Yes, Even There.
Do you know it?
Have you felt such thing?
So real! It hurts! Full of fears! ..laughs at your face. With falling tears.
Do you know it?
Small creature, slimy with your weight on your back. Or You mr.shark. How would you approach this mystery art? Freely without caution will you devour it on site?
Is it always meant to be? Between you and ..and between me? Like animals. Human hearts can be. Finding love elsewhere every night. Broken hearts…Damn where’s this key? The one that may fix our endings to happily for all eternity? Loving like birds, bears, fish, or even honey bees? Could this be fixed? Maybe. I hope. How do they do it out in the world, they love, feels not right, quick divorce? Sick ..maybe one should not love at all. Experience the majesty of the moon against the lit up midnight sky. The sunset rest better in his own eyes than a lover by his side. The sea breeze.. well its better kept to himself. His eyes fixed upon beauty of the world.. not on something walking within its shapeless walls. Enjoy the snow ..cold wet and tired. The summer nights on the lake, star gazing once more. But every night you cry your heart longs for much more. But why? What for? And what?! You ask yourself. And so does she. The perfect stranger on the bus you see. Not before someone else though and quickly you jump! Startled at the site of an angry passengers chasing after you. With newspapers and shoes. Your thoughts interrupted by their screams and shouts. She sits and you run, both wondering all along. If even true ..true love can be there, yes in all hearts all creatures… even there.
Have you felt such thing?
So real! It hurts! Full of fears! ..laughs at your face. With falling tears.
Do you know it?
Small creature, slimy with your weight on your back. Or You mr.shark. How would you approach this mystery art? Freely without caution will you devour it on site?
Is it always meant to be? Between you and ..and between me? Like animals. Human hearts can be. Finding love elsewhere every night. Broken hearts…Damn where’s this key? The one that may fix our endings to happily for all eternity? Loving like birds, bears, fish, or even honey bees? Could this be fixed? Maybe. I hope. How do they do it out in the world, they love, feels not right, quick divorce? Sick ..maybe one should not love at all. Experience the majesty of the moon against the lit up midnight sky. The sunset rest better in his own eyes than a lover by his side. The sea breeze.. well its better kept to himself. His eyes fixed upon beauty of the world.. not on something walking within its shapeless walls. Enjoy the snow ..cold wet and tired. The summer nights on the lake, star gazing once more. But every night you cry your heart longs for much more. But why? What for? And what?! You ask yourself. And so does she. The perfect stranger on the bus you see. Not before someone else though and quickly you jump! Startled at the site of an angry passengers chasing after you. With newspapers and shoes. Your thoughts interrupted by their screams and shouts. She sits and you run, both wondering all along. If even true ..true love can be there, yes in all hearts all creatures… even there.
Untouched Dust
Books. Hold secrets silently told. Miseries. Poems. Sonnets. Eras.
Love. Suspense. Hate. So much it holds. Knowledge. Death. Wisdom. New lands. Mysteries. History. New worlds to run to when all your life amounts to little roads
full of dead ends. Words of familiar textures. Taste. difficult to take in when read. They escape into our gravity for one to hear. Unspoken magic silently creeps in as more appears. Its words full of trickery to replay your minds imagery. As if it knew its job well done smiles getting past along. Death comes quick for us but its pages will help it live on and on. Take part on someones mind as he past on and left his tales for you behind. One last fight he devours you from his grave. Books. Within perfect reality. Trapped voice of insanity. Happiness. Joy. Hope of all emotion. Fear and question left up to you. One who holds it for it the key to a thousand and plus sum worlds to see. Nothing can come of it if left alone. Dust sets in on an item becoming part of your perfect simple readable unchallenged mind. Like you too fears to be forgotten, for dust sets in all in good time.
Love. Suspense. Hate. So much it holds. Knowledge. Death. Wisdom. New lands. Mysteries. History. New worlds to run to when all your life amounts to little roads
full of dead ends. Words of familiar textures. Taste. difficult to take in when read. They escape into our gravity for one to hear. Unspoken magic silently creeps in as more appears. Its words full of trickery to replay your minds imagery. As if it knew its job well done smiles getting past along. Death comes quick for us but its pages will help it live on and on. Take part on someones mind as he past on and left his tales for you behind. One last fight he devours you from his grave. Books. Within perfect reality. Trapped voice of insanity. Happiness. Joy. Hope of all emotion. Fear and question left up to you. One who holds it for it the key to a thousand and plus sum worlds to see. Nothing can come of it if left alone. Dust sets in on an item becoming part of your perfect simple readable unchallenged mind. Like you too fears to be forgotten, for dust sets in all in good time.
RUN
I RUN WHEN I CAN AND I RUN WHEN I CAN"T... take anymore of it.
Stress, Worry, Their sick demands. I run to be alone. To be free of my thoughts.
To run from my troubles. For thats where I struggle I wont share.
Words are dangerous, hold much more meaning than one thinks.
So please, first think. Problem is they stay deep within.
My heart holds much it hopes to set free. So I'll run and run to feel at ease.
Words they can be your greatest friend. And your quickest enemy awaiting death.
They can hurt someone. someone may hear me. I run to be alone and not have to think. but only
of the next mile or how tired i may be. To not feel but only feel externally.
The rush of sweat dripping down my neck. The sun resting on my shoulders tagging along.
WRONG.
It does the exact opposite. I run and im alone with my mind. Each step I take gets me closer to a familiar end.
My silly thoughts know no common sense and quiet rudely bump my troubles from their deep rest.
As lazy as they are they come up and then....
Its me my mind, thoughts, and troubles out for a nice run once again. I run when i can. For feeling weak is the plan.
Im not in control of life but i know theres only one who is. When i forget that i can't fix anything or help anyone including me. I want to run and just let go. Feel free. For there is only one who cares not how iv messed up or will.
To open arms i run for only he wants me and the beautiful mess that i am. Thats why.
I RUN WHEN I CAN AND I RUN WHEN I CAN"T.
Stress, Worry, Their sick demands. I run to be alone. To be free of my thoughts.
To run from my troubles. For thats where I struggle I wont share.
Words are dangerous, hold much more meaning than one thinks.
So please, first think. Problem is they stay deep within.
My heart holds much it hopes to set free. So I'll run and run to feel at ease.
Words they can be your greatest friend. And your quickest enemy awaiting death.
They can hurt someone. someone may hear me. I run to be alone and not have to think. but only
of the next mile or how tired i may be. To not feel but only feel externally.
The rush of sweat dripping down my neck. The sun resting on my shoulders tagging along.
WRONG.
It does the exact opposite. I run and im alone with my mind. Each step I take gets me closer to a familiar end.
My silly thoughts know no common sense and quiet rudely bump my troubles from their deep rest.
As lazy as they are they come up and then....
Its me my mind, thoughts, and troubles out for a nice run once again. I run when i can. For feeling weak is the plan.
Im not in control of life but i know theres only one who is. When i forget that i can't fix anything or help anyone including me. I want to run and just let go. Feel free. For there is only one who cares not how iv messed up or will.
To open arms i run for only he wants me and the beautiful mess that i am. Thats why.
I RUN WHEN I CAN AND I RUN WHEN I CAN"T.
Waiting Rooms
What you search for isn't.
Will not. Can't find it. In there photoShoots.
Dresses. Pretty faces. They make the image.
Count day in, day out. Who are they? Where are they now?
Never will be truly known. Flip the page.
Seen all over the world. Looked at once, yes.
Twice? perhaps if a long wait.
But always sure. Set down when its time to go.
Will not. Can't find it. In there photoShoots.
Dresses. Pretty faces. They make the image.
Count day in, day out. Who are they? Where are they now?
Never will be truly known. Flip the page.
Seen all over the world. Looked at once, yes.
Twice? perhaps if a long wait.
But always sure. Set down when its time to go.
YOUR CANCER
Useless to be a fish in love with a bird. His lunch never say such a word. An arrow cutting through an apple but never will health be the cure in this big small world. Cancer spreads, deaths last gift to smile upon life so sickly thin. To be a rat in love with a cat. Chase, hope, fight, bravely hide the fear that runs within. BE STRONG! all along their cancer free bodies cry for you? Big waste. Tears replace laughter for you.. Your kingdom draws near. Sweet honey on your lips. Baby new soft skin will once be your again! And YOU will cry for them instead. Their turn soon but not yet their end.
Little Girl
The flash will capture beauty. Shut your eyes. Keep them closed. Your not good enough. Face not what they want. Lips..Maybe fixable. Eyes too small.
Weight keep it D
O
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Not good enough...No. ...your much better.
Weight keep it D
O
W
Not good enough...No. ...your much better.
Sweet Fear
What do you think?
Look at me.
What do you see?
Look at me.
Her face filled with wonder, He slowly begins to read.
With eyes i see an ugly mess. covered.
With ears I hear words sweetly spilled.
Top lip feeds off the bottom.
Mind. Soul. Heart. lost....... ..forgotten.
Look at me.
What do you see?
Look at me.
Her face filled with wonder, He slowly begins to read.
With eyes i see an ugly mess. covered.
With ears I hear words sweetly spilled.
Top lip feeds off the bottom.
Mind. Soul. Heart. lost....... ..forgotten.
Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam, You sent many off to another land. So that ours is at peace ad its people no harm will reach.
They fight every day to protect this land. They die those brave men. But heres a twist my dearest Sam. All for peace he fights. As she waits all alone her little one asked Mommy whens daddy coming back home? Who fights her battle? who brings her peace? Who is there to protect her? While her man is overseas? And at night she prays and pleads for him to come back home safely please. With teary eyes she lays her head. Yes on a nice, warm, safe, but empty bed. She holds her pillow tight. Keep holding it. Be angry you have every right. She holds her pillow not her man, the one who should be by her side. What right did you have Uncle Sam? Who gave you the right to start a battle on two lands.
They fight every day to protect this land. They die those brave men. But heres a twist my dearest Sam. All for peace he fights. As she waits all alone her little one asked Mommy whens daddy coming back home? Who fights her battle? who brings her peace? Who is there to protect her? While her man is overseas? And at night she prays and pleads for him to come back home safely please. With teary eyes she lays her head. Yes on a nice, warm, safe, but empty bed. She holds her pillow tight. Keep holding it. Be angry you have every right. She holds her pillow not her man, the one who should be by her side. What right did you have Uncle Sam? Who gave you the right to start a battle on two lands.