Any meaning comes from the mind
A person, place or time
Painting, belonging or song
How one values a dollar
Many people will tell you
Some holding as much evidence as a scene of a criminal investigation
Do you not see the beauty in it?
It is still up to you to believe them!
And the way that you perceive the situation is entirely weighted on your shoulders
I must say it sounds easily done although on the contrary, us as beings are the only ones who find it quite the difficult task to perform.
We forlorn to create and make; a few give, most take. So simple turned complex, seeking convenience by great measures.
I for one think the microwave has links to your brain; to why you think the way you do, instant gratitude.
Instead of any attempt to adapt or adjust, humans try to fix and cover up
Weak minded creatures we are, similar to the theory of Jigsaw*
The difference between reflex and instinct? It sure does make you think
I live in my own world for if not I would be in another's.

Spectacular fall of all that had risen
Embrace the non-worthy and expect the unforgiven
Bleed into me as if your life has withered
Exorcise your dreams because they are forbidden
Request information for if not it will be forgotten
Tranquil release of apple cores rotten
Higher faith of answers hold only more questions
**** the past and its mysteries
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She shudders at the world
reality as a whole
has recoiled into nothing more than walking corpses
confused in their role
to think about a particle and how it correlates to a soul
or how the wind decides a direction to blow
it all computes if you are open
possess the will to try and try again
for you fight your own battle and love from within
and acknowledge what is sin to begin

I am perfect
Played out by guys who claim they are not worth it
Reclusive beings carrying flaming torches
Caving from inside forces
Seeking outward for answers that lay within
Judging one by anothers sin
Dream of what could have been
Reveal that which is sentimental as kin
Save yourself from this obscene
Rob us both of the American dream
Disbelief of weakened minds
Steadily researching past times
Unwind into me
My theory of string
Higher with each swing
On a playground of relief

For about five minutes there I was ******* fuming
Insecure and hurting with mixed emotion
Until I felt my heart in its openness beating slightly under my chest
Break, slay, penetrate, evade
You may play a role in a devilish game
And I will still be here quite the same
Happy as before with just a little less hope

I had a dream as Martin Luther King, but my vision was blacker than his skin. Depression is omnivent by my own kin, manipulating my feelings by their self-centered sins. I need to get away, break the chain... For else all I shall sport the bitterest of grins as my mother did.

Relentless poetry holds words of meaning
Some perceptive whilst others deceiving
There is a clarity in you underneath the overcast of misleads
I am only aware by the pattern you breathe
Mistook me for regular but I am a positive being
I could have taken you higher than the tallest of ceilings
But I was not ready so the feeling was a mask
That pushed me beyond the limits of my past

A silent breeze until it embodies leaves
To create gentle laughter amongst the tiny green beings
Met with the melody of a mockingbird's song, perched upon a thin beam as it travels along
Across a shallow field that cannot hide its creatures from their fiends
Underneath an eagle's wings, a rabbit screams

Soft, smooth petals
dry out and fall
texture turns to paper
in to nothing at all
but matter is energy,
energy is all.
Therefore, you live on
least where we sing, write and draw.

I believe in you
At a loss in your dream
Battle galactic against the oblique obscene
So for every rest
May you think of me
And obscure the Earth
Of maniacal deeds

The tips of my fingers yearn
to read the brail of your bumps
as they rise to my touch.
I am chilled
a warmth radiates through your skin.

Each awkward and imperfect curve of my body
conforms so precisely to yours
all is blurred
but the raging of our heart beats.

I crave you, though I do not know who
far from perfect, I am too
do you seek me
I have quested for you
for now we stand undone, in two.

I prefer for you to lay inside of my head
Dreary lyrics forthcoming a shake of the head
The constant pasted within my head
Brewery of destruction sleeps in my bed
Although slightest of touch conveys in my head
Dread of which you have dreamt about
Portray above any doubt
You deem over my stars
All that seemed placid
Human dreams surpassing mars and all that once seemed alien
Imagine a being up to par
The more the may be merrier
For you are my wish
Pray to a God that I have the strength to carry you

Your voice rests inside of my head
A bell rings in my ear
Mumbled jumble of sorcery
None of which is clear
Yet somehow I find a trust for you
As if your love has always been near
But I have realized you are none other
Than the rest of men I hold dear
So whilst you lay in your garden
As you wait for me to approach
Broach of all that was evil is now a slit your throat
For every flail cuts deeper
Expelled by a choke
Protruding man-spoken boundaries hold such a feminine note

No care at all
Take it.
****** before
Who doesn't?
Gritting teeth
Splitting headache
Reoccurring
Mother, lover, whatever...

Remain present
post melancholy past
tangible chill
charaded memory
mind capacitated
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The rise of the Sun brings forth a new day
no greater opportunity than dawn
inner beings are courageous creatures
ability to forgive and let live
captivating essence of another
let us break down the concept of love
humanity as a whole
just as every individual soul is self-shackled
not one existence may be in the same
to be set free of superficial bounds
whilst time and possession are misconstrued

Do you want to die tonight? Are you willing to fight? To writhe and wither away, though you try with all of your might? Will you suffocate from fright? By all means attempt to save your own life, one loves to watch anothers' strife.

Her elbows rest upon a window pane whilst a longing face reflects in the tinted glass
Intensified drops pitter patter echoes from their weight when crashing into and within every surface
Take away the surplus and our time is still terribly spent, although for the most part we tend to spend it well.

In the cusp of your hand you hold her mind of gold
slightly dinged and tarnished
often overlooked for brass
nonetheless, she shines.
Stimulate frequencies that had been put to rest
excavate and bring forth buried thought
whilst you playfully unravel compromised secrecy
a love intellectually seeking you
her heart is already in your pocket.

I suppose it is not true as it always is
A lifetime of finds to live and let live
Multitudes of perspectives begging to forgive
I would rather have a grave to dig
I am ****** up in the head
And I know this since my mother inspires me to write
About death and fights and poltergeists seeking my soul to feed their fires

What you have done before is what is killing you now
Fuckery within ones ******* self
You deserve this ****, you miserable filth
And you gained it all upon free will
****** decisions that have lead you here

Press sweaty palms
jump picket fences, cut across lawns
our bodies pound as the adrenaline pumps
overwhelmed by our endorphins
you pick your speed up
I follow you
four flailing legs
carrying bits of blades of grass
hoping to steal a ride on our greatest of expeditions.
We want to get out of this town,
disappear from our past
you and I will burn this city down and dash.

Remember the thirst of your tongue
the need to dispose of what was not wanted
now feel your mouth
deserted as mine when you were my last drop of water.

Sip a glass of white Zinfandel
******* sand paper strung-out love.

Lovers quarrel
spiral towards tragedy
eyes are forward
heart traded place with body
propped against a hallowed tree
all of you that I seek is your silence
to rest in our quiet
dreams turned violent
underlying the abyss of your malevolence
quest for a chest to rest my head upon again

Two lines entertwined
Surely time should have been taken
All that was divine has fallen
To the light in your iris'
A lie unspun

The prettiest of things have a wash of black
there is a beauty in the dark
shadows favor your lining
fallings have left their mark
for her skin is light, soft and sweet
but wrists, hips and shins
hold pigments of brown
though none is tainted as her heart

You seem to hold traits most unique
A character described as magnificent
Salvaged out of the desperate perceived as insufficient
Peacefully pacing by with mind on your own your business
My peripheral vision caught sight right as it had slipped.

I looked over and beyond your shoulder
past the hills and into a far off valley
I saw two figures dancing happily
whos image could this be?

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the wind as it picked up
in the pockets of air I could hear their laughter
traversing over the land
they hold hands then break away
their space between is night to day
but they are so close.

Shades of brown cover their faces
brunette hairs wisp in the breeze
the length of one is lesser than the other
I realize this is a man and woman
playful in their harmony
a picture of you and me.

I like to write when I smoke and drink
Words flow without need to think
I can rant, and not give a single ****
Of how I'm perceived
Or if I'm believed
For my feet are upon another ground

Each time a garden blooms
We tend to prune too quickly
And every lovely petal falls
What was wanted along by the ones not
Patience is a supposed virtue
But is unnecessary when the feelings are mutal
To meet one of your kind is most unusual
I just may be delusional to wicked schemes
Unawaringly wrapped up in fantastical dreams
Although having been around your character of being
I have some subtle reason to believe
Doubt that which is normally seen
Removed from the picture of reality
Instead placed in front of technicality
Physically attracted to how you mentally challenge me
In such a way you have become my surroundings

Fallen beside a river
Lifted by a stream
Guided by an illusion
Dragged into a dream
Awoken by the anger
Broken self esteem
I tried to be your comfort
But it wasn't meant to be

Believe in me, only to believe in something more than I will ever be. When I see you I swear it feels like I see more than anybody else sees. I promise you that I will be more than you ever could have dreamed of and if you trust in me, I will lead you to lands never explored. You may see the pity in me and all of my forthcomings, but if you bleed as any other human you do have the compassion whether or not you equip it in good fashion. I think of you, every so often though I know I am forgotten. My hope is still there, waiting on a non-existent prayer to answer my rebelled requests.

I once felt a certain way
A feeling never meant to stay
Occurred when in array
Mind game played like a ******* crusade
The time where one once strayed
A journey with the decayed
Follows you to your grave
At least now you have grown

You are supposed to hurt
it is better that you cry
you are here to love again post script.
Break her heart.

Do it,
destroy a small piece of her pride.

It is worth it.

You will both be wiser
strive for greater, love kinder

And just like she hurt you, and I hurt him
and he hurt me, and you will hurt her...

Be cruel, for you hold a sense of satisfaction
but you see the eyes in where you are enchanted
we all heal with time

All that I see in your eyes
are a reflection of mine
As we walk spiraling paths
down and upwards in time
Worlds of words
slip in between the lines
Old and new journeys
continue and begin to unwind
Cracks and crevices
offer silver linings
The absence of light
transfigures into shining
To breathe life into a dream
entails subtle alchemy
Exhale that which lies with you
and inhale all that is me

Feet wet in morning’s dew
Fiery ascent engulfs my mind and eyes view  
As gold pours around and in between
Each green leaf of every tree
Magic is cast upon all earthly beings
The air fills with song from feathered bosoms
Telling tales of last nights dreams
Natures melodies settle into a sweet,  sticky harmony
Dripping content over top of crowns
Return to the Source that waits to be found

Exhale to release your woes
into my open arms
my soul beckons yours
to come out and play
with our hearts
your echoes have traveled miles
ring within my head
attempt to curl a smile
but break down instead..

Inhale as to breathe me in
rest assured, you hold a friend
Fall moon, hung low
over your September sky
to bring forth the hazel tint of your eyes.

I think of you from time to time
rhyme about how two souls once shared the same playground
I still hear your thoughts common as any other sound
sense the weight of your gaze
dreams of how it could have been
emotions are tortured by your sins
long for closure
though I know I am soon to give in

I thought I looked far and wide
But beaches and swamps are low lying
Inclination to higher heights
I’ll meet him up in the sky

We’ll hike the trails and leave them behind
Vale to summit, explore each side
360 views or a place to hide
Full of wonder and delight

Feathered friends sing songs overhead
Tunes from the rooftree
Whilst we lay upon a Forest bed
Tasting fruit, nuts and bread

Air beneath our wings and dancing feet
Camper van & a picturesque house on land
Following our dreams
We’ll fall into each other’s hands

Home is in the heart, connect to source
Divine playful flow of life force
To be still in silence, awakened
Maintain mindfulness, peacefulness
Mountain Man

His voice holds a harmony
every word he sings
his sonnet lifts her head above the clouds
whilst his music fills her ears
his lyrics touch her heart
serenaded by his vows.
His voice is that as always,
but his melody is for her.

I would like to think of forever,
but I know that dreams are sold
bonds untie and lies unfold
because when a spirit breaks it ignites the soul.

Fair and fine
One of a kind
Not what is sought after
A piece of a whole
Refusal to grow
Taunting, cackling laughter
Nectar of fruit unable to juice
Tree of pear unable to bare
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Oh, boy.
I want to read your mind
swim down to your deepest of thoughts
assist your understanding
as you would for me.

May I?
Break down the fort you built
like the ones made out of couch pillows
when we were kids.

I wish,
I could spell your name amongst the stars
then you might see
constellations of yours, buried inside of me.
Every breath of yours I stole
was reborn inside my soul, a rose.

My sun,
during the night I wait for your light
and all that you shine on me.
In my sleep I dream of you
rising from behind the sea.

I, too
have a light
although derived from you
your rays reflect upon my skin
I am your moon.

A smile sculpted to break hearts
They fell in love and then fell apart
Carries memoirs of the past, mostly dark
Desperate to finish what she did not want to start

Living, breathing fantasy
Imagining reality
To believe is to see  
Full circle, spiraling

This love of mine
The precious light that shines through me
And through that love I was born
I am love and love moves me
As the sun brings the dawn
Birthing love into this world
My heart is forever young

If I could paint you a picture
It would be pretty and bright
With sights to see, people to meet, places to go
But if I were to show you the real me
It would be haunted forests of hollow trees with phantoms and poltergeists that infest your dreams
But if someone were to paint a picture for me
I would want it to be filled with all kinds of things
That make them real and keep them whole
When all they have are broken pieces to show
Regret and mistakes they’ve made for the third time in a row
Between compassion and empathy they’ve been confused in their role
I’ve laid in the same hole I’ve dug more than I’ve been constipated trying to take a ****
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I’d rather talk to this piece of paper
Well, it’s 2018 so I’d rather not **** trees
Because hippies are cool
Not really, they ****.
I’m just a spoiled brat
So I’d rather type into my iPhone 8 Plus
Than talk to wall
And my first be bruised and ******.

Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
I do but I don’t
I will but I won’t
I want to be
Alone
On my own
All by myself
With room to roam
Alone
No phone
Or any app that I can download on it
No where to go
No growth
Or prosperity to show
Because I’m never alone

Is it getting darker?
Is it getting colder?
Why do I feel this warmth?
Is this the embrace that I have longed for?
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