Framed Insight 4/16/12

i am invisible,understand,simply because people refuse to see me.
yet you know, and now you refuse to trample through the Prepossessing wilderness that is me.
you've put together my puzzle without the pieces.my amazement in you never ceases.just like hate know loves the cure you can rest your mind assure that ill be loving you always.And ill give up forever to touch you.i know that you feel me somehow.your the closest to heaven that ill ever be,i just wanna miss you right now.i know were taking the long way but i know we will ketch our someday.
this is the world, where lovers often go astray.i don't see us going that way.i don't want the world to see me cuz i don't think that they'd understand.who else to love  me but you.and no one can ever love you the way i do.now that we've had a taste of free.I'm needing you to the highest degree.all i can taste is that moment.all i can breathe is your life.just like all things are new you know what i say is true.ill be loving you always.Yes, it's gonna take a miracle To make me love someone new 'Cause I'm crazy for you.it doesn't matter which way it comes ill take us however.Even if you took my heart,And tore it apart,I would love you still, forever.lets hit and run from this traffic jam.everything made to be broken,i just want you to know who i am.

Denouncing Innocense 4/15/12

did it start with what i ate? over eating and lack of exercise do they share an equal rate?.this is menace  in my stomach.its shifting from side to side and I'm standing still.i wish there was something more than Tylenol maybe a abortion pill.the ache these groans i am falling for sleep.i wish i had a Shepard as the rocky mountain sheep.i refuse to lay down but gravity i cant seem to beat.i feel like im standing in the middle of the sea. my sky turning grey with under tones of green.they say the sky reflects the ocean so i guess its reflecting me.you wont see me on the scene i'm reversing for the day.i might as well sleep my life away.i mean why the Resistance? must i rebel against everything?couldnt these emotions grace me pitty.a sympathetic strike.falling in love" a kind of sickness and craziness, an illusion, a blindness to what the loved person is really like.ive been nocked by a lighting bolt.ive been on this ride i recognize this jolt.i have caught ill my eyes are hurting.My head is exploding, my stomach ripping my hands are going numb.love struck is my suicide drill.and next to him there are close to none.

Hardly Visible 4/14/12

visualize what happens when they read me.
habits metaphorically
They drew pictures that symbolized their feelings towards me, and on the ways i affected them.
poised to dive into my pages they become
self-portrait condemned, stick figures falling asleep in bed or sitting at a desk distracted by noise from  the television in small stages  .
reading me is dancing follow the lead and steps of my text including my lyrics, rhythmic genre and flow.breath me
soaking up absorb like a sponge.i 
consumed nourished but poisoned your lungs
 Reading me would be feeding one's soul greasaly 
feed a steady diet of misunderstanding and  fantasy.the electric storm.
something vivid,intense and concrete that you cant get in any other form.
which of ,Making you a strong proponent 
i am that which you crave ,someone that will free you from the overcrowded moments.
allowing you to see you in a larger light.
I'm the perfect long read for the international flight.
reading me will give us the depth, the gaps that don't show up on many screens.
what happened to the days when time spent meant quality?
without frivolity, my love needs a person who can ensure its survival by whatever means necessary.so shrieking out with no divisible by,  i continue,
a crowned head are of short supply. i am of novelty value. 


The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it. ~James Bryce

Memories of Deeper Song 4/13/12

I whisper your name almost in some sort of prayer.strumming your pain, i spit your song the piano player. killing you softly. mood west coasting, hydraulic press.Trembling pulsing tingling writing love poems on your slippery wet goose bumped fevered flesh.sitting under water falls are chasing us.two wheel riding no shuttle bus.i am butter laying melting on you.i have architect this moment.call me Palladio. my mouth the radio surrounds us by the quite storm.i in plural form dread widows walk.the color of the night is pillow talk.deep smelly scars of lie.you slide me with your glad eye. i expect you to put my heart in the bottom of your shoe.Fred Flintstone,my perfect beauty, you  make true our yabbadabbado and i gobble down your puppy chow.im not scared of the fall now.yes, You are a marvel.having bubble and squeak conjunctions You are unique. In all the years that have passed, for me my moon ,there has never been another like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move.you are outta sight.i can gig,swerve,footloose,and juke in your groove.like dy-na-mite.  in whole of you ,your steering from the rear.your life is greatness leaking from the pin of  Shakespeare, your grace is  Michelangelo that attracts this bullheaded buffalo, your vibes are southern, voice Beethoven.i enjoy your thermal spring. i cant shake this stain,my coffee ring.You have the capacity for anything. vice versa you are my mirror staring at we bestows an awards upon .can you blame me for wanting to hold on?

Muse of Dreams (predated) 4/12/12

 we lived eternity on a count of one two three times.i the rhythms you the rhymes,our love was the complicated kind.waking up on misty  beaches, with black sand in our creases.we were the scattered pieces of time.creators of new releases of our over casted mind.it was the simplicity of the matter.we flew without wings,we knew not the tragedy of gravity.we were now and latter.we danced in the seasons.strength weakening  happily with adhesion. breathing for you religiously allowed us to love poetically.burning up with unfulfilled energy.our cravings grow stronger and bolder  magnetically.we are prisoners in our dangerous world unapologetically.We got us humming like Marley is this love that we feeling?heard it said it was destiny.anything you can think of is real.whither it is an unstable stiletto heel or a sweet  candied citrus peel.we broke the deal.soaked in natural cologne.up and down we on a steamroller high  tropic and low polar zone.locked in a ying yang carried on our screams our status we proclaim.with our rays and beams we leave streams of the scenes we executed capital  supreme.then again all things are permissible in our dreams.

Response with Sphere 4/11/12

i do intend to win, whatever battles i fight.i refuse to rest in the pacifying of your night.i will rage!i must rage! against the ignorance of my light.regret shall have no dominion.apposed to preconceived opinion.Grave man,near psychological death. You see with blinding sight.But perfect beauty you are true.If these past times have made you clever, the upcoming may thrust genius upon you.

i wanna  love you; i wanna love and treat you right!i wanna love you;everyday and every night!

wild man who caught and chanted the sun into flight.Sink in and know these words are the meaning of right.vision-less eyes could blaze like meteors and learn to late they grieved love on its way.old age should burn and rave at close of day.Curse,bless me now with your full flavor i pray.dont be afraid to reach our height.do not rest easy in your  appeasing night. rage! you  must rage! against the subsidence of my light.

Landscape with Underlined Concept 4/6/12

to hear hollow words or sincere verbs taking voyage to fan the silence to her is unnecessary.
the words reaching out like desperate hands LOVE ME,only no answer but blank faces.
deep rising eyes draped in a sadness damned to silence. damned in exile.
they're too afraid of voices that makes them three dimensional a family connection scares them crawling back into
the void avoidance fits them so well.
she is well worn torn and wholly alone.It's never ending as long as shes been breathing its been this way.
a never ending night but she never goes to sleep.
she'd kill for her reality to be a nightmare but Awakening will not vanish it.
Hate, anger, frustration,How does she survive?Confusion, distraught, depression.
Why even be alive?
They chose not to see the screams behind her eyes and they
deafen their ears to suit so they wont be infected By this emotive mute.
because they don't care only inside she'll cry knowing it makes no difference to them
whether she lives or dies. her heart became numb way back.you see they start to hate her
 because emotions towards them she lacks.her soul always wept the sorrows passed away,
 but the pain is still kept.she wants to remember all of them together.going back to the beginning when
i love you to her meant forever.Ghastly, deafening silence seeps through her seams. if theres a way out
 she must find it by any means.they're Harboring a lifetime of melancholy blue dejection,
reeking of ripe regret them a family Too vague to remember Too important to forget.

Dating,really? 04/09/12

     Took hours to tame your tickle-brain.to be more prepared for eminent domain.nail polished in broken soul.perfumed in desirable.personalized by the firebomb in your eyes . you sit across from him.he listens to you;you are his hymn.excited by the prospect of meeting someone new. going through the annual security review.judged and critiqued later,this meeting has turned into job interview.giving into one night stands like giving into drunken late night ice cream binges.you are gambling,becomes your addiction. one measly cent can flip into an actual eviction.His words are starting to taste good,like fruit from the watermelon vine.thats only because  your trapped in the legs of numbing wine.that will only keep you grounded in the unemployment line.this is dating.behold your conversation with the stars and the creator of once upon a time.its the memorizing rhythm while your shopping through the clearance rack finding Prada is unrealistic.BUT you continue searching.Searching and searching, to find something worth purchasing.And he shows up on your screen, like a Carls Jr commercial. trying to hard to be sexy.his shirt feels like broken glass. thats Polly and Ester your not dressed in Armani. Oh honey,where is your originality that shapes your personality.this is dating.The land of the disjointed.I was ready and waiting.Hes a  starbucks brownie.it looks good but once tasted ending with disappointed.

Dot with Point 04/10/12

lost in a sea of nameless faces.through the soil,maple,wheat,mocha,copper and maroon shades from different places. with all our different styles. problems and time miles we stand as one.here we have liberated ourselves from past fraught with self-doubt.day in and day out,"Great is thy faithfulness"  is what we're  knowledgeable about.we have a pride in all things ethnic.a confidence, stretch beyond our 1,185 acres.This place, a revelation. us the ground shakers the pray breakers,lawmakers.established in 1896 we are historically seventh-day adventist.the definition of spoken word in motion.we are the gospel singing.mind painting,jazz musician,praise dancing,writing,drama performing,musical compositions of black youth.we are lost voices heard.a truth, made legendary.ours is no longer a case of untold.because of this place our cross is blue and gold.here as there we are developing servant leaders.this is a place we go eat.they are Eagle feeders.teaching us funambulism. we are the assortment of colored mimetic possibilities. this place is the mecca,the very heart of black adventism.we are the rock Cory memories of nostalgia- days of close friendships and destiny formed.no one should be deprived of this experience.the inside jokes.he bug bites. studying late nights.  the revolutionary movements. we vibrate with  glorious ultra-sound ,the likes of which we haven't heard since.welcome to a weak taste of my campus.

Dialogue with Falling Son 04/07/12

And then i find myself at the bottom of a bottle. summoned into battle as if a artist production.across oceans and cracks. i have caused a deconstruction.i have burnt upon myself.guilt sprang from the depths of me.ever plummeting southwards.this time there were three.oh death where is your victory.get those eyes from inside of me.collecting them n bottles.creating a self induction.flustered disconnected hurt...i am a warrior.hear my thunderous war cry.i failed my reproduction.bruised from a afflicted scar.i am the epitome of deduction.furious and embattled, GOD smiles upon me? am i a product of his mercy?imbuing me with power he has made me a spectacle of glory.yet inside of me a weapon of destruction. they've been taken away from me.some sort of form of abduction.every trace of them was washed away,....i wonder why it has to be this way.

-For those who sufer from aborto espontaneo

babble with exspression 04/01/12

you don't believe in me. why do you doubt your senses? say no more ,speak comfortably rise and walk with me bare what my hand has to offer and you shall be more than this. You rip my heart out.You melt my heart out.Most times to me you are crown royal.other times you are a rat deserving a sinking ship.Do you remember the way of shadows have been? I could walk i blind folded.im in love with your heart.it is pure and all consuming mirroring the love of GOD. yet it is deadly when well use.there is something deep and dangerous in you that leaves my heart a flutter.those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.and still you vibrate with a pure seductive light.equivalent to a flame for a moth. arguing like were married talking like were best friends and flirting like first loves. Do you know  this place? what would i give for you to be alive again. take me remove me from this place i cannot stomach it.come in ,come in and know me better.The who i am.Look upon me conduct me where you will  (i see a vacant seat and crutch with out a leem)say my heart will be spared.If t
 hese shadows remain unaltered my heart will surly die i suffer from your ill will yet im prepared to bare you company.

Manufactured Image 04/04/12

            Tell me you love me.let me know my feelings are mutual.tell me you miss me.that our "Friday night lives" are something you crave.tell me that your afraid to be with me.going back to the beginning when you were vulnerable.being more human than you seem.tell me you need me..that your night and days are exhausted with thoughts of me. tell me i can do it. let me see that your my plus one when im feeling isolated.tell me im beautiful.assuring me that im GODs chosen for you.a reflection of you.tell me that age is just a number.that with all your years you've been waiting for me.Tell me we will grow old together.That all our days will be filled with fire.tell me about yourself. spill your better and worse. Tell me by showing me that your unconditional that your love and loyalty, honor ,respect, heart will extend to me through sickness and through health. tell me im yours...Believe, thats what i need to hear.

The Element of Life 04/03/12

If during this period you chance to find your ears ringing it will be because i am  communing with all those delights,laughter and satisfaction.with all those dark things horrors and fears of yours.or else writing pages about you, that will stand after we are gone.you see , the pen is the tongue of the mind.and like the pen you have a power, a strength, a destiny that even you don't fully recognize for good or for ill.i have no doubt it will be used and the whole of us will be changed by it.the rumor of you will be the tool for which i will create immortal pages.

Impression of Silent Birth 04/02/12

         wasn't really thinking, wasn't looking, wasn't searching for a answer and now im in the power of a wolf;the most rapacious perhaps that this world has ever seen and since i did not flew he has inevitably devoured me. His colorful moods keep me hostage.i love that im both distaste and fancy being his captive.  ive got it bad id take his black take his navy and red. i don't know how it happened. don't now why but you don't really need a reason just to fall in love. i need this vivacious man with no bomb strapped to my head.his health is splendid and he has a marvelous power of enduring all sorts of fatigue. he is uncommonly eloquent and his gifted  with an innate mind which has never forsaken him. these are among many reasons why i am in utter and complete love with him.Beacuse of him, i was attacked outside my conscious by a gang of murderous assailants under the alias of feelings who haven't yet disappeared into the night. For me there will never be a invention more beautiful, more simple and complex or more direct as he. in his invention nothing is lacking and nothing is superfluous.

The Post-Traumatic Ego

          Beat on like a stone under the coming tide,i search for your physical love but it does not abide.in the spaces and places that my eyes glide.
         To give yourself freely and lovingly is the most beautiful thing you can do.to act atop of me altruistically allowing me to love you munificently would bring me out this Bavarian blue.
       Come see about me.here i am.pierced by your beauty.i am a song wrote for your eyes only.
      Soul  deeply affected, and filled with tears. loneliness well placed as the wet behind elegant cat ears. we need something more than method of least squares.we need like it was authorized shares. 
       A Great Life A Legacy of Love And those physical expressions were indicative of the singularly greatest thing I appreciate. we loved.
      Mines is a familiar story. The developed common mornings glory.leem of a Miracle.
     A Secret Promise Kept. ensure that no-one can intercept.long nights of overslept.
     what happened to our Simple Gesture.
    Ours remains A Story of Hope.Not easily washed away with liquid soap.we were remote;controlled yet free of...ours is A Test of Love.

Dear Me.

The hardest thing in this world is to live in it, Be brave, Live.There would be nothing to frighten you if you refused to be afraid.Positive and negative are directions. Which direction do you choose?What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.Don’t doubt the dream it’s the best you can be.Pain is the release of weakness.Reality is the mirror of your thoughts. Choose well what you put in front of the mirror.Its Better to do something imperfectly than to do nothing flawlessly.To think negatively is like taking a weakening drug.Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. Yet.Positive thoughts are not enough. There have to be positive feelings and positive actions.Life is beautiful because of you.Remember that happiness is a way of travel – not a destination.Let GOD use and shine through you,come what may.Work like you don’t need the money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, Dance like nobody’s watching.It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.Your often imitated , never duplicated You do it because You can,  You can because You want to, You want to because they said You  couldn't.You know the motto gul."dare to be different".KNOW Philippians 4:13.What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.If you’re going through hell, keep going. And thank GOD for the experience. Punctuate your Pain with Praise.Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.Everything is ok in the end, if it’s not ok, then it’s not the end.You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it.Action will destroy your procrastination.You’ve got to scratch the surface to make a dent.The things you regret in life, are the risks you didn’t take.It’s never too late to be what you might have been.P.S.Your stronger than you feel, Wiser than you think, and braver than you believe..