All this stress that I bench press is senseless..
But the armor called my mind is dent-less,
My strength is relentless, so its life that i resent less,
Claim my words were hurtful, so i sent less,
They say time is money - so I spent less,
The smell of victory is sweet almost scent less,
Still waiting to exhale like Angela - I'm vent-less,
But i wanna succeed more than breathe - I don't need no air
Life's like Jordan when he sparks, just unfair,
Past is foggy never crystal clear but in a sense,
She said I stole her innocence.
And the sin of men are girls with skin like cinnamon,
Then we're friends -
Caress her chin & I begin to sin again
But it was she who fell on knees,
Cause my words were murderous, some equate to felonies,
In plain sight even Helen Keller sees,
The darkness overtakes unexpectedly
But like Inspector Lee - my sue young was too young but still brought out the best in me.

I want to explore you

(Is this what this is?)



I want to hold every inch. I want to graze. My eyes they hunger. My mind tries to satiate my hunger but alas. Nothing imagined can compare. It is only fact. The only fact i know for a certainty.

(Okay, maybe thats a bit of an overexaggeration. But.


Shut up.)

I always end up giving up. Wind up throwing in the towel. Too wound up. Dissatisfaction.

(I almost said insatisfaction. But that would have been incorrect. No no. I am correct. Always. I am me. Me is right. Ha.)

I need to be pleased. Please, please me. Dear god what is going on. Inexplicable feels in places unpredictable. In ordinary actions turned utterly and splendidly extraordinary.

(How cliché.)

Sweet toxicity. Unexpectable, unsuspecting poison in every glance, every look. It holds me firmly with an unrelenting grip that says "there is no such escape from this destiny." And the words are such a pleasure to hear. And i want to hear them over. And over. And over again. And i want it deep and commanding. I want definity in the way that it already is. Who could ask to escape from something such as this. What poor blind fool would willingly give this up. This infinity. This immensity.

No. Not i. Never. I could never deny this. Not now or ever.

I am a happy captive of this place
in life
in which i am present in
at the moment.

Try not to worry. Try not to fret. It's just a little word. It shouldn't lead to debt.
You keep it in your head you let it slip from your mouth.
But do you really mean it? Is that what it's about?
The L word means a lot. I hope that you can see,
because of you it has really effected me.
I want to scream it out. As loud as I can be!
I want you to know you mean more than the world to me.
But times are changing and so has the word.
Now it's said with no meaning, it's just a regular verb.
It's ok I get it. You're leaving for the war.
But you said the L word and then you slammed the door.
You left me in a tizzy. A confused and dizzy state,
when you said the L word in a way of hate.
For such a little word it sure can pack a punch.
That day you took my breath away. I almost lost my lunch.
Tears came streaming down my face as I tried not to scream.
"Why does this feel like a bad dream!?"
I want to believe you, I want you to see. No matter how far away you go, you still mean the world to me.
It's ok I get it! You are leaving for the war. I will save my water works till you are out the door.
When it's time for goodbye I hope you will see. The L word means a lot, especially to me.
So say it from your heart, or don't say it at all. And know no matter what, I'll be here when you call.