Posts Tagged ‘ crazy ’

Every Dress Has iTs Purpose

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What can you
tell
From a look?
At just a glance.

Your vast array of
different images,
Has
left me In a comatose like trance.

Thirsty is
My desert mind,
So Inspiration
Makes no concrete plans.

Love
I’m a victim to,
Luckily my Obsessions
Hardly last.

Unless
Well preserved away
Most distractions
(like hard times)
Eventually
They come to pass.

Those suspicious looks
that are of you
Have me breathless
With no firm grasp,

Of what is honestly reality
Since you shape
And shift
Like desert sands.

Further fanning
The flames
Of my terrorist aim
Since we both so easily adapt…

But you with those eyes
That tell a different tale
With every bat
Of a lash,

Has me both intrigued
And confused
By this
schizophrenic Clash.

Who are you?
What do you want?
And what’s really
Behind majoras mask?!

I don’t want to be Lied to
Yet I want more
Of these hallucinations
As if 6 months deep into a fast…

With so much
Smoke in my eyes ,
It’s getting
really hard to see.

The similarities
in all that is made up
Makes me loath
the fine lines of fantasy.

If hopes
Were points
How many tokens
Would it take to make belief?

And if iT makes
Enough sense
Would you care to visit
That world as a we?

I’m skeptical,
But open minded,
When it comes
To sandbox dreams.

I’m no interpreter
Just a silver surfer
In metaphorical
Seas.

I’d very much
Would love to crash the waves
Of what common knowledge
Claims can’t be.

If only
for a night.
Just to see
What we see.

Open Letter: the first step

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Decisions shouldn’t take
forever and a day
to make.

Especially
for that of which
Has a clear expiration date.

It’s either you do
Or you don’t.

There’s no thin line
Between love and hate.

If one gives you
all of their heart
How long
do you expect them to wait?

With wide open arms,
Clear conscious
And
a smiling face.

Half the battle
is not knowing
If the heavy yoke
Is worth the weight.

That takes
& drags you
down a road
That you wouldn’t
normally take.

Confusing
Kindness for weakness
Making a fatal mistake.

A show & pony facade
Done only to lighten up
The plate.

That’s over saturated
In non nutritious fat
Like food served at a Buffett.

Taking in only what you see
As if the truth
Was up for display.

Life takes a bit
To settle in
And you can’t really force fait.

But do what you
Need to do
Just know that it’s getting late.

Shit or get off the pot
Before you lose
Feeling In your legs.

Seven times a woman: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

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If I don’t judge you,
Then don’t don’t judge me.

Which is a little difficult,
Since I automatically
label everything
that I see.

There’s always
a motive at hand,
& Lord save the damned
Oh woe for those that can’t see .

The Media and followers
Have burned the image,
Of lust being
the save all
like its something that’s fat free.

Making it apparent
That love is a pointless
obstacle, as a glutton filled waste of a calorie!

Which is sad
Because that’s what
these hoes breathe.

Injecting and digesting
False pretenses
& endlessly
mixed feelings.
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Do you call something by its name,
when you see thats it’s disguised?

Is that a heads up to be discreet?

To those who hear

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Negativity
Should never be
Focused on,
But life’s been screaming
“F*** You!”
And I’ve been singing along…
God I know & trust
But the devils argument
Is very very strong.
I don’t even want to live
When my frame of thinking
Is this wrong!

Admitted

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Her skin as sweet
As heavens kisses
Her tormented Soul
as Black as night

And for some reason
Beyond my understanding
It’s not my battle
but I want the fight.

I’m un accepting of her
Belonging to another
So If my going about it is wrong
Then allow my heart
to set things right

grasping hands
In the darkness
Allowed me to feel
That there is something more
Her touch shines life…

With a longing for something to hold
the feeling she gives me
Is something brash
It’s something cold

Feeling her sting
creating a mold
I want her to bite
So that I may lay lifeless & bold

Like Burning the candle
at both ends
I realize the mistakes
As i stand here alone

Staring at the eyes
That mark my death
I am in her crutches
Gone in twilights hypnotizing zone.

In Life

If

we are

an image

 of our creator

why

 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age

technology

has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty

without

 some sort of filler…

some

are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…

some

are “blessed” with both

at the same time

confusing

the destination

of the

 fulfiller…

 is

 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

Price Match

All she needed

was a reason

another hard to swallow thing

down the hatch,

one thinking

one could pull one over

doesn’t know

she lives to price match,

claims to want

to be treated as an equal

yet expects special privileges

that doesn’t match,

fool her once

shame on your

you’ll be lucky if

you get a second chance,

 but if you do

you poor fool

pray

and watch your back,

a broken heart

is a fully loaded gun

that’s sometimes is

more literal and FACT