Posts Tagged ‘ acceptance ’

Here & Now

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If you’re here

It isn’t
By mistake.

Intentions
Expectations
Reason/explanation
Etc
Fate.

Get what you want.
The bullshitting
Doesn’t fertilize
For theories sake.

In the end
You’re right on time
Accept
Or rearrange.

Rage of the Bull

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I don’t like iT
How iT sits there,

Looking away
Knowing
How iT
Upsets me.

I chase.
iTs always
A step ahead,

Making my blood boil
In envy.

Why are you so sure?
While my mind
Is in such
a frantic frenzy.

I have this
Creature
On my back,

That rides & kicks
Like iTs
Entertaining.

I charge & buck
But iT clings
To the coat
Until all of my rage
is empty.

Then leaves me
All alone,
In the stable
Right where it found me.

(Silence)

iT’s funny
How iT
Follows,

Even more hilarious
How iT
Hides.

iT’s only still
For a moment,

Until faith’s fury
Fills the eyes.

Perceived limitations
Like instigation,

No longer
Has me
Wondering why.

I can only wait for
The next moment,

Since I cant live
And let die.

Reflection

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Mirrors
Don’t lie.

Filters
Do just that.

Words
Any one can recite.

Our actions
Express facts.

Reflections
Sigh…

Accepting
Traps…

Truths hidden
often cry.

When our blurred images
Yell right back…

Scarlett’s web

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The corner
In the room
Goes unnoticed
And unswept,
The back
Of your mind
Holds all of the best
Secrets,
Patience
Holds true
In the last
Of seconds,
Right before
Times out
The far off cloud in the 9’s
extends width,
But
then
It
Slips…

all is vanity

i am but a slave

in this world, in this economy,

with the beliefs that fill me with guilt

to the views on what i think is wrong with me,

i am but a slave

to my wants,  to this society,

on what is commercially accepted

whats is pussy foot & what is put way too bluntly,

i am but a slave

to this greedy ass monopoly,

i slave the entire week just to try to rest the on weekend

so i can do all again and on to debt and pay for i hate very strongly

accept

the truth isn’t hard to hear

it’s just hard to accept,

time is of the essence

and there is hardly any left,

there’s no time like the present

but those are prone to theft,

by those with little to nothing to do

with a strong case of hate in their chest,

the heart beats 1-2 1-2

but the mic didn’t catch it during sound check,

we repeat going off in circles

but with each spin it loses zest,

of all places where it’s not so clean

I don’t think that it’d be best,

sugar coding with sweaty self loathing

put that thought to rest,

the truth isn’t pretty but it frees Willie

if you only accept…

too much nothing

there’s too much

of nothing

and not enough

of somethings

worth taking the time for walking

instead of inaccurate stumbling

we talk before we know

and end before the credits read ‘fin’

the thought of somethings

make me want to quit

before they even begin