My real name

The time had come and had gone.

-the here and the now was in present form and adequate but the future was deteriorating times’ presence in the now.

Tomorrow morning you said goodbye,

and it was just a dream, and you told me to save my prayers for later

The air was cool and crisp the wind bit at my skin and remembering your teeth

your presence was needed- draw my blood and mark me with your teeth

you don’t understand my words

we called it paradise, and all my prayers were answered-

when the channels were changed the screen didn’t change it said the same thing-

you felt the same and you didn’t let it show

feeling you like you should

you should be with us,

feeling like we do, but never will again.

time always invited himself even when his presence wasn’t called upon,

traveling to get away from time, had made me a lonely person- apart from all the other people

my acquaintances had helped me find wisdom by lending their knowledge to my benefits

my benefits

The

time was passing me by watching me day by day- going by, it all changed everything-

today was my first day as a comedian, it was like the first day honesty’s form became known

the time wasn’t taken but it gave the mind something to think about-

A long time ago my childhood was taken away from me by myself

it wasn’t until they took you away that we met again under the same sky with different faces

my tiny words and meaningless feelings said nothing and kept themselves cool and distant

time was tearing apart who it was that wasn’t me and who it was that it could be

all my words became useless to myself and everything started again

racing towards the end didn’t help the distance, it still covered the same ground.

So we held hands for the first time, as teenagers after their times’, and far from one another.

A long time ago, things were funny in the beginning and now in the end, its funny how things will start-

time, was leaving me behind-

What else could happen,

we hadn’t seen it all- hadn’t seen the truth and it was a ways off.

Now and then, the beginning can be reminisced upon and when you don’t know is one thing but then again in the end it means something too.
It was real to feel the first rush, it’s never enough later on and then even later

it all becomes harder to see the glow around people and my light isn’t dark it just isn’t bright.

In the night the lights shine brighter and the real thing is to be submerged in darkness because during the day is not where it all comes from. The dark- Matter of facts depend, it is a bit amazing even a bit peculiar to think any answers that anyone prepossess is accurate.

time, Deconstruction- told me, let objects go, reserving beliefs for their doubts.

Thinking of beginnings and how beautiful things start

It dawned on me- how ugly, would this end.

Leaning toward getting some more, brought the reoccurring thought of the end- of death, and how the void was engulfing me wrapping itself around my essence. It was far too late, at any point now it will definitely be consuming, it will be the void that consumes, with its lack of essence- and the mystery can only be cured- once again into the fire, with arms wide opened my embrace held me, comfort warm, and self gratifying.

Looking into the nothing it was a long time, since the darkness crept out of its self and showed me the reflection of my face. It was a hallucination that brought me to know that it was my own self that had agreed to play games with my perception- the darkness is me and the void looks back and smiles because knowing was half understanding.

So long agony and despair with just myself- with my illusions my hallucinations must occur.

false positives…

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

 Letter of Unloved ,

money was a problem with the lover

all the time invested had become his payment

time lost.

be patient,when there’s no time left and no time at all

take your time,

-it’s just that there’s not a lot of time to spend

be on time, be clean, be more and a little less of the who you were a time ago

be nice, be friendly

money, if only money had , some more time

my thoughts can escape me and my time can escape them

what is time-

just moments-

my money was all put together to remember, my time

OK- going insane and time has always tried to push my self over the edge,

all that’s needed is a reason and two or three thoughts and the right currency to buy my time.

wanting to be chosen was a matter of freewill

to be chosen is to be touched by nature,

sunsets are nothing without being seen

retract and go back and remember

super amazing, take a picture- time is where you live

in the stream of reality the grave is just ahead

pointing in no direction is free-

will is determined by circumstances and we went on a trip once

my freewill came and left and now it’s mellow and the lights are out,

listening to myself the meditation comes and then goes

the words the thoughts are all programed

and the microphone is amplifying all my fears

turn off the lights let me be of before and of later,

how long has it been

since a long time ago

There is a time when you don’t know what it is.

It’s all the times-

when caring for too many,

has destroyed you and left you alone.

because

There’s a time when your mistakes are just mistakes.

Even when we never want to die, death has come to us in many ways.

&…

Love is, a rather unusual feeling, to express in a time when you haven’t a clue what it is.

It’s the first time… your kiss- tells the story for a memory’s lifetime never to be compared to the last-

as if, our hearts are sometimes big enough to over love.

Youth is the only criminal in breaking hearts,

because of all sins-

making someone heartbroken is a burden to carry.

&

Ring it up- on the phone with you

can’t act different

your sometimes foolish,

are you not,

when assumptions are made and

as if there’s no use

and no

re view being made, your

false

and always failing, so-

act, a fool

On the move,

going way to fast to even stop

commit,

Stop,

Run,

nothing’s bad until- you hurt someone,

taking away, is not just-

justice,

prevention,

prevention is just,

save me I’m going fast,

the decision was made,

from time to time

you are young

until you are older

you will be the same person-

through the consequences of actions

we act- to take, and react.

Trying to stay focused

your lost in thought

of whats next,

hesitating has no place with action

speeding down the road

test the strength of the limits-

faster

decisions approach faster.

Action necessary

between road blocks-

having thought of the unnecessary will help-

with improbable scenarios manifesting themselves-

out of imaginable sacrifices of thought.

So I’ll tell you about the way it all happened.

I thought about it too much- the seconds, in between my time,

I thought about all the possibilities that could happen.

Hello how are you,

when can we meet-up

we should have something to eat

when we finish, you want to grab a bit to eat

just say it

I do
I Do

I do-

later when,

maybe when-

in my head when,

your in my car the impossible will have happened

the time has come

where your not even here

and its OK.

Where am I going

I’m alone again? but I’m looking at everyone,

it feels good getting to know your self

lets read,

can you stay for dinner I’m cooking

desert is on me

we can drink I can do-it

just be the gentle-

the feminine the unassuming

and the masculine improvisation, heroically-

winning only my thoughts

my life matters only to me

I’m all alone and beloved me-

its easy to get lost

if you know how

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