And a little more than you would have ever expected

Isn’t it always true?

That life was something we always experienced a new

Define me anyway you can, or cannot

I’ll tell you where the line begins

Start again with no borders

Or be begot

We can see the world without your ****** edges

Death splits hairs

We split meanings

Come inside be within

Don’t be and be left without

Find a reason to your life that doesn’t harm

Grow

Cut off your friends, family, and yourself

Be left to the dirt

To grow something not worth ****

Hopefully amongst yourselves

There’s something good that we can’t be left without

Will she be ready in the real world?

Dimensions phase in and out of our times

In phrases

How can it be that she is so ready for me?

Does she already know?

Man is made for woman
I try to remind myself

But it always surprises me
That anyone could ever be in love with me

I’m grateful for the fact that she’s just like me

A little bit confused and looking for the same things,
But at opposite ends

I’m still finding the means…

I’ll be reminded again

Life has it’s purposes:

Controlled: worthless

In Control: worth it

Worry about what I have to say

What it’s like to be

You’ll make it up

As I’m assured...

Or not

Who?

Who honestly?

Who honestly doesn’t disagree?

Have we ever given the patients too?

Don’t speak uneasy about

The moments silence

that silence that has never gone unspoken

Without all that we are

As we’ve never been

But as that we exist

I still have my doubts...

As we should go

Go

As we are

We are

With

Or

Without

When it all calls
But no one is present to answer
Because they're fast asleep
Within their beds of blissful ignorances
As time gently closes the door
On their smiling countenances
Forever within the peace
Of their love's slumbering hearts

Eventually we all have to cease to fight
And the struggles of this life,
In all ways,
Leads to a peaceful night

Whether experienced within our days,
Or within our deaths
Time, lay down our arms
Until there's nothing else un-left

Is it desperation?

Is it loneliness?

I say nigh.

I still have the patients left to hear the excuses.
I oblige.

Will it satisfy?
Will I be able to see through the lies?

My hot head can't acquit.

I set forth an hour to find the time,
But I don't know any longer why I try.

Why I try so hard and yet I still cannot find.

If it is not me then let it be known.

If tragedy is a gift with in time then who am I to judge?

Will I be used to one another's ends?

My mother can attest to the fact that I will not give in.

If it's serious then I must see.

If its just forgotten along with me amongst it all
And all others who have ever been
Then not enough attention will be given without.

When I speak to you
I must confess
It was the highlight of some of my days that were well spent.

I can't be you and I'm not the same.

Even Cinderella must revert back into her old ways
Before she can accept a great change.

I could give a dream that would have any other dream be dreamt,
But if the dream doesn't include me
Then why would I include anyone else alone?

I'd like to find what happens after midnight's moon
Does it alter our reflections back onto ourselves?

If all your friends disregard all that we have spoken
Was it really a man you sought?
Or just a thought,
Another amongst many others
To provoke?

The lot of my friends have said
Why would I give it all away with out an end?

I tried to tell them plain
Because the love that accepts what I am for me is a love that will remain.

And besides everyone I've ever met
I've felt something toward the other one,
But then again
Who am I to say?

For we will all go the same way one day.

And here I interject,
We are all together in this life
Least we forget.

You heard me rehearse over a thousand times,
But most of us are already gone.

Does heavens pitch have to be so strong?

I wonder still where their spirit can be found marching on and on?

I'm well aware when I say the most despicable of things.

I duly gave a warning to them all,
I want to tell a story that still remains.

I try to wake them up.

I will to make them see and believe in how good good can truly be.

I learned very early on freedom is the right for us to say what we wish to say.

Anything that you've ever thought.
Has meaning and every dream within your mind exists with in reality as such.

Maybe some day we will not be able to not explain without being misconstrued.

I cast away the shadows of doubt.

Like a stone that skips until it sinks,
But that's not the bottom of it it all.

It's folded so many times
When will we recall?

And If we don't know freedom
All will go without.

Missing the point
I can't cry enough.

Life is the miracle before language drifts away
I needed more,
But I had less to say.

For there's a difference that you cannot see
Words might hurt,
But the mind can try to cope

And I know that it will
In existence we have been given
Existences skill.

But if you start to **** a part of a being
You will be beckoning and elope the soul as it will,
Which has no filter to tell you where to go

Autonomy

You speak freely amongst it all,
But a promise is unruly broken,
In loves name
To those who love cares not to remain.

You can't **** a child into love.
You can't expect your offspring to be apart of your beliefs
For in giving birth you have created a new being
And if I'm left all alone
I rather be alone from z to a
Or any other language
That a conscious being
Would say.

People have to decide for them selves.
I hope that they can comprehend the factors of human lives that can make them understand.

If I, you and we merge with everything,
Tell them all that it was meant to be.
At least I'd like to believe.
Because without a thought the plot is begot
And if "God" the almighty means for our very beings to have its plans.
Then what would I have to say?
I'm sure it wouldn't matter if it was not,
But yet as I write with my ape like fingers out of my human brain that connects with it all,
That is to say,
I'd like to think that a part of the whole is what I am and If I was not then I wouldn't know what...
But, sure, ******* off
And see my sadness grow.
There's no time left to know and to not know.

There's a new year every day from the last that it was,
But even more pressing still
is that every moment is the moment that we live in and reside.

The scars of the past show our times time.
Sure it could be true,
But from the place that I sit I can still find a way to heal.

A way that is new.

Make it up.

Is it as long as the stars remain within our grasps?

A time within time

When we’re hoping and praying that it will last

As I walk across the surface of another planets mass
I wonder still

What keeps me at task?

Is it a thought?
Better yet, an idea?
Or be it a dream to be held?

Why not so?
When all those stars were just reflections of ourselves

Reigniting a new burning passion
To be whole

And in its simplicity
To be told

The complexity of the most intrinsic of goals
To behold

And to hold

Yet held

And further still

To be completely felt

In a poet’s dream
The words dance amongst the emotions seams,
As we peer through the cracks
Of the starlights silver screens imageries

The imaginations quarrel through all possibilities

Our mind’s pick roses until the thorns make our fingers bleed

And with that blood
We spell out
All that we have seen

When we did Look,

Perhaps to some,

A little too deep within the phrases of our light’s realities

And when we all awake to find
The poet dreaming
With worlds behind
The poems beloved verses
For our love’s divine

I can only pray thee
That the poets sublime requiem
Is not left all alone
Within the poet’s

Lonely

Mind.

I’m jealous of the glass you bring to your lips
And that it’s not my kiss
I’m jealous of the bath you bathe in
And how it’s not my loves rain
I’m jealous of your skin
And that I have not yet been so porcelain
I’m jealous of the hugs that I’ve been given
And all those who could not feel our love
I’m jealous of every existence
For it is not the same as mine
My beautiful dove
I’m jealous
I’m jealous and I’m...

What I mean is not to be so mean.

I’m the power of existence being...

I’ll stay safe

Safety Is the world
And withIn all our hearts
Heard

But that is the lie
Fore I remember what it’s like to be alive

I’m jelly

Jello

Hello

Hold me my one

I am a life.

Don’t forget that a heart beats blood.
It was over before it started us.
Our words speak in time for our minds to forget.
Just what our hearts have yet to have bled.

The soul carries.
Humanities been forgot
Turns out it was worth something
Just not worth a whole lot.

One in all
Or all in not

My body resurrects
And kickbacks the cloth
Aside

Three zero five alive
Drugs and marry
Love decides
Hell will reign on those who dived

Dived and yet still
Potion the insanity of a living beings ills

Not yet one worthy to confide

Draw me a—new.

The power within always understands
Its all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, its stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices, the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roam
At my door a stranger, trice timed, yet knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That somethings lie; inevitably so

The power within always understands
It’s all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, it’s stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices; the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roamed
At my door a stranger trice times has knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That something lies inevitably so

Internet usage is like a labyrinth
That leads your mind’s consciousness
Through its projections.

Stimulating,
Yes,
But nevertheless,
One can hardly resist getting lost
Within its intellectual maze.

Can it be used for beneficial means?
It would be near impossible
To find one who’d disagree.

But choose wisely,
You see,
For what entertains
Posthastes
Life’s wastes.

Know when to disconnect,
Or you may find
You spent your entire life’s time
Lost within its never ending
Vortex of distractions.

You’ll become
Just another one
Of the Spider’s flies.

A victim
Caught
Within the World’s Wide Web.