I said..

Look at the person who reads a strangers book
He wants to know the character but avoids recognition

From the beginning of its arrival
To the end of every recycle
It is a tale through recital
Of the battle of revival

Vintage, Classic, we may call it historical
or Savage, updated or call it technological

Still, it will be called a feeling
Either wounded, or when its healing
Beautiful, decorated
Strong, faded
Its bad, its sad
Satisfaction, you're glad
Destruction, you're mad

Tears you in pieces while it teaches when it reaches and it seizes your moments as it breaches then it stitches everything back

Fear to recover to discover facts to never miss knowledge forever loose the lover to ever come back

And yet to cry, to lie, to die, deny the why
And to loose, to live, to give, to take, to make, to find, to bind

'Nothing'
is a feeling, unless otherwise any stronger reason for appealing?

Well??
Is there a way of concealing
the fact
'there is no moment without a feeling'

Before I can score and more about simple good food
Before I can taste, its a sudden swing in the mood

I stare at the road with high speed cars and bikes
A man with a wife
Since the last two nights
So love's gone wild
And its almost blind

Shift focus
To the man on his right,
He smoking ***
Thats all he's got,
No family to look forward, none to back up
Okay
He begs for a penny, gets a penny, wins an Emmy , far too many

He passes a restaurant with some monsters
Wasting food and some money,

Well I got a ride switching
The show that id running
And the people that are coming
Sitting right next to me

SPEAKING **** RIGHT, MAKING RIGHT ****
or SPEAKING RIGHT ****. MAKING **** RIGHT

trying to fix things by the end of the night
Put an end to this fight

One wants to save a kid
Redeem for what he did
He who taught him how to hit
How to spit
How to cash in, how to count'em in

But he prays now for what he says now, before his days now
He wants to fix what he's done
Showed him the wrong sun
Showed him the wrong sky
Never told him about what was wrong
And what was right

And i know no more,
Cz my stop is here
I get down and go home

I stand up, look with the eyes in the mirror
****** and red
Show my palm to hold the glass but i wipe
My tears instead
I know I might cry again, the cause I cannot
Erase you from my head
Maybe I go, I go and sleep, sync with my bed
Instead I hope you hope…. I do not have you at all
With wishes that the moments should have been dead
Then I will be banging my head, hate will rule over
Eat in me deep
feelings shall heap & the nightmares will be begging
For life… but no,
Nothing of this part of my bliss will ever change
Nothing will ever go
You will just be someone I would know
but death…. gently decorated lying in the coffin, waiting to be buried
Praying, wishing if I was staying up to see the flower grow off me
And let you pluck it off to give away to the one who replaced me
in you but are you freaking kidding me?
Because I will wait till someone tells you, ‘Get off me, you’re irritating me’,
And send the news to my fellow dead one’s you can now rest in peace
It was one of the days, she says, she wants to speak with you,
‘look at this kid, he wants to be someone like you’
Green land, holding hands, I’ve been dreaming
about bands of colors in slow motion of the portion of it.
I wish to remember a part of my emotion. I check the album turn up the pages and recall the moments in a negative version.
I shout out and screamed
I was told to closeout a deem or maybe hold to be
what I’m not supposed to be
I loved you, adored you, the same I wanted for me
but though I knew life is not how it promises
then I forget I ever lived in the premises
where you were the nemesis all I did was anything to make you feel home
not just bricks and layers If we really know what living is
I am trying to unload, trying to whisper and speak to whatever, whoever I’m not,
now because I’m lost, it has cost me more than I can imagine maybe one day I can

maybe one day I can ignore you begging when you completely lost me
I picture, picture of smiles in hundred different files when I was talking about you holding me then
now one of us is smiling, piling up memories, checking in and out then
I see him, walk past me in a disguise; I know what he tries, never look me in the eyes.

I speak to myself to get an agreement, to hear what I wish to, things I dont understand..
But I never wrote letters
Never texted
Never blinded

I did try to hug myself
I did try to comfort
I did slap hard and stared at my response in the mirror..

I did hit the wall and whispered it hurts...

I did think I could, I would and I should die..
But I did love me, myself and I

This may not sound quite right
But I find I've made up my mind
After all of this time
To say goodbye to goodbye

Goodbye only makes me sad
When losing the friends that I have
When it's their turn to come up to bat
When they have no time left

Goodbye is too cruel a word
Goodbye is best if it's left unheard
Being that there is no cure
When goodbye occurs

And that is exactly why
After all of this time I find
I've made up my mind
To say goodbye to goodbye