Posts Tagged ‘ definition ’

Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

Freaks & Geeks

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I never liked
All That

can be canned

And buried
In the weight of the fat

That the little lamb

Backed up to the back

Where the legions of wounds
And undertones
Sway in the facts

Hating labels
descriptions
And intentionally
misleading
Little Pats
on the back

Compliments
Know nothing
Other than

Stroke
the ego
found in our flesh traps

Specifically designed
To cause reasons
To react

I love
So much
I apply
A little more than a dab

Science meets definition
While Catching me
In the middle of the explanation/act

label me

a sinner

a hard-headed bastard since a beginner

someone who wont stop until he is crowned as the victor

always testing my luck yelling “winner-winner chicken dinner”

until I hit a wall and I start all over, way simpler

a thinker

a dreamer

a master plan schemer

when I cant do it on my own, I become a humble and loyal double team-er

and if can’t be done at all, I know not, what to think

my hopes are set too high, to ever be, limiting

a christian hypocrite, in the process of being, a better me

I don’t know what you want to call it, but go ahead, and label me

a bit of a problem

people shouldnt be

so hard to read

I wish we could believe

in all that another person speaks

but sometimes sarcasm feeds

too much / so much that we must have to second think

 people laugh when im serious

and look at me crazy when im just kidding..

im both dr. Jekyll & Hyde

I try to be just me

and that is where all of  the truth is and hides

right there in front/ under all in which you think is a lie

is really my truth just sprinkled under my disguise

im tired of my skin & all that it implies

Lord take up my spirit/please let it shine

 & take this fleshy shit I call shin & hang it up to dry