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.