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Her, quiet distance

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I’m soul curious,
As to
What’s go’in on
Up there?

I can only imagine
The view.

I climb
And I climb,

But the clouds
I wish to lay on,
Shift deeper
Into the queue.

I’ve figured out
A couple patterns,

But regardless
What’s down
In the valley,
Is all controlled
By you.

You may be swayed
Wherever the roads
Are paved,
But you follow
What you find as true.

My only worry is,
It takes a while
To walk those steps,

I’d hate to see
Where your mind
wanders,
If your heart
Is askew.

In the land
Of black & white,

The emphasis
Of the sigh

Is but a
Pantomime,

(Further more)

The warmest color
is blue.

Beg to differ?

she doesn’t want much

but im not willing to give

what she does,

it’s all a matter of love

and where my hearts come from

a slight push automatically receives a shove,

her right hook

has never been mistook

for some kind type of hug,

she’s mistaken

what is agape

with generic physical attraction,

considering how one meets

depicts what repeats

and what isn’t at random,

 “just” is just that

and there are no promises made

when we’re “just having fun”,

what you put up with

you end up with

 oh you beg to differ? I hope you have a good run

car trouble

its late at night

and all I want

is to go home,

my stomach is grumbling

and I’m bummed

that im all alone,

I got in an argument

that stemmed over

the contents on a phone,

two wrongs don’t make a right

because when your wrong

your wrong…

I’m speeding down

the freeway

when I see someone needs help,

ive been plenty of

a dick today

maybe I should help out,

soon as I hop out the car

I hear somebody yell

“get the fuck down!”,

taking everything

but my smile

 its funny how things come back around…

this is how

I met the misses,

on the gravel from a ghetto event

with her as my witness,

this time she was with her cousin

this was pay back for the heart-break given,

hahaha

lord forgive ’em….

Talk that Talk

she keeps

talking with her hands,

angry or unsure

happy upset or sad,

i cant tell exactly what she whats

because she keeps changing her demands,

a waving finger cursing sailor

scornful lady who had plans,

without consulting others

so me unknowing, did my own thing & she doesn’t understand,

I don’t mind read or assume

so can simmer down the hand…

made up

the universe is made up
of atoms-molecules -and light

its the mixture of them all
that brings inanimate objects to life

although distracted by their reflection
ours are long gone bye and bye in the night

having to grab and feel
like words describing to those that are blind

with enough sayings to over flow many novels
some phrases are used just to rhyme

taking away what holds them true
theyre tested tightly in a fight

if two go in, its 50/50
and only one of them can come out at the end and survive

dominance must be established
right away no wasting time

NOW like a starving serpent swiping a gazelle
it couldnt be witnessed by thine eyes

so is the illusions of slight of hand
we’re taken off the point we focused on when drawing lines

your words painted the picture
your souls intent helped shape and define

yet im still lost in that grasp that you have
because i can only see what ive seen with my eyes

all these pictures of happiness rainbows and smiles
get lost in translation with others frustrations and lies

the combination and possibilities of such things
drives one to insanity with the only escape, to end life

but the after taste of iT all leaves me with a hope
that its more than just more than logical
iT’d actually be really nice

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