Whisper to me softly so that I might hear you. Appreciating me the way I appreciate you. I'm not seeing what I want. I must pace myself closely so that I might reconcile the contradictions within myself. Fundamental pieces that all must fit 99.99% of the time. I know that this is not a mistake. I understand completely how full the bag is. Everyday I am aware. Don't lose grip to what you hold dear to your truth.
I want to sing. I want to bang my head to very loud music.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Baseline to a Memory
Creepin' lightly over to punish the wet seams of your pants. Afraid of what you're capable of. I lie there awake quickly while you climb into bed.....I catch my breath and ask you what you're doing...."coming to bed - why?" "I didn't know what you were doing."
Lost plenty of sleep in these days while over there. Still losing sleep over here. Afraid of what I might be saying while I sleep next to a fading memory. Amazed that I haven't spent that dollar yet. Unusually free by doing what is not always right. It contains the fluid that moistens the bridge to between you and me. I try to remember why I jumped so high....to catch something I'm sure that I saw. I suppose that I could be wrong though. I never said that I was always right. That wouldn't be very human of me.
Surely there has to be a reason for all of this discomfort. I find it annoying to breathe sometimes - lately anyways. I have discovered parts of me that I never knew existed in me. It's good to see that I am not old and dusty. Great to see that I can still grow.
Frustration for the time that it will take to de-burden myself of foolish thoughts. I must make an agreement with myself to attain a certain level of awareness that doesn't allow anything to cover it up or create an illusion. THE ILLUSION.....the illusion that scares me. The one that follows me everywhere I've been going lately. Must be honest - Sorrow is hard to swallow. And yet I crave the moment that I experience in.
Lost plenty of sleep in these days while over there. Still losing sleep over here. Afraid of what I might be saying while I sleep next to a fading memory. Amazed that I haven't spent that dollar yet. Unusually free by doing what is not always right. It contains the fluid that moistens the bridge to between you and me. I try to remember why I jumped so high....to catch something I'm sure that I saw. I suppose that I could be wrong though. I never said that I was always right. That wouldn't be very human of me.
Surely there has to be a reason for all of this discomfort. I find it annoying to breathe sometimes - lately anyways. I have discovered parts of me that I never knew existed in me. It's good to see that I am not old and dusty. Great to see that I can still grow.
Frustration for the time that it will take to de-burden myself of foolish thoughts. I must make an agreement with myself to attain a certain level of awareness that doesn't allow anything to cover it up or create an illusion. THE ILLUSION.....the illusion that scares me. The one that follows me everywhere I've been going lately. Must be honest - Sorrow is hard to swallow. And yet I crave the moment that I experience in.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Love is not Blind
Breaking the force that has been holding me in this corner. Love has forever corrupted so many souls. Blinding them from seeing the true beauty of surrendering ones own heart. There is a lesson to be learned from a breaking heart. If you are strong enough you will be able to see that it doesn't matter how many times your heart has been broken you will heal and have a greater understanding to what it means to truly love.
I believe that you must love at least several times in a lifetime to be able to completely cherish your true work in love. There is a course that we all embark on that which you must follow to earn your hearts desire. You should never stop at one place and regret and sit in turmoil. As humans we are constantly learning and growing and in love we must learn and grow from too. I know that it is hard - harder than we would like to deal with at times. However, there is always a lesson, knowledge to gain, courage to move forward. If you don't then you will stay in your own purgatory.
I believe that you must love at least several times in a lifetime to be able to completely cherish your true work in love. There is a course that we all embark on that which you must follow to earn your hearts desire. You should never stop at one place and regret and sit in turmoil. As humans we are constantly learning and growing and in love we must learn and grow from too. I know that it is hard - harder than we would like to deal with at times. However, there is always a lesson, knowledge to gain, courage to move forward. If you don't then you will stay in your own purgatory.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Pressing Time
Pressing my time against the hour glass. Punishing thoughts that decay the youths abundance. Listening to the crying winds around me; hearing them scream out to me in distress. I hide beneath the stars and wait for a minute. Leading myself to you blindly. I follow you down the path of ripe pleasures. Frequently looking behind me, waiting to see the aura of sight. Slipping away from all surreal bindings that have given false pleasures to loves past. Sucking up the fumes that keep my fire burning; I am precious in your heart.
Thrusting towards the emptiness of blackened passageways. Waiting for a glimpse of light to lead me back to the moment of indestruction. Riding the waves until I reach the edge of the waters. Seeing past the most unfulfilled times that I thought would be fulfilling. Trying to persuade time to follow me to where I want it to follow. Laughing as it foolishly does what I want it to do. Using my finger to coax it gently to my next destination of passion and play.
Thrusting towards the emptiness of blackened passageways. Waiting for a glimpse of light to lead me back to the moment of indestruction. Riding the waves until I reach the edge of the waters. Seeing past the most unfulfilled times that I thought would be fulfilling. Trying to persuade time to follow me to where I want it to follow. Laughing as it foolishly does what I want it to do. Using my finger to coax it gently to my next destination of passion and play.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Dissipating
For most a memory is always fading...fading into the distant realm of security. My art is in this. If you can comprehend what this recolection is you will be able to see inside my soul. Seeing is NOT always believing...Believing in what you feed on is sometimes what it takes to see.
Friendly curses are pleasant when you bleed into me. Setting fire to my wild fire. I breathe deeply, taking this all in. Into what I need to become to become whole with the purity of freeing myself. How interesting you may admire the wealth of thought.
I amaze the process of overcoming self centered in you. Penetrating the sound waves; waves of time within your soul. Blessing the moment of truth with your dirty mouth.
Feeding all the elements of curiosity for the temporary feeling of lust. Busy to notice the novice penetration of your happy ending.
Friendly curses are pleasant when you bleed into me. Setting fire to my wild fire. I breathe deeply, taking this all in. Into what I need to become to become whole with the purity of freeing myself. How interesting you may admire the wealth of thought.
I amaze the process of overcoming self centered in you. Penetrating the sound waves; waves of time within your soul. Blessing the moment of truth with your dirty mouth.
Feeding all the elements of curiosity for the temporary feeling of lust. Busy to notice the novice penetration of your happy ending.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Thrust
The overwhelming rush of sensation has been miscarried. Rushing out of me as quickly as it flew through me. Happy about this discovery; still watching for a tidal wave of energy to penetrate my skin. Feeling drought and discomfort; I am parched. You sold my couriosity to the wind where I became dust. The maddness I crave is no longer lingering on the tip of my finger. The reality of this has become my sanity; brushed between the idea of it all.
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