Posts Tagged ‘ waiting ’

Sin oR spend the night alone

To thy own self be true-

(Oh) the night (woe) the dAy. 
It’s exactly who I’ve been lying too-

Bless it be the purgatory of fait. 
Waiting for something new-

Without paving any new way. 
The ignorant, fucked & crude-

Don’t mind the time or if it’s too late. 
The biggest truth-

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Jar of strawberries

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She sits,
Waits,
And only she knows
When she
Will be done.
iT is
What iT is
But that term of phrase
Never leaves her tongue.
Faith
Deeply ingrained
It’s only the flesh
That tends to go numb.
Frozen in the moment
With conviction
That weighs
A crazy ton…
The fruit
Is ripe
And the juice
Is sweet.
Probably fermented
By what
The truth
Tends to leave.
Most don’t forgive
But forget
Since they only follow
What they see.
Brief instances,
Split second decisions,
Moments that in hind sight
Leave us weak…
Weak, she is not
However
Moments of weakness
We all have.
Carrying only the lessons
That we’ve collected
Throughout the dance
Of the past.
Pain is only temporary
And thanks to technology
Oh how,
The memories last.
Sit (here my dear)
And be still
For in time
This too shall pass…
She sits.
Waits.
Blinks.
And thinks.
Paddles me closer
And tells me
to drink.
Stares
into the soul
As I take
My first sip.
Soon as
It’s all gone.
I then,
Licked my lips.

Oh Won’t You Be My Neighbor

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I keep
my self busy
To
distract
the holy lonely.
I try my best,
Not to
think of you…

The itch
scratches at me
Like it’s my
one & only.
So like
an old habit,
I reach
for you…

The past visits
with
temptation
baring gifts.
Giving me
the feels,
Like I got
nothing better to do….

I sit and I stare
As I
adore you
At work,
You never
Look back.
Making me worry
what I mean
To you…

I look into
The mirror
Reflecting my
Thoughts
a bit deeper,
And no one
can prove
That they’re not true…

So like
A good
Neighbor
Who stitches
Dreams
& concepts together,
i can’t picture
Any sweater
That’ll fit me
Much better
Than you….

Right under your nose

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There it was

As pretty as luck

would have it,

I was looking around

the room

And there it was

On top of the mattress,

How can I fasid

The mind of the bastard

Who’s opinion has often

Re mastered,

Beliefs of old

With current event

Trickle effecting daggers,

Drunk

With a stagger,

That is often confused

For some type of swagger,

But even with
encouragement

I can still
Hardly handle,

This panic attack

That more often
Times than not
wants to dismantle,

The ego

That gets

Even badder,

With every conquest

And every lasso,

Hoping

That someone will listen

And pray

To knock down the
My inner towers
Of babel,

Causing

This competition

Making
My heart tired
And Even sadder,

With Love

Farther

And
Further
Away

My soul

It battles,

But love
No matter
How mistreated
Bruised And battered,

Heals
On its own

With ignorance
For a clone

And other crazy
semantics!

A smear in time

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Love
Has not a face
But you know she’s real
When you lock eyes.
Energy
Can be confusing
But substitution
Has no time in defending what is of lies.
Things
Can be upgraded
Like software changes
Get more bang for your dime.
Need
Is far more greater
Than wants appeal
So stand as if to cure the curse of those who are blind.

Where she remains

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Brighten up my life
Brighten up the day
It’d be so much easier
To stay inside than go out & play,

She is no bodies wife
So her faithfulness needs not to stay
Yet she does because she’s a dreamer
And the lights on the mannequins are more than just a lamp case.

Just around the corner

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Away.
Long..
Gone…

So close to home
Yet still
So, far

Is it to much
To ask
For
her, heart

Mind
at the end
But her soul
From the, start…