What's happened before tomorrow
that never happened within a day?

there is something where something has never been before

a footstep,
a word,
a soul sworn

there's something about existence that I find mesmerizing
I just wish you could see
what I have seen

definition

there is a world before us that wants to be walked upon
it's as far as the eyes can see
and as grand as the mind can be

but in all

honestly

that's just me

People don't speak the same language even when they're speaking the same language

A word can have as many meanings as there are people, along side intent and experience,
everyone's description of the world before them are unique to them selves and even if there is a just definition it doesn't remark quite as simply as such.



Love sits high and resonates in the soul a word often thrown around in meaningless tones
The quibble of the world quanders in particulum that can't quite reach the query of the aforementioned quote

What words are these that are very rarely ever spoke?

Something within pokes and prods
within this time,
within the mind,
within its scope


Reasoning to see for what seeing reason can be

There are many and descriptions have failed before to describe, for if the love I've begot could begin to reverberate and be shown it would shine in its purest meanings that words couldn't even begin to envelop

But true they would be

Not silence nor scarcity

But more like power in glory to be believed

However if not it doesn't squander, nor does it fade

It waits patiently, aloft, until we all reach the meanings conveyed

What are we waiting for?
Stable lives and daily bores?

We pay the toll till every sense is spent
In refrain I can't regret lament

Going out into the crowded city streets
Maybe someday we will meet

We're gone too soon in a fleeting greet
Passer byes and distant memories

I caught a glimpse of arousals hints
I'm rotating in and out of wits

I've tried too hard to be denied
I don't give a **** I'm rectified

I asked her out to a whiskey bar
It didn't take long for her to accept

Our ulterior motives might
Come from our different minds

But in the end they're the same tense
I take her home and we have some ***

We wake up with the new day
Just to do it all over the same

The tables full and I'm well fed
The plate is clear; living to dead

I'm replenished in their stead
Natures faction is instilled in my head

I'm off to the market place
To find out what the new taste takes

Some are spoiled, others are left to waste
A hunger grows within our mistakes

This is about the time the soul kicks in
The words grow long and they fall apart

Apathy towards a disregarded heart
Should have known some were rotten from the start

Some say this cannot be fixed
When water leaks it collects in drips

A damaged floor tends to give
Caving in; an over saturated sieve

The candles dwindled to a flick
In a pool of wax the wick sticks

We ran through the forest
We ran against the breeze

We ran across the Great Plains
We'll run until we're free

The search is almost over
Our keepers want to be kept

All else is good and nothing's perfect
As she slips back into my bed

She crawls up starting at my feet
Making her way into my head

Our stomachs are full
Our blood is un-bled

But still nothing's changed
She begins to twitch and call my name

She begs me to **** her again
The scene is almost exactly the same

But when she wants it so badly
Can I really be the one to blame?

We're living, breathing, animals
Living, breathing, animals

I don't know why I'm still here
I don't know why I haven't run away
I don't know why I watch the waves crashing on the rocky shore
Forevermore

When some people built their paradises
Others hells were formed
When they used the tools created
By people who didn't know what they were doing

Still entrenched in me a lovers brow is born
Waiting at the coast for the signs of clear;
Forlorn
If I jump in will I crash the waves in loves rock place?
Or shall I sit in silence waiting for the misses?

After so much time I wish I could be done with thee
But low and be hold the ocean holds the air we breathe

O, champion of words

O, wisdom of gab

speak thy savory terms

of sultry endearment that makes the poet blush

and thine fairness lust

over syllables that consonants and vowels equate

so that the uneven can lie flush

and the plain can run straight

yet,

over the course of mounds of flesh

the burden stills

that within a heart,

or be it brain,

can beat and remember thrills

some left in time

and some do have weight

that over the hills

can be

the end of my commiserate