Can I gaze into this cerebral soup,
return with evidence
Suggesting that I have had one second within a lifespan
In wich I could have been found
Void of an agenda.......
I believe this to be a quest
Of a life.... What's good to you
Subconsciously a mind will consume
Every scenario, from one ridiculous
End of the spectrum. To the other
Awake at rest a sleep or talking.
You don't even know that you know.
Find away to transform your muse
To create upon this marble an utopian
Dream ......
Let's all together till we can see
Let's dream and chase this
Together it happens .
Together it's impossible to find anything impossible.....
You will make history
Bend to your script ..
Let's make same team accent .
Lets do it
Let it begin
Now!

Some day I believe
There there will come
A time
In which I might think ,
That I ........
Retrospectively
Wished I would have
Seen this coming..
Then again that would have surely taken some of the fun out of it.
Cause knowing me....
If I had known..............
I dont think I would have done it
I  know I would have done it anyway......
And there's one more  reason why ,
Its so sorta unrewarding
To read books backwards

Why then .   .  .shall mine,
Heart inner walls and galleries.
Be not draped about
In such lush crushed velvet drapes and tapestries?
In plush deep daydreamy hues
Scarlet,crimson, or sanguineous ,
Which ever term
you use.
As long as it depicts the color of my muse ....
Intricate and brash
Yet refined raw and delicate

Variegated elegantly with
varied shades,
Each new love I invite in
Having artistic differences ,
As they often do
prefer Carte Blanche
To make love look
How they feel it.
For peradventure,
If I keep decor from an old love,,
Its the same as making them to blame for past pain.......
If your looking to loose
Thats the game for you..
I used to play it that way
Now I play the blues.
Over paid my dues.
Soul still bruised
Still feel the noose
And the short leash
Id run to the end
And thrash like,a spastic
They have all trained in
Emotional war tactics
Any attempt to fight back are in vain.
Their urbane
Splash stains of ratsbane,
Purple me ......
Then leave......
All vanity .
Ampersand,
Lies imbue questionnaires,
And rosy bruises replace
All this superfluous covering where love used to sojourn so beautifully.
Now the walls are a pale glossy sorta yellow .
even though the crimson flow of slow blood flow through it  .
Scars of  unwant
Disallow a chance to stain them..
Oh Love will thou come back to me again.... .
I adore thee ,
I am empty.
A fresh canvas I offer thee.
Yours wantingly
........Me.

Pitch black ...
Frozen in silence .....    
Somethin cold just moved in.
Got your hackles up
And you know its full of vengence .
Goose bumps ,heart pumps.
Foot steps..
Thump......
Thump........
Thump......
Tension burning thick
Blinding white light
Rips crackling through the sky.
When your vision comes back
You see me
Eyes smouldering
Bloodshot focused like a lazer beam.
And the thunder rolls
And with it falls....
RAIN PAINS .....
COLD CHAINS AROUND MY NECK,
Remember me and what you said
Well the old me is dead and gone
Waited so long for apologies.
Too late snake
Time to bleed.....
Tell me now how
Im old
fake gold
Bought sold
Sell out wanna be.
Has been
You who pretended to be my friend
Secretly spreading lies

Zero .
Dark..
Thirty...
Numb......
Spiritually....
And or metaphorically!?
The gravity of this
Mass hallucination ,
My mental conception  barely able to handle,
Literally a literary parable ,
So real its surreal .
Trepidation in the epiphany. ....
So how dumb are we,
We cant see bitting our tongues
Walk like an egyptian ..
Marching blindly
Without hesitating
Or resistance
One by one
The very epitome of mockery.
Verily I say unto you.
The purest form of love
The first thing established is the family.
And now how easily is it  forgotten and purchased
With a little currency.
Follow our shadows into the past we go....
So full of pride though
Walking away from the son
Into prophecy ,
A **** pa pum,
A **** pum pum. ......
To the cadence of the drum
played so softly
By the one
They call the subtle one..
The one who convinced
Every one .....
He never existed.
His venom lies in his words.............
And run through our veins......ist it too late.
Is it all just in vain .
Is it all just vanity?

Hold still nay sayer
I dont want **** you.
.........
Yet........
I joke.....
K....
Let me set the choke line
To the mule....
An.nnnnnnn.d
Got it....
Now you are sure that
This is the only way..
Alrighty then.
Do not attempt
To wallow in denial.
I am in complete control
( subject to time sensitive and emotionally charged
Situations ,not limited to psychotic breaks,taunting ,sleep deprivation,and parallel parallax
Paradigm issuse.)
What we are attempting to do
Is this.

Apex view within my mind's eye.
In any topic to be construed .....
Almost instantly
Met with superciliousness
The rift from which two  lobes sit juxtapose .
Both with kingdoms

Has no barricades of impedance.
Thus scenarios , and extrapolations
Free and silky
Ebb and flow
Blend with perceptions
And experience
Because of this
My methods and means can be seen as  quite unorthodox.
The time it takes for some to see.......
it was exactly how I explained it to be....
Is not only profound
They use as an excuse
To pretend not to remember .


I am not  limited to ....
What anyone sets guidelines to.