How are you doing today, sir?
Well- or maybe unwell.
So is there anything else you want to add?
Well…, I am here aren’t I? the in-it times don’t come with an example to draw from.
To be direct, it all ended a couple of weeks ago-
The black cloud, oh its a metaphor i know all to well and
if I could just know
what do you want to know?
-How do you know now when it all started? or ended?
I don’t that’s how it keeps me on my toes you know-
well it’s better that way
there’s only one we can know for sure,
of what we know
In my dreams,
we played a game, and you asked me what rules to play by-
if we were alone, we could never have found something different,
It was all the other things
that made me want to be a little bit, different
and it was all those others that made me want to be me
and it now is,
things are never as they seem,
and there are given-s and takes
has weight like gravity and nothing like genocide
it never sounded better than when spoken from your own mouth
thanks for telling the truth its value is not static,
different times call for the same actions,
forget about the slap stick mouth wash, and the blind sided.
and think about it,
what was the real question about?
life, death the meaning-
to live is to die, but to die is to not live.
life was for the sell outs for the up and comers the new kids on the block
oh those girls just love the crazy boys
it means so much to me, to see this- it was just a matter of time, like gravity
the unknown force says, goodbye
So this conversation has to happen- that’s what you think.
the most important thing is to just do , don’t over think don’t second guess,
do it how you want to do it, my way.
does it matter how to feel
how do you feel?
does anything change
do you want to hear what to say
where does what to say come from,
nothing can change the past-
to be in love and to feel love for someone,
we can’t be sold on love & security
there’s a couple of things to remember about, the then and the now-
purpose changes, and it’s hard sometimes to remember and within time there’s feelings
saying good bye was always hard when traveling, in the end though one always comes home-
sometimes home has no heart
goodbye time, goodbye-
letting go was easy when you had only to get rid of time, only to forget the past
it was all too easy and it means more just to waste times
the house was abandoned and she yelled at the top of her lungs.
cough up the blood and tell me what it taste like,
Acid in the mouth with a foul feeling in the stomach,
something was wrong, something was the matter-
My broken heart told me my last poem was based on a true story
it won’t help-
this changes nothing.
Everything happens in one direction few things are done once.
-everything gets done nothing is left to waste
no one dies and
who needs not be taken care off by themselves
you are the easiest variable to manage,
when this began the essence of the script was written-
you said you couldn’t and denied the acclaims
but now, after all this time your ready,
ready to be your end and know the path is set ahead
there was no message other than the one left for the death date-
-How will they respond
under real pressure?
-As with all living things…
each according to his gifts.
much better in person
in words there is less
execution is delayed
but the threats of a day are misshapen
in the past
welcome to the now
come forward to me
you were dirty
but the eyes are telescopic
the clarity of ice is slippery
persuasion lends its self to our hands
the sound of the wind can be heard, indoors
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-
ten more hours just six hours to my thoughts
the destination seems grandiose but delusions are selfish
destination of teaching thought
maybe those weren’t the right words, maybe this isn’t the right time, no
it was what was said, it is what was thought, it was and remains-
is it too much to ask…
to admit that our after thoughts are condemning,
judging curiously, at the past in the present-
in the moment is life,
and all the duality of the seconds’ that pass
I think we all have problems, it just manifest its self differently from person to person. To be honest I have a problem with the way my body thinks, I have a tendency to over think “out”, and anyone who says they’ve never had a thought of doubt in them or their ups and downs seems a little unreal-
Anyways you should think about it, and if you want a thinker I’m here-
although you might not have what it takes not to be, maybe there’s much more things that are greater for you to become? and just being able to be is something you can do along the way to achieving that. beauty is temporal- for humans on the outside, and inside so it should not be a lasting desire but merely something to show sequence in life-
Told him- it was no easy task.
the most painful thing will be painless,
the heroic value of truth-
and finally it is done the end is near
it was always going to happen but to be or not to be-
it was my decision it was my way that it happened
in the end it was better to choose than to be chosen
in the end
it was done
he told me not to talk to you
he told me,
there was something inside of you-
and the same thing has happened to me,
tell me what it is that runs around in a sealed box
how can something escape from within a safe-