Posts Tagged ‘ fuel ’

Breakfast

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What is modesty
When you can
drown
Your self dressing

Breadcrumbs
Only lead back
To alternate choices
You didn’t make at the beginning

Making the meal
All the worse
Who likes to run
When things get heavy?

Grace
Grace
Stuff your face
Amen, ending.

not so vain

natural

is difficult to be,

there is so many angles

that one can perceive,

on one side this is this

and on the other that can be,

very further & farther from the truth

yet we take what we see,

satisfy our sweet tooth

and let the sugar bleed,

over our throats

out from between the teeth,

wants satisfy what is of the moment

and what we think we need,

food for thought an after thought

what is given is considered as an option or something ment to be,

if something is hungry

does it default it as something deserving to feed?

if my blood can provide

should I be the one to leak,

how much do I give

if they wont stop milking from the teet,

one can use the hand to swat away

or further embrace the teething,

its odd one could be

soul thoughtful and giving,

when others wont do the same

evil meek and lame will not speak,

although fueling others

just the same I am weak,

I need I need I need

but my God wont let IT be…

On or Off Target

outside of death

hunger knows no bounds

underneath the heavens

there is no limit,

until you reach an outter space

where your worth

your weight in gravity

and time measures your distance,

 dog eats dog

jealousy fuels

and hard headedness

is appreciated by the ignorant,

 IT is

what you make IT

you can say you did

but IT wont do you any good if you really didn’t,

you can never

change your past

just steer in a clearer direction

and hope the future has something different,

they say you can’t

b.s. a b.s’er

especially

if the other one is fluent,

I would sit here

and go tit for tat

but unfortunately

I’m not that patient,

maybe it’s because

I’m pressed for time

and I have yet

to hit my objective,

It may be

my a.d.h.d.

or the scent of someone else approaching my hydrant

that makes me possessive,

but the Lord knows

my heart would be

with no flame or desire

if there wasnt competition for my obsession

forever grasping

dreams

they tease,

filling me with hope

im not to sure if I need,

inspiration and dedication

add fuel to the fire, definitely,

but it always grabs on tight

and drives one to insanity,

I don’t want to, want

what I can’t have, it stings,

 and everything that I have had

only leaves behind memories,

which one would argue

its better to have had than never have had anything,

but society asking what do you have to show

is what seems the most everlasting,

light and darkness

is what im forever grasping