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The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

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

the king sits lonely again, in a circle full of unfamiliar friends

another day

another sigh,

another long

tiring night,

holding on

for raw strength

only letting go

with more lies,

so many bitter tears

have reached the lashes

of my eyes,

i am

 often the villain

but this time

 i cant find,

any more reason

to bark

or to bite,

they’ve taken me

off the throne

that i held

for only as long

as they liked,

not to demean

 but to be

a not to far

away light,

but apparently

they want me

in the open space

so that my soul can hide