Wether in the same place amongst the stars
Or veiled in a reality away
Vexing and churning futures from a far
Indiscernibly so, yet kept at bay

A beauty still that marks time’s passages
Awaiting till we can breathe the relief we seek
I sought answers within the messages
I looked deep with in and I took a peek

known words do fall short; descriptions falter
The mind’s order displaced to understand
This can not be faked, nor lies can cover
The answer never fades and is at hand

Reality proves itself flawlessly
While Being known indiscriminately

The tendrils of time
Grip every part of my being
They keep me together and lead me on
I follow along between the journey of growth towards the light
And the path set forth within the mighty given mind

An over cast home that houses the soul
In relation between the spirit and man
I find within allegories that can withstand
As long as I have
Existence's helping hand within my grasping hand

On this platform
I brave the weary hearts storm
A drift amongst the sea of troubled words

Hoping for a life preserver to be spared
One that will carry me to safety
With the entire crew in tow

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

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

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

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

I feel as though I have a paper heart
And every time I write my would be mind's love on it
It scratches under ink tip's pen
And bleeds with no resolve

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

How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth

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

Most of my life is lived through the window's pane

And it's misery

But every once and a while

When I feel good

Its like a lamp post in the darkness

And that's the path

That leads to a home

Amongst all the lonely roaming

And a little more than you would have ever expected

Isn’t it always true?

That life was something we always experienced a new

The entire world could die today

And I don't think I'd shed a single tear

Although, the entire world could be born today

And I think that I might cry

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

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

Read right back

It has become well aware to me

That all life is me talking to myself

Amongst all the assaults and loves

Here we are

Telling ourselves

What we want to hear

No one died for my sins

Nor did they ever need to

If you ever needed a friend

I'll be right here

But there's no guarantee that I'll like you

Even if I love you

No one wants to see themselves die,
but,
yet,
here we all are taking our own pictures.

Just by looking at these words
I impress myself upon you

A cop-out?

Something imaginable to say
Something intelligible

We are one
Why would you try to deny
What you are?

Untitled

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

Normal people aren't anxious and explaining their existence’s to everyone else wholly within their own mind’s. Most people don't do that. Some people do. I'm one of those people.

The abnormal fantasied reality within my conception plays exciting and often scary acts with peaking and valleying performances within. It's not real; however, I am real, so in a way it is. At least to me. And it's a reality that I face and must tame daily in order to be seen as “normal”. What ever the **** normal means anyway. Sometimes I want to run away and other times I'm too fatigued by trying to care. In stark contrast to when I get caught up in the whirl wind of passion and ideas and I want them to be tangible so bad that I sit and create. The mind loses focus. I look away for a second to make something else... That is if it's not another one of those times that I become so burnt out from the fires of present tasks of building the unreal into the real that I regress.

But I digress.

When I look back at what I've done, and it just seems like a distant memory becoming more and more distant with every passing moment of observation I can't help but get the stirring feeling to get caught up in the whirl wind once more and make a new idea. A new passionate thought forms and the creations can't help but take place. The moment is really the only thing I know for sure. It's not a dream it's as real as being awake, or at least I'd think that until it too becomes just another one of those distant memories; another one of those things amongst all things.

But perhaps I'm just projecting...

Senses; those funny things. Almost as funny as the mind that decodes their meanings. The human presence. The spirit within. the very soul. Like mine that has seemed to ache more than it has not ached. I look at all the things, big and small on the place where I currently reside in the universe that houses me. “Relative,” says one man. “Frequency,” says another. People say a lot of things. Especially to one another. What else would understand? Let alone who? Do you even understand you? I'd ask. A dog would pant, and I'd pat its head knowing all to well that we both got the meaning. So easy to try and do. So difficult not to. And if I changed the positions of the subjects it would be equally as true.

But that’s just the moment now as it would have it...

Like the gentle moth drawn towards the flame
Even as it’s eye’d wings begin to ignite
It cannot help but to flutter maimed
On wards, searing in the heat of the light

Making alas; night breaks into the day
The morning star peeks o’re the horizon
It’s sights become scattered in such a way
That nothing is missed, going forth; anon

Yesterday evening’s candle of the past
Sits dried, once alive; liquid pool of wax
Rests easy within it’s blackened burnt glass
Wick dwindled to unlightable black ash

And in lieu of all the death that surrounds
The energy, I’m assured, has no bounds...

If I write misery you'd eat it up,
you'd chew until you couldn't chew,
you'd swallow wouldn't you?

When I write love you have none,
you just become to what you succumb,
several takes away from dumb.

I could chalk it all up to beauty,
but the score board will tell what's there
even without your interventions.

It knows even if you don't.

No one will ever read every note I’ve ever wrote,
nor think every thought I’ve ever thought,
but when I say to you not to look onto your life with hate,
but to find the love that you deserve;
I hope you hear my hope.