Thursday, December 29, 2011

Resolution of the New Years

To know who you are, you must know what you are capable of. To bend further than the limits of your expectations. These works can be executed if you believe you can. For no one is like you, and no one can create abstract the thoughts or works such as you. For the world may plunder under disbelief if you choose to. Create those steps, and live within those creases, for difficult takes a day and impossible takes a week. You can be that Human who makes a mark on this life, this world, and this generation. Bleed success and pursue accomplishment. These are the things we ought to do. The thing I believe...for i shall do. Amen.

Pushing Clouds

Being away from this sickening hole of corruption that I so desperately love...I can't help but think where i belong. To understand this mind you must be taught by this mind to undergo these thoughts I possess. I could be anyone really, she just could'nt understand me. I could have killed many with the fingers that blend into these keys, that force ever ounce of these juices to flow. I could'nt tell her what I really think. I could only share what I could really do to her. I do love her--
But I also hate her; for not understanding me. But I guess i should blame myself...because i never gave her a chance.
To wheep like a willow underneathe these roots I've been placed in. Not even He could bring me back. I care to love and furrow above the rest of these mountains above skies and sing to those waters about this--
Hero upon rails i smight those figures that bellow out false hopes among fetuses that develope their furture long before birth.
I care too much to watch those fall on their knee's but to reach into my chest and clinch onto my heart to give to those who have pierced it with their knowlege of pain.
How could one be like me?
To hollow out to those that mean nothing upon the books that describes these monsters as our brothers.
I walk a fine line that bleeds water underneathe my feet.
Head held low to catch the breeze that smoothes my chin.
To the lights that write a black and white picture for me to sing--
To close my eyes and imagine you were there--
I'm I not lost?...crazy may be the word...
But sometimes, crazy people have a nack for destroying things to make beauty out of the disorder.
So I'm still in search for this light...amoung other things...false hope.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Eyes on Fire

How could this feeling cycle into this recreation of this exsistence I call life. I thought i left you there for the dogs to devour--
But here I stand crying for more pain...
To beg for more of this love that lusts for my attention.
With my feet in my flame, this is all I ever wanted--
With this love that i have lost and gained, this feeling must go away.
Soon he will be waiting in vain, I have moved towards the life i have always dreamed of.
To be reborn, and life-like to this furture that draws me towards this motion of gravity--
I climbed, I ran, I dodged to where Happiness was buried.
With a shovel to dig with more than what my hands can manage.
I drop to my knees--
Its not over...I must keep moving, you must live again Happiness.
To belt out with eyes that catch on fire...

You must Live again

Monday, October 31, 2011

November

If it could only be that voice that is not of one, but one of many. I could carry the sound of that voice to this place i know so well.
Its beneathe the lung that breathes and the liver that shivers for its feast upon this voice that echoes amoung his body. I could love such a being. But a being that could be loved as though he were a beast of many.
Running scared of this cause, im latent to his heart and plungent to his mind. I could be to him as a rose on the snow that has beauty breathing out from its thorns to caputure one.
And to tear his flesh; the beloved that drips the red that is unseen to this sactum.
Like red rain drops to the door of this holy place. I not yet ready--
But ready to hold the hand of this sollitude.
What shall i seek, for he is here and devoted.As for another, he seeks the comfort of the soft and timid. I shall not be there, but be as i may dwell ...to good fortune and lust for this body I quiver in this house of the knowing. To be taken yet again by vow.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

John

In the black, i spoke to John...And the world had gone cold in his mind.
I didnt change in his mind
I had kept him warm...
John held my hand in desire for my heart and more.
His hands were little but he grasped like a Man
His embrace held me in the world i wanted to be in.
I was finally accepted in his eyes.
John was his name, but it was all fowl play.
As he arose to keep the calm
Another took his place.
In return I was stolen by another.
But i was not yet done with this life. For John had kept me alive.
So I kept him here in my heart as I kept the other in my pocket.

The Trail He Left Behind

I went to sleep-
There was a place in the world with a big black hole that closed at the mouth of the open.
I stepped into the light and began to dance in the moment of this release. I found my Love and he touched in kissed the the horizon of my sun and I followed his want up these stairs.
A disagreement had arose as my mother did oppose, to have had this love from the start.
She yelled and bellowed out the sound of hate and misery.
To be such a tyrant, i twisted her head and left her there to subside with my reason.
I Love who i love and this Love is all that i wanted.
But as i awoke he left in a haste leaving me in this place that could only displace his words with the road tracks he left behind.
I sat in the carrier and passed a dog that was half black and white.
This mother of my dear, looked down upon my feet and closed the door behind me.

I awoke-
And thus, it came true.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Future Thinking

Im in love...
But im in love with-
Him

I'am his life and his light that carries above all. Why? I never asked for such a title. But i live there.
I'm in Love with him-
Yet, I think of He...

He is my dream and my future and my way of life and prosperity. But I do not love him...yet

Him-
The one that carries a low heart and swallows death to embrace his fate. The negative surrounds him, but Iam the light.
I carry his flame for passion and embrace. I keep him alive for his heart, i have taken.

Him-
The one who walks with my heart in is throat, and speaks of myths that only his tongue believes. But his soul is decieved by this truth that kisses his hand-

But He..brings new light and awaits for my arrival, there He stands with open arms and a clear mind for happiness and Love.

He could love me
I could love He at first sight. But will We ever be?
It is by choice or by chance..life will lead Us togther.

As for Him...I see only death in his path, in which he will only take me.
Our Love is strong and there we stand. The grim matter of this heart...

I Love two men...yet there can only be one who over comes it all-
By Lust and by Love
By Love and by Hate
By Life and by Death
By Sickness and by health
By Richer or for Poorer

Death do us never part...
She shall marry ONE-

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

More than a Friend

You know that feeling you get after being silentley rejected by someone you keep thinking about...not that you have or anything. But its like hoping for the best and anticipating on there being something more between the two of you. Trying to make the imagines in your mind a reality, those times of laughter and embraces that hold so much emotion. Ha, something I dont know what to do with, but to hide and hope the right person knows how to organize it all. I'm just left here sitting and hoping that things will make a way for the better. Because, i could really use more than a friend.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

This Thunder

This thunder that hear...
Is only the begining of possible factors that result from this cloudy sky. A flash of light that speaks to the wind that bellows underneathe this air I live in. Who could compare the surprise that will give birth to these wet tears from the sky. Have I done wrong by following my heart? Or have i simply gone to the surface route of the common, to get out of a burning problem? What ever the case, these skies mirror my life as if i had written a letter to the heavens. The deeper my heart swollows the pain, the less reaction to this action hinders these rain clouds to release. Maybe it was for the better...because i can say that I breathe easy now. I sleep naturally now. As if my heart beated differently, or i exhaled a certain way, to make me a dreamer of particluar things. Surely the thunder will come. And the rain will fall. But when I sleep upon these thoughts of this heart, maybe, just maybe...I did the right thing for once.

Not Responding





The river bound touch of hate that runs through my soul to teach me a thing or two about that word called

Love…

It’s your enemy,

It’s your caged bird that sings to mock you,

Its that never ending four-letter connection that sets you free…

To let you fly off the ground and touch the clouds that breathes water and air…

To be able to count to three and run back to your fantasy of the one who gave you a Curse…

And

A

Blessing to feel—

Hate—

Love—

All in one bounded torso of life and bones to form more of what is created to make—

That enemy in You…

Feel free to Respond—

Or

Lye beneath the mesh of life to cancel your calling, and pierce the words that flow in red To

Not Respond


Cradle will Rock





Why does my anger harbor me in a cradle of flames?

I want out—

But he won’t let me—

I’m in love with the flames I’m in—

Enlightened by his touch…

I want out—

Gravitated by his pull…

Out is now in—

And forever more will his fire dwell in me.

My own perpetrator that penetrates my thoughts—

My Demon…But his Lover

How deep will this fiery cradle rock?








We are all Thieves




Crooks creep at the belly of the beast, to take part of a scandal that is not true. To only bend and grab for the existing and fend for theft, but not truth. More than very few hide the natural feeling of taking. But we do these actions on account of what is ours or the others. Thinking is never the process of what we take—

Maybe if I slipped into the back window to take your dreams or perhaps your soul would you care? Welcome me in to what you do. Cheer the kind heart that lies beneath the stone of remorse. Remember what you have done. There would be no going back if you had not taken, slaughtered my sense of the knowing. What it would feel like to have what is now lost to me. It’s too late. We are all thieves. Take my kindness and I’ll exchange it for weakness. Keep my sensibility; I have more where that came from. Take everything I have left of me and I promise the heavens from the sea to the wind that blows between the trees, my soul will reincarnate within what was taken, to what was found in the sworn truth of the existing—

I will steal back what was mine… I will steal back what was mine…

Or simply take from—

Truth?


August Rush

I step into a world eyes closed. My world
that knows me as the wind comes to burrow
my soul, clenched by the wind so cold; sorrow-
Slipping against the touch of the wind that hurled.
Cold as the air had licked movement, i pearled.
Pale am I, shivery realm, black morrow,
Time pauses it domain, leaves fall furrow.

Decay in sight, no time can grasp my air.
Reaching and surrounded by black i live.
Steps of light had bent forth into meet thee.
Leaving leaves strangled and release and tear,
relief woes my essence to feel; give.
Light shines, leaves blow, and thy reaches cold, free.

He Lives

How could i ever seek refuge in you...
This problematic situation stems from the depths of my unknown.
The roots that mend and tangle within this time of light called liquid amoung my surface.
Drowned and submurged in the bellow of the beast, who are you to speak of such speech?
Captivated in my own captivity, it was the sound that curessed my
soul for lust.
Crawling between this fortress of this corpse that embodies me,
I grow strong.
Find me twisted in the black, and carved into his arms. I
grew patience there and for that, i seek his refuge. To build upon the lost and to prey for the criminals; i believe we are all thiefes.
I could count the blessings of my sorrows and to sow my chest back together from the bullets of trust and love that had forsaken me.
So where could he be?
The raw that has
betrayed me.
Forever lost in his soul to mirror my own faults that have driven me-
I could be as it may, but a lie in progress, or live as it may be...time and in this space-
Mortified in this situation and birth my deceit-
The choice is forever my path towards the hells of the rightious...
He still lives in me.

Til Death Do Us Never Part



I NEED TIME; HE NEEDS TIME-

WE NEED EACH OTHER BECAUSE WE

WERE DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER

BUT IF ONE LEAVES SOMETHING THAT IS

NOT THEIRS-

WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE

ME?


ME?

NOWHERE DOESN'T THIS STAY

IS MINE

THIS IS WHERE I STAY

CHAOTIC TO BE CLOSE

BROKEN TO BE NEAR BEACAUSE WE WERE NOT

WE WASTED TIME; SHE LINGERS TIME


NOBODY SAID DENIAL WAS EASY

BEACAUSE YOU CAN'T TRUST SOMEONE WHO THINKS ONE IS CRAZY

SO TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE AND YET THIS LOVE IS FORGOTTEN

BETWEEN ME AND HE


PICKING UP THE PIECES OF WHAT MAY BE-

WE KNOW WHAT WE MUST-

BUT SELFISHNESS HOLDS OUR HEARTS


-NEVER TO LET GO


-BUT TO HURT


-TIL DEATH DO US NEVER PART