Torture
Compulsion
Laceration
*BLASP*­HEMY

Honey, I’d bandage your heart however you threw away the insight I was offering.
Pushed away my arms which were wide open letting you collide into my love.
You ran your mouth and said some hurtful things.
Making me feel useless, keeping me at my feet so you may rely on my love to uplift your soulful spirit.
I will stand in and in, listening to you bantering on and on about whatever went wrong.
Causing this pain that runs its fingers upon your happiness.
My dear I tell you open your pretty eyes wide to look around you to only see the rainbows left in the sky.
Don't stop paving your ways to a brand new day, keep on striding.
Remember there will be better days offering you the best of which life bountifully grants among you.

A light is lit within as my mind wanders the caverns of my inner
thought, there are many twists and turns as I venture through my inner
being, the thrill holds me dear to interactions with others as I draw
close to my abilites of perfect conversation through sheer laughter and
pure enjoyment...I live for the moment to come as the momentum of
today spins out of control, my mind falls to its own eminent reaction

My darling your deceitful lies jab me like the kitchen knife you use to
carve my life away with, stabbing deep within my back as you swindle
your way through my last dieing breathe, This I promise you will not be
alone when I am gone...for you will be haunted by remaining spirit as I
take your last remaining steps plotting your deceitful death

Fortune, fortune…fortunate son of prophecy
Preaches his sermon to the masses of relentless ones
A boy child with blond dusty hair, big bulging blue eyes with fair complexion stands by
Listening to the sermonizer as he delivers his powerful words of peaceful kindness
A kingly man speaks ******* as the statements shift forward in a timely matter
Plains of destructive aftermaths, horizons of thronged hysteria
Captivates the surroundings, laying in the background like plagues in biblical portions
“Raise my son, this is the day we shall rise and go onward... the time is now to rebuild”
States the preacher’s blessed father as he be troves his scriptures with tightened grip

Child becomes man that very day, setting forth his striving ambitions
Letting go of his childhood memories with a fight to change what once went wrong
Standing in the darkest hour of his destiny, he becomes tame with greater conviction
It will be no easy task knows the boy; he will set forth with courageous tidings
Bravery will stand the test of time, witnessing the spiritual uplifting momentums

Kingly man stands in the way of his convictions, for he is a self loather
Built to the hilt in muscle and stubbornness filling his belt buckle
His abilities hold him from ever knowing life’s greatest mysteries
Diabolically he counts the steps of world *******, standing taller than any man before him
But it is he who will be overran by Prophetic Son of the Holy Spirit

The land as far as any man can see lay in grey ****** rubble
Ambiance of ash strewn clouds fogged the earth’s surface
Causing transportive means to get choked out, shutting down the crossroads of societies
However to the man child, who stood the chance of defeat. Saw nothing of this sort
He looked out onto the existing landscape and saw roadways paved of solid gold
Trees blooming with fully bloomed cherry blossoms, and fields of floral arrangements
The king did not like anything of the sort, so he tried and tried to foil the rehabilitation
Of the groves of smiling girls and playful boys while the elders cheerfully applaud
However the kingly man became overrun by the source of his own allegations
Turned the cheek and gave way to the man who once was a child, the day stays brighter
on the other side of reality looked around to adore what you have set before your very own eyeful delight

Pardon me in my own symphony of madness
A tool of my own sadness, oh boy what a feeling that is
It’s not poor nor is it ****, so I suggest you sit right back and enjoy
For humorous attempts are only to take joy, creating pure fun
So here I got the run of the bun, Yeah it surely is nice to live
Lessons of the positive, dropping on the mind like intellect
I hear ye, dearly elect….Without any rhyme or reason
The one who may create the least treason…Holding onto your seats
Cashing in on all your receipts, Tickets of winning numbers
No longer living by the warm timbers, Refreshing to say the least
Some may call it very beast…Of me to rummage through moods
Many have given their perfect attitudes, Learn then let live…Breathe
A jewel encrusted knife kept within its sheathe, I promise you’ll never go cold
The tale can be told, in many ways
Spread out over many days, although why tend to boredom
Leading us not into whoredom, deliver us our daily bread
Thy concrete kingdom come along with street cred, as heaven’s mouth is open
At last it becomes very Zen, Living to learn
Rights under a government mule are hard to earn, no sense taking them for granted
Always being doubted, keeping a watchful eye
The lurker leans toward using the skills of a spy
Soon our story will be drawn to an end
Appending my wrongs as my rights come to a bend
Rendering my sins under microscopes as they unbend
Entering the light, being dunked in pools as I ascend

To the entire genophobe society, how does it feel

To never be felt from the inside rubbed from the outside,

Never ever to feel pure ecstasy as another being from another society aside from yours

Wraps themselves around you like a bandage never ever to feel explosive feelings gyrating your body

Sending your into complete overdrive coming to a complete meltdown as it slows down

Driving you madly between the silky bed sheets

Devinely driving you like a Amazonian wilder beast out on the prowl

For fresh blood fresh meat, licking the lips of sweet nectar, chomping down on tangy bananas

Riveting I think that you fear what you have never once had

Is quite maddening, so give me some insight on how this deserts you from ever having a ****** preference

From either Guy on Guy/******* Girl/Guy on Girl *******

While you're the main course serving you some delights from the garden of Eden

Giving or receiving money shot, drinking the cream of chicken

Sukki Sukki 5 dollar driving away from curbs of Forty-Second streets through red light districts

Climbing ****** while knees buckling, oh Lord I think I'm about to explode Fourth of July fireworks

As the world shakes beneath our four post bed with wrists tied mouth gagged with leather bindings.

Water sports if you are into that type of thing, just not my cup preferably DD sized **** but any size works

It's not the size that countsit's the motion of the ocean that really works.

Karma Sutra, ****** positions galore all within books at libraries

*** education taught by **** luster ******...Teachers thrown away for doing the outer limits

Just so they can have a moment of limelight without dancing around poles for dollar dollar bill ya’ll.

Now what makes you afraid, paddles whips chains

“Oh my, what a time!” a sadist would say to their delightful whims.

So be afraid be very afraid of the ****** world.

Skipping stones, Breaking bones
Jumping stones on riverbeds of jones
Dancing to the Stones while smoking bones

Crashing cars under the stars
Driving cars through concrete jars
Shooting stars way above convertible cars

Warm air passes through there
Cool brisk air blesses Blue Day'd fair
Oh where art thou fair, It was there soon it will be here

Dancing away the night dressed as a modern day knight
Way above floats a kite, Oh what a blessed sight
Closing night, don't put up a fight

Dressing to the nine Bump and Grin(d)e
You looked so devine, I shall sit a while and pine
Through the withering pine, We shall go at nine

Enjoy me for awhile as we sharpen the crocadile
Hot waxed tile, Drinking oxen bile
Stay around while, For I am about to get on the dial

Video spin DJ Twist up a jay
As we begin to sway In a new way
Never gay Today I will stay

Enjoy don't be a toy
A girl and boy listen to Tolstoy
For Orbison of Roy will begin to destroy

Wondering why it had to be this way, why you had to go away
Lining the streets with rose petals that you once walked upon
The living years will always be remembered; the dying years will be long forgotten
You will never be too far from the hearts of many, holding possession to my growth
Molding me into the great man that stands before your grave, with tears in my eyes
I will never grow humble, weak, or run on scared feelings…with you watching
From a great distance, though you are not on this plain of existence
I still feel you as if you were standing in over my shoulder
Looking in, telling me that you love me for who I am, understanding the changes
That I must make, but may not always be the right decisions…learning from those
Cherishing the rightful movements that I take through the shadowy nights
You have given me the best gift of all, you may never know it but I am grateful
Thanking you for the life you have given to me, the name you have shared with me
A great family standing behind me, backing me through thick and thin
Providing an everlasting love that can never be broken, a bond of enrichment
Sharing many great laughs and wonderful stories with me, of the times you ran
An ability you once shared playfully with me, the time was passed on like a baton
Now I run the marathon you once taught me, setting goals that can be met
Setting new standards, living in the light you provided me with when you went away
My love for you will never ever dissipate, never ever will grow old only deepening
With each step I take I will dedicate the footprints to you my dearly departed mother

Eyes to the sky, as we look upon the doves
Soaring through the skies the lord has granted us
Passion grows deeply within our hearts
Sharing with one another the respect and honor
Each has come to deserve through years of camaraderie
Blessings arrive in the smallest of packages
Providing the biggest, warmest of decadent smiles
A spark of trueness lights the darkest of pathways
Triumph decorates our hearts with warmth for the coldest of days
As friendships grow over the years in perfect harmony
Collective souls share empathy, Collective spirits colliding
Only to create a perfect portrait like a Picasso or Rembrandt
Wisdom shared with one another, is like a red or white wine
Aged with such perfection, an everlasting taste of greatness
From the lips of the cherished onto the ears of the appreciative
I say these words that I may share with all to learn
The rose colored light you shed upon me in the darkest of hours
Will burn an everlasting flame of hope
Getting me through the toughest of times
Life is grand when sharing it with those who love and keep you near
So never trade it in for anything else my beloved friends

Allow me to give you the grand tour of my mind, to the left there is an
ever growing wisdom set in its ways giving off radiant beams of light
paving pathways to my heart and all that I hold dear to my passions.
Friends come and go, but those who have stayed through the years
have grown to become family, for those who have shared their support
systems through the times. I am deeply within gratitude respects to
you and always will roll out the red carpet leading into paradise of the
corners of my mind. To the right there is truth draped upon my
personal meaning of life, optimistic outlooks paneled upon my walls of
reflection. The extreme overcoat of poetry covers it all; I shall only
bleed when needed…believe me I need not to do it always. In the
furthest corner of my mind lies a pile of unfinished yet duly noted
pages of written words, which brings me here to this segment of the
blogosphere. With hopes of this becoming a grand masterpiece of my
well thought out ideas, respective points of view, and other duly works of art.

The silenced weep on pastel colors
While rainbows pass through windowed thoughts
Deep within my mind is a trail leading to a universe
Stellar happiness draped upon rivers of joy
Going out on a limb, to jump from dreams
Onto pages of hopes written ravishingly
Imagination runs away from me wildly
Remaining intact with its childlike ways
Jumping into puddles of mirages
Swimming in pools of fantasy
Hallucinating on what may come
Imaginary imagery dancing upon moonbeams
Jarred in glass jars held upon windowed shelves
Closing eyes tightly around the glimpses of sweet serenades
While musical tones create beautifully painted canvases
Once blank without any reflection
Mirrored images of the future grants introduction
While paintbrushes meet color tones in seduction
Secluded rendezvous leading into ****** sensation
Alluring lust into temptation, leading away from separation
An everlasting desire of dreams entering reality
When morality grows a deepened mortality
A work of art is born on vacant sheets
As contentment drives on desolate streets
Harmonious melodies playing through radio beats
Creating muffled brightness through dusk’s doorway
Sun shining in through my mind in a magical way
A beginning to a brand new day
Has started, Today!

Talking in declarative circles
Grabbing you by the wrist
Don't detest as you utter in cackles
Trust me I insist
Pulling you to the center of your attention
I write in rhythm not in rhyme
Go ahead alleviate the tension
A new beginning intensifies through the time
Forgetting the bouts that we once fought
Learning to love one another
Remembering the life lessons we've been taught
Coming to understand the earth mother
Devotion to an ocean of imaginative thought
May seem imperative at first glance
However these gifts will always be brought
With each passing moment will come with a brand-new chance
An occasional opportunity may knock at your door
For the first time in your lifetime you'll accept it's power
Spread your wings as you take to the crystaline blue skies, Soar
Your standards will have no need to lower
As long as you believe in yourself
Trusting deep within
Medals of honor upon the shelf
Out taking life for a spin

Spark of light
Enter my life
Shine through
Darkest hour
Minutes ticking by
Determined I am
Get through get by
Praise this moment
Entertain these words
Uplift my spirits
Head above the water
Wading through the deep end
Tip toe across floor boards
Of the back roads
Struting through the never ending
Miracles flashing upon brick laden walls
Truth within hidden scrolls
Opens our minds
Mysterious outcomes
Incoming destinies
Embrace those
As you choose your gold dusted pathways
Running to the open arms
Feeling a deep satisfaction
Honoring yourself
Amongst this here pedestool

Sorry, I made you feel the way you feel. Sorry I caused your heart to
palpitate. Sorry I caused so much pain to you and all around you.
Sorry that I didn't believe. Sorry that I didn't let go of the past when I
should have. Sorry for turning my own back on myself. Sorry I was not
there, for your slanderous torment. Sorry I gave up when I should
have continued. Sorry I failed you but I will try harder in the next
moments to come. Sorry my tears roll down my cheek. Sorry that I
have pushed all away because I thought it would have been easier.
Sorry that I am not there to hold your hand in your darkest hour.
Sorry I closed my ears, opened my mouth. Sorry I walked away to
never turn back. Sorry I will never see another horizon through the
right perspective. Just plain old SORRY I EXIST...I need to go from
your wayside, let you be...become...believe in yourself. Taking one
step at a time, where every second counts, where every turn will be for
the better. Trust that you will make the right choice, if not try it again
this time around, achieve it better then the time before. Grab a hold of
yourself and pull yourself away from this inferno, enter the light. Let
yourself be great, stand tall. Stop slapping your own face around, look
into the mirror with smile filling cheeks. Fall down a lot, to get up and
do it all over again. Find your safe place; hold it dearly in your heart.
First and foremost believe in yourself, and never believe in the past
only the future is as wide open as you make it appear. So continue
punching holes in walls that get in your way, hurdle them obstacles.
So goodbye old friend, as I step aside to allow positivity to move in
where I've painted the walls with grayscale painstakingly nightmares.
It’s about time to open the lid on positive fortitude. Let old dogs lie,
while negative energy dissipates from my soul. Remember to trust the
trueness of positivity has to offer. God bless you, believe in you, and understand you!

If truth were nothing but a blur
Would the rumors fly on broken wings
Facts served out of can size meals
Lies leaving dents in side cars driven
By mystified stories of blusterous beings
Would history make any money
Selling its news to TV anchors
Who only twist the hands of fate
How would it come about
Where would it end if it had no beginning
What would the middle man's beat be
How would it be foretold if it had no before
So it may seem as a blur
As truth only starts out as a hazy remark
Untwist the hands of time
As history unfolds iself
Leaving manuscripts of unanswered questions
Questionable doubt lynches itself
Through remarkable words
With expeditive tension
Trapped beneath the big hand of epic proportions
Open your eyes to clarify opinionated intelligence
Impressions left in the sands of time

Ordinary day, lonesome happening
Quiet as can be, here I sit
In this uneasy office chair, daydreaming
Of what can be, pretending to be
What all I really am, Imagination set aside
Desire catches my eye, Endearment blessing me
On terms anyone could really conceive
What is in a thought, a process which can be deepened
A simple second can change anyone’s life
Whether it be for the better or the worst
Life is what we make of it, use of the proper tool
A lesson to be taught or learnt
Determination of one pure decision
Decisive declaration over biorhythms of allotment
Chronologically prepared to make right
Stepping one foot in front of the other
Tend the watchful eye as it shows you
A golden path through the toughest resolution
Building brick by brick along pastures of purview
Now come to your senses, strike a pose
Propound on this glorious insight
A betterment for which you will carry on forth
Entering the approachable endeavor of life’s greatest mystery
Setting sight upon goals to live by
Be free to understand the lesser of evils
As your mind yearns for enrichment
That of which comes from the power of virtue

Minds drawing blanks
To this semi loaded weapon
As broken ear gets spoken upon
By wasteful youth, spewing out mouthfuls
Speech impediments, Speech impairments
Drink to slur your words upon empty promises
Rhythms get tapped out, Rhymes get sung out
Blurred out visions, eye twitches
A sight looking out onto the decaying world
That closes in around the primitive creature
Stir crazed, Trapped and enveloped within its own self mutilation
Its embodiment shivers, shattering dreams
As it looks for the warmth of a blanketed soul
To be swept away like yesterday's recycled tradegy
Ripped torn apart otherwise dumped at its wayside
Tortured by its own demise
The jagged knife slices deep into its wrist
To only impeach a livelihood
Within its own words and steps
Wondering where to go on forth
From this plateau of mystifications
Truth be told, truth be had
Jack the pearl of the living psyche

A graceful praise, A momentous moment
The climb, The leap, The spark of eternity
Life in the fast lane, Crash course
Walk the line, Never to cross it
A straight narrow path, Never too wide
Biased feelings trapped within rat sized cage
Compassionate feelings running through and through
Heart is open wide, Eyes even wider
The height of a new era is about to start
A brand new beginning, An ending shows the way
Any array of doorways opening to endless possibilities
Only one remains closed off, To earn rightful passage
Look deep within your soul, you find a key
Set upon the lane with boots strapped tightly
Don't hunch over, never slouch lazily
Be proud of who you are, Stand tall with honor
Remember we fall to learn how to get up
Errors are to be made,  mistakes are to be learnt from
Feats of strength tend to make us stronger in the eye of the beholder
Tests of courage leads us with gallantry through remorse
Never let defeat overcome our purities
Washing away the mud from our vision
Never to let anything stand in our way
Of our envisions of the grandest intentions