"i'm sorry. i'm unaware of why i am unable to fall in love with you," his whispers clash like razor blades upon bare flesh.

a life such as mine could only be stemming from the root of false accusations. his, however, a brain full of knowledge, yet not equipped to let it drain from his lips like water dancing along cool pavement, sliding into the depths of a sewer; sliding into the depths of my brain.

isn't it funny? aristotle once believed that the sun revolved around the earth despite the planet's elliptical movements in an orbicular orbit around its beating heart of fire? at the bottom of my soul I have the tiniest hope that some day you will build a contrasting conclusion about the depths of your emotions. but the sad and inevitable truth is, once that day has come where you have built up enough evidence, i might be long past gone.

i mean, people have found ways to map interstellar galaxies and travel at the speed of light to complete distant planets and yet you can't even go such a distance as to explain why your heart doesn't beat in the same intervals as my own.

your sentiment of emotion encapsulated within the larynx, pulsing a steady wall between conscious and unconscious knowingness.

oh, how i wish you would break me down with your words.

There cannot be found a man who places me under more scrutiny than i place myself. Therefore, when i tell you something of myself, do not question its veracity.
Would that this statement were all encompassing,
but for my softening of my own knowing, and for my unknowings of my own blindnesses,
i entreat you, question me, and question me often.

.
In overcrowd of family
I was orphan.  No legacy
Of leftover dream, in shut
Into indifference and colds
Unfounded, of cacophonies,
Egg of unreal yolks cracked,
Where even a heart is mute
Without ear, without touch,
When a soul is overlooked,
Like a shadow in high sun,
With parents, who seethe,
Breaking their own bonds,
In a room free of warmth,
Unbeknownst, harmony,
Let loose from civilities,
Open to rot and curses,
Hollow as any prideful
Automatons bent out
Selfless unknowings
True destructions,
Negating orphan.

It could be, eyes see differently.
That I might not appreciate the same view?
If it is a gaze, fixed, at a distance,
focused on the impossible,
maybe?,.
Or thought, fought inwardly about?,.
Out of reach, league, or,..
Better without?
What the heart stays chained to,
Tethered secretly,
and at great distance,
though to step out?,.
Of the safe places,
out of clear evaluation, a secret,
admiration,..
Dreamed about, infatuated and unspoken,
outside of dreams that are intoxicated, provoked,
streamed and called by the heart,..
Its habit of longing,
watching, imagining,..
the, oh, sensation,..
the simple locking of hands,..
oh, the, shared smiles and confessions with no verbalization.
true love, of two souls, who,...
somehow vibrated in tune,..
out of devine planning, or intervention, if not, at random.
But such, could, never happen for me,..
not lucky enough.
But, am, or will,..
just might.
only if,..
I, Step out?
shed loves shaded shadows, obscurity,..
offering clearly, in front of,..
be the center of that one's unknowing realized,..
be there, I,..
in their laymens yet, appreciative gaze.
becoming focused, dare to and dance,..
not to hint, none less then truthful, the words you use,
have but to let your heart, its knowing,..
express what it wants,..
and, then,...
finally,..
be free of this,..
the unknowing.
Clearly hidden from view, can,.. confront,..
Shall, demand,.. unknowings end.

A bond broken
Is forever torn.
Words left unspoken
Are perceived with scorn.

Why do you still get under my skin?
Writhing, twistingー
Tendrils of tenure,
Of an angel's allure.

With malignant certainty,
You hurt me
And lure me into the dark
Unknowings

Of a man's lie
Against time ill-vied.

What is it I was thinking that day
Memories, have they been bleached
I seek answers but the question is what
From where do these emotions derive
Can someone explain why
Will someone ever recognize me
Help me clear my unsettling unknowings
Guessing can only satisfy me meagerly
For peace I require the full course
Why do even the trees seem to stare
Though I feel the same towards them
Seeming to be secretly replaced
As this land I set my feet upon does
Passion I recall was the epitome of my life
So why do I only sit and ponder about it
Lounging like I'm one hundred years past due
Knowing there's no point in dwelling
But still thinking about these answers
Not knowing the question I want to ask
Laying down I'll think about it
Maybe one day I'll fade back into my reality
So until then
I'll just close my eyes
Just staying on the black transitioning screen
Known as sleep
Until I understand the questions
That my answers so seek
When I open my eyes up once more
I wonder what I'll be thinking of that day

Mostly birth by wine or two pints of lager
by two lie fed unknowings
conceived in mendacity beer goggles aplenty
it only takes seconds and the linage continues
milked in pasteurized myths
grows in houses of cards on foundations of chips
schooled and trained to hear never to think
photo shopped pictures and altered images implanted
their facade of being, semblance without substance
the armies of doers in basement barracks
readily supplied cannon fodders
at their Masters pleasure

No word of what is really real is known
no original truths grace their side by side
we speak for you so please do not bother your little heads
just do as you are told and when's all done
there's plenty of fun awaiting for your stipends
whole heap of packages tailored specially for you
packages for packaged minds in packaged bodies
tell them no truths, feed them freedom of ignorance
child-adults making babies for the conveyor belts
eating daily made-ups to fill empty minds
the do-as-I do's with numbered registered minds
hey! they have power, they have the votes and Democracy