My real name

new times divide the friends we once held dear

triangles are weird and statements are flawed meta.

When had all these rules been established, how had we known to ask one another permission?

He was close and she was his closest friend.

With both of them sharing- there feelings were left to others.

When they were young they wrote to one another, when they were some of another class, they said they

would never have the chance to be together.

Amidst another friendship, desire was placed first-

desire called at night and left messages

when you don’t answer, the late night will be followed with close observations-

he said she didn’t matter, not anymore, not because she was bad just because he was done-

he wanted more desire and its abandoned forethought.

He said he didn’t care and she made him care, she found her way deep into his heart and placed me there to infect and oxidize the living desire-

to not be with her was emotionally depleting, she said she would see me later, and

this time the end will be my doing to leave you alone and that’s better because feelings for someone your not allowed to love feels wrong for a good reason.

She told me in the end, it would end sloppy.

My desire persisted and it made me sad, that to feel closer it would take letting go first.

Worshiping- of the present and how we never came so close,

as in the end of the beginning.

Bromus ramosus

helps you to determine what

to do with your life, when you

are undecided about which

path to takewild

this is what it had to be, no other way than the way it was

the equation,

he interrupted everyone all the time, just to blurt out the one thought inspired from what he had just heard, it’s just a story put into a situation

it was told he was the man that didn’t care, but all his resolve and the heart he wore on his shoulder showed his doubters his hate was his love,

to be known and to be remembered

to forget and not to remember,

being here has been so long,

the time has been passing me, never can you fall

and in the beginning the stature was tall but now it’s nothing at all,

the approach was much different but the landing was three points steady

remember to forget

when the idea escaped me, when time moved faster it was easier and now its slower

your wrong, that’s not the way it is- that’s backwards

control the effect not the cause and the result is mirrored,

with just a look we were,

alone and free to be the one thing that was meant and the other-

she told me to do so much

told me it was the end of the line, and since there was nothing to lose,

she told me to be her surrogate-

it makes me mad , it makes me laugh

my position was my role, and to exceed my necessity would be presumptuous

delusions of purging the sense of self preservation

can it be made aware that the far reaches are part of the equation.

She said hold me when she was cold, and when we walked in she held out her arm to simulate our copulation.

fagus sylvatica

helps you to be more tolerant

 and see the positive in others

 despite their imperfections

ghosts haunt my dreams and it’s pretty vacant

people looking down from tall buildings

threats ringing out as a cry to fear

my love is away-

the innocence of life is gone away

selfish motives surround the truth

my self is anguished at the embarrassment its made to, feel

to leave, to go \where no one \knows your name

where death is life away from desire

say good bye and live yesterday today and forever in the now

tortured by persecuted feelings the blood of my life fills yours

The dilemma had been set in motion a long time ago in the development of a personality.

All the time alone with only the left at hand

and years later in the captivity of the right-

Demons and angels had followed this human’s life-

in the form of friends and family.

Drug of choice, is far different than order of introduction and as so, many of my drugs came to me-

In my youth, there was an interest of the unknown.

She was OK-

Later in the beginning, finding the one

it can be a smoke screened realism the fleeting glimpse that’s missed out of the corner of your eye

she was the first and because so- her place is infinite and static, temporal, and crystallized.

Diablo played very heavy- his tight rope could be made into an old noose around the sweaty skin of one’s neck.

His color was magnetic candy apple red- and your own blood will be sacrificed in order not to surrender. The smell of oxidized iron reminds you its only the first stage before your loss is too much, the magnetic feeling of the loss of guard.

Gold outlines the suggestive frame and accents its structure.

later

The devil’s angel wore a cross around her neck and pleasantly invited a stay, and a forthcoming interaction had been predetermined.

All this time,

thought was natural,

but time had made the effects of the evils and virtues of life mold him in a blunt way.

Battered and healed the journey was one without an ending.

To be or not to be, to forgive and to be forgiven,

those who forgive best have been forgiven

and the last thing you do is a mere manifestation, of the first act someone taught you.

My right and my left taught me to divide and beset upon others the true wisdom of goodness. Spiritually devoid the path of the inner self is godless and omnipotent.

Passions of a body’s feelings, crippled the host to an incapacity to free the self from the dilemma.

it is

much better in person

in words there is less

the

execution is delayed

but the threats of a day are misshapen

in the past

welcome to the now

and then

come forward to me

to us

you were dirty

but the eyes are telescopic

be careful,

the clarity of ice is slippery

think twice

persuasion lends its self to our hands

the sound of the wind can be heard, indoors

A

silence falls around us with a curtain to mask outsiders

your not so dirty when your natural

holding hands we walk in our thoughts barely knowing one another-

she wanted to live all this time

all the review said was- it doesn’t matter

and on the latter

its just a mad happening

the other self and it’s bad for our health but

she wanted to live

it’s not bad and not good just is and it really doesn’t matter

my friends and

family

it doesn’t matter

her resolve

one time for your mind for our kind

for a piece of her mind?

Well, what it’ll be?- is what it always was.

and she felt alone

she pushed him away

and blamed herself for feeling so lonely,

in the end she really knew very little of him

who was he

where had they been all this time

when had they met

but she had been saved and now he was undoing her

she will pay, with all his blows. with all her hard bones. with all her resolve

and all her faith could dissolve the bruised muscles

he played her emotions over and over because

her strength was her weakness, the one thing she was

was who he wanted to be with.