Posts Tagged ‘ trapped ’

I’m fat because I love cake 

 

I’m not 

a man

Of obsessive 
material
Riches. 
That isn’t 
My aim
Nor does it
Manipulate 
Any of 
My well wishes. 
The serpent 
And the dove
Get along Well
Without the kitten. 
But her 
Tiny brushes 
Of disregard 
Will instantly throw my 
Curiosity into submission. 
Forgive my stare
I
Can’t
Quit!………
I don’t have iT 
In me
Like my daddy
Whose religious drinking
Was that of a fish…
Thirst costumes 
In
Desert playgrounds
While Trouble follows & lures
W/vicious Sirens….
Bells & whistles 
Aren’t for the deaf,
Glorious idols & images 
Also aren’t for those w/visions…
We see 
What we
Truly
Want to see.  
From the far glare
Of the sun
To the deep 
Abyss of the sea. 
What lives
In our hearts 
Reflects
In our free speech. 
May The Lord
Forgive me
For the shit repeated
In my rambling….
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Killing me softly 

 
 I never meant 

To hurt the princess
If anything 
I wanted to protect. 
How can you save 
Someone from your self 
Other than to subtract 
Yourself from said concept?
I’m far too selfish
For that,
In which this jagged pill
Is hard to swallow & accept. 
I reek my Havok in silence 
While fighting the wrongs 
exposed 
Until there’re all correct. 
But it seems like
We’ve come a little too far
And thus
We’re at a disconnect. 
Know 
that I love you,
My disease or sorrow 
I never meant to infect…

Mama plz

  

Mama

All that I want
Is to play in the garden 
Of your warmth 
And your love,
Run through the lilies 
Making wishes
Off of the daisies
While Escaping the sun, 
Then once I’m done
And I’ve had me 
My little bit
Of fun,
I can be calm 
In my loneliness
Until my heart & cravings
Can no longer carry 
By the tons.  

Focus, focus pocus

 

From 321

From 321

It’s so fuzzy

I can’t

really

tell.

What’s going on

Over
here.

And

Over
there.

What’s the distance
from
The light

To where

Sight can see

&

Hearts can yell.

Still be heard

And Saved

Before intentions

Set
for fail.

Why would they go
That way?

That,

I really

Can’t

Tell.

I’ve figured out

Some Patterns

But other than that

I don’t know my self

well.
Well enough

That is,

To escape

My minds hell…

Bad timing

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To breathe…
(Just) to be…
I AM sure
That is all,
She is wanting…
But me…
Oh
selfish me…
Craves to keep her,
For me
& only
ME!…
Not in a cage,
But
More than likely
A very elegant leash…
My hands
Would never dare pull
Without her permission,
Since I prefer
To control
Not physically,
But mentally…
So
To be,
Speaking
Completely
And
Honestly…
I yearn
Like an innocent youth
With all of my might,
& All of my soul
Whole
heartedly…
To have it be,
Just her
and me.
Constantly,
Wrapped in one another
Deeply
Heavily breathing…
Unfortunately.
She’s been a slave
Far before
I started lusting
For her
So
passionately…
No matter
How badly
I would give
For she,
Only
Wishes,
To be
Free…

Product

there no doubt

in the past

particularly

because it’s already come to pass,

things were chosen

over others

some with favor

some with bitterness, very crass,

obstacles

are hurdled

over

stumbled upon paths,

some encounters

handled with elegance

some less than

showing class,

 not all people

are human

they either want to love

or run away after they smash,

not considering

the victims

that are left

once they’ve had,

their fill

leaving the other

empty

well, that’s just too bad,

you’re a product

of your environment

product

of your past,

a product

is only recognized

by their quality

price or brand,

what

she/it

became after

was no longer an obligation just a throw away task,

what the product

became

was no long worth

the calculation in math,

what she

was left with

were the broken pieces

from the aftermath,

chasing pavement

like a payment

somehow

to out weigh her sad,

some products

can cost a pretty penny

especially

if the supply makes the demands