead the child,
In knowing my name,
So know this,
With the etherial handshake,
In the province of hatred,
This is Your curse,
I'll drink to your demise,
Blackened skies,
Behold the valleys,
Covered in frost,
Fathom this,
Appreciate,
Approbate,
And recognize,
The martyrs cost,
Paying for blood,
In vast sin,
Raise your glasses,
I'll salute,
Heres to you,
And many more.
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC