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.