What The FUCK

the perfect look

for such an occasion

The dance of emotion

and satire of laughter

Indulgence of arrogance

This is the perfect

location

and moment

of incapable sense

So again with more

strife

and confidence

What the Fuck

Ha Ha

Ha Ha

They gaze upon me

like i did something wrong,

said something wrong,

believed something wrong....

Ha Ha

Is what i hear...

from all around...

not heard,

but seen...

I can see it in their disapproving eyes

Ha Ha

The treatment i get...

I deserve

Ha Ha

Nothing that passes these

lips are serious...

Mindless, numb

words flow

Ha Ha......

Is what I should say back

Ha Ha...

Is your life in comparison to mine

Ha Ha....

Is how this will end

Ha Ha....

I'm not gonna say a Word in response

I am your childhood story...
I'm what you dream about
what you cry
what you wish...
and most important
what you fear

There is nothing i can do...
the only thing i can do is nothing....
but nothing is gained by doing...
but doing will only gain a void of nothing-ness

irregular occurrence

I felt the mist today
the brutal gust of tyrants
sting of droplets as future puddles manifested
soaked drenched clothing clinging to my body....
bitter cold rested on my face
and found a home
I saw the trees being beat and battered
the leaves were the innocent bystander that fell
victim
I heard the crash of branches like the
crunching of bones in iron jaws
I smelled the humidity that will embellish any
death or odd odor for weeks
I had a taste in my mouth of dirty
residue left by this irregular occurrence

Yet none of this,
any of it,
compared to the destruction you have done
By not doing anything.

Ignorance is Bliss..
but
Bliss is never known
Until ignorgance is lifted,
Broken,
Shattered.
and the gates of reality are
Faced

You are the waste
The fucking shit on the bottom of my shoe
You are nothing…
Yet I can’t get rid of you
I know you are there under my heel
Making my walk slightly clumsy
I scrape you off…
Thick patches of grim and mudd
Hopefully I left you to plague another soul
You are gone, nothing left of your scum
But your stench crawls to my nose
I just forgot you
Yet your essences is consuming
I need a new pair of fucking shoes now
Thanks

a love by any other name
would still kill me
to let go, to live for you
nothing was gained
unless you count my tears
remember those twilight hours?
clasp together in an embrace
that no one /no thing could pry
you whispered
"i will always love you"
yet i am still here
alone
without you....
yet your whisper still flows in my ear when all is silent
when i feel the most alone
is this my past haunting me
or do your words that you speak
still reach me
it is sad to say yet truthful....
I still and always will love you
even if it does kill me
which i know it will

blind leading the blind

why can't you see....
you are blind, seeing with only
your thoughts and fantasy
this is real...this is here...
so see it, believe it...
if not you are lost
lost to us
lost to yourself
i've tried to find you
called out your name in the blanket of night
and whispered in the gleam of the sun
yet no response
i didn't expect one though
maybe i don't want to see you lost
maybe
i am the blind one

eyes on the prize...
finger on the trigger
ears to the ground
and belief in the heart....

I have none of these...
nor do i trust in any.....

believe in my downfall
is all i know,
and there is an end to this existence...
with or without you

your choice, your path...
which do you choose
either way
i know mine

Raw emotion

I sing of crying.
I laugh of dying.
I dance to the thought of being alone forever.
I skip to the illusion of oppression and revolution.
I embrace the idea of hurt and the wounded.
I live to see you fall...

And all i want

is for you

to see me

watch you crawl.

Ode to Him

Tearing my Flesh

Claiming your victory

Naive gestures

Stagnant screams

This is not a Dream

Nor Nightmare....

but Reality/Actuality

A minor bump on your highway

became a Detour for mine

You cut my Road off

and my innocents

you gave me an

Untrusting Heart

and a sense of only tangible love.....

and

I HOPE i gave you Guilt

symbols of expression

Words are restricting
Binding my feelings into delusions and bias objections.
How can one express themselves in simple letters and symbols….
I will not deny my lack of knowledge in the word play,
But as well, to restrict my feelings with bars of language and perspective…
To not be able to express my expression
But is that not our wish, our desire
To not be bound in Words

never...to...be

Is your demise
To be my comprehension?
Your downfall is in relation to my triumph?
I'm the slop....the shunned....

Yet you are too....

Cannot two slums make something precious

Or is it the waste....wanting........
always to desire
the Fairest
the lovely

To never compromise
But daydream...
of
Never To Be Realities

Misery of Happiness

Pathetic look of caring...
I've given this look once in the past...
I'm ammune to you, to all these
silly sick feelings everyone keeps going on about...
You can't move me, can't touch, barely even look....

I am the Laugh of the Medusa....

I am the stone vessel that you try to fill with your...
Empthy, your tears..
I've cried before...
Warm tears flow, but they are dried up now...
As i am

Felt of touch or passion is the hurt...
I have accepted,
No sympathy, no caring, no reach outs...

I will turn, walk down my self made
Dark and Desolated alley
and
Leave you to the misery of your own
Happiness

empty vessels

Shambles of youth,
scuffle along this
Bright town....
The sun is abundent, yet not much seems to grow
No life in these vessels...
No soul in their shoes
They are not aware
They are Dead
Dead to the world
Dead to me...
Or....
Am I the ghost that haunts and wanders...
Observing, patiently until they join me

Or shall I endure my own presence
for the rest of eternity.

Truth

Truth;

For you or for me...
From their eyes or ours...

From the past or the now...
To the future and beyond....

Must it be rushed and exact....
Or quiet, intimate, and relaxed...

It is not for us to decide.....
but for us to accept or deny...

Can one deny Truth?
Can Truth be False?
And False be Us?

Only Words

Stains, marks.... mistakes...
Collide and multiple in...
Webs, curves, .....to flow..
to illustrate the strain of...
Life, Love...Me...
Expressing what words could only...
Pahtom, imply...lie....
About the true me that...
Steals, manipulates...lives...
For each day counting the .....
Seconds, minutes...memories....
That have given me....
Laughs, cries...inspiration...
To mark upon my canvas with...
Brushes, colors....experience

balance

Rather....
Not have something....
Then....
To have nothing

Stop it

Stop it...
Get back into your cage
I know,
I can feel you crawling to my sleeve
You just want to be held..but it won't happen,
it can't, it never will....
So keep to your obligation..
and pump my cells..
Cease these dreams that
will never be...
If you stop...
It all stops