Posts Tagged ‘ guessing ’

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…

under construction

soon as i

 thought

i found iT

i find out

iT was never

in my sights,

i was never

trying

and my end

results

would showcase justly

why…

i thought

IT

was a sure bet

no assembly required

get iT

got iT

fine,

but nothing

is ever free

you have to want

iT

bad enough

to

die,

kill

all else

that does no good

what good is

iT

what good

is

mine,

is just

another

greedy way

but all iT does

is condense

and

hide,

what matters

most

and what really

shows

is the overflow

of the inside

pride,

you can bullshit

all you want

but ugliness

no make up

or article of clothing

can fully cover up

and

hide…

so go off

and hide away

dig deep inside

rip it out

and open wide,

this is

what iT is

to you

theres no explaining

light,

a blind man

can not see

so why even tease

with the thought

of

sight,

im currently

UnderConstruction

for the soon approaching

already been here

but iTs coming back again

#fight

mirroe effect

how many times must one touch the stove

until its understood that it burns

when it’s on

& IT shouldnt be left alone,

unless it’s slowly cooking

but even then

it can at its most tender of moments

leave meat to fall off of the bone,

although delicious

by sight

most delivery

can be put off by the tone,

if something is taken out of context

wont that somethings fragile sigh

& be angry that its being mistaken for an erotic moan,

knowledge itself is much-needed

& very dangerous

especially when negative stays

& positive leaves IT all alone,

what one is feeling

doesn’t necessarily mean

that THAT is exactly

what is being shown,

were all masters

of worldly disguise

we our self deceive our eyes

until we see those of our own..

is this what i think IT is?

they say our eyes

are the windows

of the soul,

so when we cry

our insides

couldn’t hold back any more,

i try too hard to suppress IT

but i no longer

can control,

all the emotions

that i’m feeling

so please, please, don’t,

poke any fun

say anything

or ignore,

im not to sure

what i want

theres just confusion galore,

theres a couple of theories

i have yet tried

to explore,

all i know is

what ever i do

i do IT hardcore,

from scratching the surface

to blowing the hinges

off of the door,

i huff and i puff

until i suddenly

hit the floor…

with a blink

a snap

a pop,

im shooting

up to the sky

a million miles per hour and i cant stop,

the velocity that i’m gaining

is putting my heart

in a knot,

an endless journey

that keeps ON going

please hurry and reach the top,

don’t look down – don’t look down

oops i did

my stomach flopped,

i cant steer any longer

lord please keep me steady

and don’t let me drop,

all the power that i have

i’ve put

inside this box,

it may not look very big

but i assure you

IT’s a LOT,

IT’s my attention

my dedication

and connection of dots,

i’m hoping that you like IT

because IT’s everything

i got…

kinda- sorta

maybe sometimes

my personality will change,

into another character

i keep real close to me

at bay,

to jump INN

when the goings going

and the tough goes insane,

the same LIGHT is in focus

but i’m trying

a different aim,

i’m not of this WORLD

and i get bored

of the doing the same,

things that every one else

is getting a kick from

to me its lame,

you say your real honest

but i see you playing

the same game,

you think your really good

but we aren’t even

on the same lane,

my LOVE is freeway

that goes

where ever which way,

i’m trying to break your shell

but it seems like your not ready

to jump off of the train,

the past is the reason

and the past

is whats to blame,

so please looking into my soul

and tell me

you feel the same,

because if you dont

then we need not

and should not remain,

but if IT’s love

then we can

do the Damn Thang…