"forsight" poems
He who has yet some and his vision
Unification as his main objective
For he who possessed the depths of forsight Masters his mind by the strength of the truth
The fields of his vision becomes clear
His instincts reflect the magenta colours
His dreams filled with ettitude of radiance His works blinded without no fear
Touching the heartstrings of Unity
He delivers the message of rhythemic harmony
The light within in his hands
Left an immensely powerful presence in one's heart
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Personal happiness applys a standard to move forward.
On a pessimistic note, as it sets a willful mind off track in fear of mistakes,
separation resets our procrastination entitled to self loath for regrets.
You set yourself up for failure.
As we refrain counting back the steps of recreational substance abuse,
it's just asking for counter clock-wise reenactments.
On a positive note, foreseeing a common continuum of false thoughts that manifest as it resets.
A realization amung the powerless cause a brave forsight continued in conduct
to bewilder a disappointment on a controlled lack of ongoing self destruction.
We have to have enough self respect for selfishness to look what's in front and forget what's behind us.
Help is on the way in a matter of how you portray your feelings.
We control it by a friends mission to seek what's missed.
We get over it, with a mother kiss.
Hope for the best is all we can admit.
Hit or miss, love is in us, as we walk the plank of faith.
Like a prom queens gown that doesn't fit or a stain on a wedding dress.
Our imperfections are what made us perfect.
Lazy skills in double vision cause a second opinion.
We call for an ambulance to cure a broken heart we all get in this lifeless jungle we live in.
When the doctor we call for has nothing but a dollar sign with no intentions for a death wish.
We trust this, "why not? What's the worst that could happen believe me bull ****
Trust me and my degree, but in the first stage of having a healthy baby you learn
to trust a crazy sinerio in a **** testing community.
We are raised in this blind sighted society as walking zombies.
One heart beat turned into separation anxiety.
So I drink beer, as I'm always giving out my writings, like a discount on sale.
Like a kitten we pet, I share them and do nothing with it.
I wonder why I feel what I have to say means nothing like a decoration.
When my friends truly relate, with a bottle in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.
I don't know what to do with them in the end of a conversation.
I will say I like what I have to say, but it's just that it goes nowhere.
Just me adding a another selfless crime to reset our minds of how we read in between the lines.
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC
No one will ever know how close you were,
Or how much you hurt
Until you JUST DO IT.
You can't write, stop writing
You can win, stop fighting.
JUST DO IT.
No one else is gonna DO IT for you
And you can never ask them to.
Fear tells me you won't DO IT.
But he's too rational.
Courage says stop thinking.
Because he's scared.
And Forsight never cared.
Go, run now, to the kitchen!
Quickly, before the brain kicks in!
Grab the first thing you see,
Looks sharp enough to me.
No time, to change my mind
JUST DO IT.
This is a job for the bottle.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
We're sleeping with sunburns,
chasing the moon-
need some maps to believe in
and for this curse to end soon.
Modern day gypsies;
leaping to fall-
cameras and mirrors
aint no forsight at all.
Galloping pirates,
stealing for the rush-
our sea is cobblestone
our spirits are crushed.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
Eye Hurricane
Dead Three by Now
Killed By the Force
Of A Sad Wind
Ginger Forsight
Mill For The Tallying
Harnass
Too Many Yessus
Missed Masseur
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC