window drink
Have i told you lately about Death? You make me whole and having you so far far away makes me yearn for your presence and nothing compares to your company and all your beauty.
Can I close my eyes- see your lips and feel your eyes pierce my heart?
your hair’s so soft-
Death can understand how a man can push forward even through the most difficult of times.
Not sure why i wanted to say these things other just because you drive me crazy- in a good way,
if I’m being honest.
Yours, and you cry mine
death, you know what to say-
it was mistake to enslave me,
she marked me, with her torture
short of breath, my body isn’t sweating, and it’s hard to see
what was going on was nothing to do with self abuse,
how had this all come to be?
murder, rape, these things had never crossed my mind other than, being better than cancer.
it can’t take me down, but my body’s sick
her bite made me melt, and her taste gave me life.
There’s nothing to lose, nothing to gain, there’s nothing waiting for me- Or so thinking to myself allows me to do what it is that happens every other time.
Excuse me,
I read your palm the other day,
excuse me,
thinking about about what to say I read your palm but ended up reading my own.
all by myself
Wanting to listen to somethings
the next lie was approaching but it was truth and it hummed loudly of the truth
it was false it was from the truth that it came it was loud, and it could not be escaped it was thought, inside it was loud it yelled so loud it was silent, but it meant no harm and so it was deadly like so many things, it was natural- Blinded by its power, my malice was exposed- ecumenically dull with intent and blinding with brightness, the strength of its exposure was pain.
Loud piercing sting of pain it relieves the void.
Balance is like a childhood ballet played out in the symphony of past memories-
long since youth was over yet still over and over the reoccurring thoughts recycle the happiness of over
and over
in rhythm and harmony an artificial world creates imperfections
the sweet ending sleep of reality.
We aren’t suppose to mince words and my age allows me to be direct so let it be known
remember that once upon a time your shoes were mine but mine were worn under circumstance,
well time is not forgiving me for my past, presently my actions seem blunt, but there’s a time for the conspicuous. In offense no offense must be taken with being direct- my order of events has come and gone.
Returning to how things happen how things happened there was no sense of confidence that comes from just being and negotiating with how things should be and how things will be slows the process down- it protects nothing and fears everything.
Happily ever after-
On the way to school it was hard to pretend hard to forget of the truth of how things were, shallow waters allowed me to see the bottom and the reflection wasn’t clear but getting closer made me see things.
Seeing things for what their parts were for what they were injected with, the essence of so many other things, failure to concentrate allows you to forget the things you see when last we forgot the drugs were bad and the last time she forgot was in the arms of another day with another person,
robbing all of my possibilities all my actions seemed to force me to act in only one way- the war with reality was constant and it seems that unknown forces push us in the direction we least wish to see us go. Choose sides between evils of different kinds.
She was kind and he didn’t know why…
Involved in her own ways and inverted thoughts he was no part of her she was him and reflecting her self off others gave them the satisfaction of empty beauty.
Freud, and Sartre-
imagine that there was a right and wrong imagine the unthinkable the perfect shape and the knot so, tight. Listen to the voice in your head.
Constant words linger and fade.
Faded, but the loudest are here to stay.
Remember, don’t forget- this is not ` the writing on the wall, this is the reading inside the walls.
Faith in prayers and the words on the piece of paper speak to you,
Flexitol, flex, flexible, and then written in bigger words Loyalty.
To my self, please tell me now, the answers. He said
You know what I’m talking about.
Was there something missing. By the looks of it I can’t understand what your talking about.
You know what I’m talking about.
Do you want to take it internal or just topically. What-
; his creative mode presupposes no body of knowledge external to itself;
corner store
How serpentine is this feeling of existing—
salt and pepper
SENDING MY SELF TO HELL
refusing to see the danger in a situation was a courage that was far gone from the present.
Paying close attention to you, lets go-
she wrote home, a letter- telling him to not worry if everything was planed the situation would be fine
he couldn’t let go of the feelings that he was placing himself in,
rhythm
Certainly things are never the same, changes happen, people change,
“better days” will come and the refusal was standing there- glorious with infinity radiating outwards
Subscriptions and Refusals flirted with one another everyday, talking to each other teasing themselves.
He was done- lived many lives had many bad days but the few good times out weighed all else-
The end is welcomed and who has the courage to leap into infinity, no one
the leap must be a submission-
A submarine mission to seek and destroy, all doubt.
She deceived every truth and conquered deception and made it hers
she had become the serpent just standing there waiting,
I pictured my self at a table, sitting waiting to eat the meal right in front of me.
She was gone and waiting for her, I could see her all around- the diamonds’ bright shine couldn’t blind me. Everybody who wasn’t there was smiling and in the newspapers the story read that they’d gone away- but she had taken him away.
At the same time all the adjectives roamed inside a head and the fire was spitting at everyone. Doing the right thing, feeling the smart and doing what you should do, made everything a little clearer when describing the confidence of faith.
It put some people to sleep- his words his tone about this or that.
Mine was different and at the same time, that thing that you didn’t know you were looking for but has always been two steps ahead of you in life.
It had begun to hurt.
Pain is always new and this pain can only be felt the first time.
Looking for something not knowing what it is your looking for is driving the car on the wrong sense- Can you get to where you need to go?
Not without you, but this is too good to be, to good to be real.
It’s everything you want it to be- just be flexible, Fluid, flux- don’t ask how just ask when-
THE GREATEST MISTAKE YOU CAN MAKE IN LIFE IS TO BE CONTINUALLY FEARING YOU WILL MAKE ONE.
