Posts Tagged ‘ repeat ’

Age ol’tale

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All I ever wanted
Was to find a love,

But as quickly as it was found
Was how fast it dove,

Into the Pitts
Of “mmm”
And
“Shouldn’t of”,

Echoing
The reminder
Of the side
I use
to be on,

Is it better
To have loved & lost
Than
Never to have loved at all?

Not if that
“Lost” wound
Opens wider
With every other
Slip & fall,

Beware
Of the happening
You have to
protect your heart,

Or like those used
And abused
It’ll come back
To the start.

Indigestion

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That pop
That crackle
That subliminal stuff,

What we repeat
We record
And oddly enough,

Engrave
Onto the soul
Clashing passions & bluffs,

Negativity
Takes its tole
Hearts harden in the rough…

You can almost taste it

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We’re off to the races.
Where it’s all
Tempting & chasing.
No time to catch breathe
Hunger
is wasting,
The burn that the carrot
At the end
Of the railing,
Places.
Helpless
Hatred.

Thoughts of a madman

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It won’t
Go away
Or
Let go

The thought
Although
as uncomfortable
As it is,

Has been given the green light
To leave
But instead holds on tight
like a freshly pressed
jelly of shit jar lid.

As if the demons I can’t shake off
Have been
Given permission
by the angels who protect me
to Continually pick at my wig,

I’m guessing it’s up to
True repentance
Because I’m a repeat offender
of my reoccurring sins.

But for how long
Must I
Have to
Endure
it?!!

It’s hard to move on
When the reels of the mind
Rewind
and play in an endless loop

Leaving me with a hunger to re-visit
Just so that I can have
Another dose of reality
When I already know the truth…

None of it seems worth it
In time
I hope it blurs
Away

If I go back
I will stay
However
With out a doubt
Are the thoughts that plague
Just the same

Serpico

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You may Think
You know
But You have
No clue,
We’ve been told
The truth
And traded it in
For a fancier Virtue,
Give us All we want
Even though
It isn’t
our just dew,
History
Repeats its self
uncouth
is its preview,
Yet here
We hoe
Tearing
And pushing Through,
So with
Ignorance being bliss
give us baselines
To bob our heads to.

out the cacoon in repeat

waiting has

never been

my best

skill set…

time is

too precious

and

too much

of it

goes

unappreciated…

contemplation

opens up

the doors

that revolve

forever

into

regret…

wrapping

all around

the could be’s

and all the

never-ending

what if’s…

suspended

crooked

corrupt

unfair

unjust,

woe

to what choice

and greed

has taken me away from,

humble beginnings

of barefoot

walks

on rough,

gravel

that has allowed me

to appreciate

a soft touch,

and in

that essence

it makes everything

“never enough”,

for having to

wait so long

I feel some sort of

entitlement,

not accurately

accounting

for every cause

and where iT is spent,

being blessed

abundantly

yet not wanting

to pay rent,

ignoring what others are due

further postponing the dew

that I long for

from  every touching my lips,

revelations

walk freely

my everything however

remains suspended