Posts Tagged ‘ think ’

Her, quiet distance

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I’m soul curious,
As to
What’s go’in on
Up there?

I can only imagine
The view.

I climb
And I climb,

But the clouds
I wish to lay on,
Shift deeper
Into the queue.

I’ve figured out
A couple patterns,

But regardless
What’s down
In the valley,
Is all controlled
By you.

You may be swayed
Wherever the roads
Are paved,
But you follow
What you find as true.

My only worry is,
It takes a while
To walk those steps,

I’d hate to see
Where your mind
wanders,
If your heart
Is askew.

In the land
Of black & white,

The emphasis
Of the sigh

Is but a
Pantomime,

(Further more)

The warmest color
is blue.

Beg to differ?

she doesn’t want much

but im not willing to give

what she does,

it’s all a matter of love

and where my hearts come from

a slight push automatically receives a shove,

her right hook

has never been mistook

for some kind type of hug,

she’s mistaken

what is agape

with generic physical attraction,

considering how one meets

depicts what repeats

and what isn’t at random,

 “just” is just that

and there are no promises made

when we’re “just having fun”,

what you put up with

you end up with

 oh you beg to differ? I hope you have a good run

The All Seeing Death

I can’t lie

 I’ve accepted,

The madness

That slowly incepted,

 There’s so much

 That I don’t wanna stress it,

So I unwrap

 Exhale

and injected,

 All the poisons

I thought

Would replenish,

 All my

inglorious

 Whip ins,

Hurting so bad

I Won’t stop

Till it finish,

Similar

To a terrorist

 mission,

 I’m so many man

And I need

 me A witness,

 O lord

There’s about to be

Some killings,

I can smell

the sweat

From the thick of the tension,

Here I am

Tickled

 in suspension…

a voice says

 This

ain’t your fight

Carry on,

To the

depths

Of the

Armageddon,

Bring all your

 guns

 This is going to be a

war,

Knifes need

to pierce quick

 Best sharpen up

your swords,

A bible

for a shield

And the weapon

is the word,

What is your

 bare fist

Going to do

against a swarm?,

 of Ice cold hearts

that Stand strong

Against

the warm,

Best

Turn up The heat

Limbs

need to be torn,

Against actions

 that laid back

With our oaths

that were sworn,

We need

a re-doing

Weve done been

Re born,

Because what we’ve been

stuck in

Aint

Cleaning up the source,

IT’s

 only fueling

And causing

more & more,

 Destruction

From the pure

 that’s already

been torn,

And what about

the child

That we’ve

already bore?,

It’s far

too late

For the simple

 to ignore,

 It’s either

do it right now

 Or

 mother fucker hit the floor…

where does IT lead you?

will

this work?

will iT

not?

if i

pause

Will iT completely

stop?

can i pick iT back up?

if by chance

i

let

iT

drop.

what if iTs

all in my head

and i run out of luck

will reverse psychology

pick iT back up

from

the

top?

i hope

but what if

I

hope

not?

i know what IT is

yet

i myself

make my own

understanding

POP!

let IT flow

like wide windows and doors

fully open

dont ever

shut

because

IT

WILL

lock.

no time

to have to search for a key

just

BE

and never mind who ever

IS

not

living in this Winter Wonderland

it’s a wonder how we made it

its come so very fast,

like a sled on top of the snow

of this winter wonder land,

that has left me more dazed than confused

with the spirit of the Christmas past,

hoping this whirlwind is just for the moment

id hate for this occurrence to last,

memories and current thoughts

more often than not, clash,

I muster up all the strength

the Lord has allowed me save in my stash,

of power that I devour

when I’m faced with retarded math,

that doesn’t equal up to my equations

when I’m bundled up against a wrath,

that bubbles up from all the drama

that the “holidays” often hash,

the want for things of non importance

put a tamper on what truly deserves a stab,

however we more often on then not

experiment with just a dab,

since we cling to familiar traditions

even if we’ve forgotten why they began to exist to man,

things get lost in translation when we transition

what was a reflecting of faith to what the end of the fiscal year shows that we have,

may our bless it souls allow

our eyes and hearts to see and graph,

all the beauty and truth

of this, our winter, wonderland.

why cant IT be okay

please

explain to me

what which can’t

be explained….

my heart starts east

and my mind ends west

of which went up 

came down playing pretend…

i sit

in anticipation

my thoughts alone

keep me chained…

hoping for

something more

i didn’t invest

so nothing was gained…

although

a slow starter

i wont stop until i

get what i wanted & im unrestrained…

that picture

looks really good

but i prefer

seeing beyond the frame…

you tell me

i cant touch

i cant lie

IT causes pain…

more mine

then any one else

since i (am the one that)

hates being tamed…

but i take IT

and i reframe

from all the bad

that popped in today say hey…

leaving me with but a breathe

a dose of hope/another day

why can’t IT be, okay