Thursday, August 18, 2011

Forge the Fornication


Frazzled fights on fiery nights and bedazzled embezzlement keeping what you don't want buoying on the rim of a salted glass. Contents of the weak hearted slowly spilling from a puncture that happened and was ignored, an ignorance with the potential of bittersweet symphonies. Songs with lyrics that aren't easy to remember. A remembered moment of toppling passion doused in heat. Getting so hot, so quickly with images of you on an overhead projector, a projector of emotions being beamed crossed the room into the candy dish and I'm encouraging your fingertips to rifle through it and pick out the pieces you want, it'll fit your ego like a 100 piece puzzle but your bound to be tipsy with your actions and drop the most important piece right under the sofa and hurried eyes will all see it happening but in their minds, they'll doubt you, you and your ability, the seriousness of ownership and lessen their pride for you because your throwing social obscenities into a crowd of strangers, strange to you comfortable to me and the candy dish will be as empty as it was full, of star cuts of my mind, because someone there soon realizes their is more to those pieces than your tipsy fingers will ever realize. Morning accusations but its way pass 7pm and evening delights with the softest hint of decapitation, slice the air from my lungs and bottle it for the sun, for newest heights will not force you to forge the fornication and wake up on the verge of hesitation, the time is slowly ganging up on you and slowly pushing things in other directions and its swimmingly slow and you don't even know if you sped up just seconds prior you wouldn't misplace exactly what your after. After all your misguiding yourself to a belief you don't believe in but conforming to the comfortability of the way it all swings left.

Midnight Snack On My Heart


Consensual adoration on a blistering nerve that seems to bubble and twist at the slightest membrane wander in a direction I've been undirected too. Good morning inspiration. Waking up with the urge to tackle what I've been trying to say for months. Summer heat no longer at my feet and fall please don't push me to fall any further than what I've already done. Good afternoon confusion. Where your morning inspiration is suddenly bombarded with thoughts and feelings, over sensing the entire situation, making the situation a conflict and being conflicted by such monarchy of self imposed puzzlement. Good evening understanding. Full circle kick and your back to the acceptance, to the slow steady beating of thought and heart to the exact same inspiration, like the sun and moon, full cycle. Sleep seems to be enough to saunter it all together, a present in a dream. Midnight snack on my heart.

A Potion in the Sky to Filter Our Senses


triumph, this dump, are you ready to stand up. for what you want, a little bit of who knows what, and you don't care because they don't care and i've learnt that cares get you no where. wake up, in the dark and realize your just as smart, as you'll ever be, and what are smarts to a person like me, running off of energy, and i'm prepared to take another shot to chalk it up, and i'm not going to back down for your sake, i'm walking away, look at how lovely this is turning out to be. focused on the quarter machine prize because instant luxury might be better than long term goals and we're feeding the fire with less and less coal but it's seeming to grow out of control, we're dancing with no music on and sometimes this is the best way to do it, toppling over the idea of this and the image of that, but suddenly searching faces for more and more frets, don't sweat this moment. empowering the power that i've won, taken from a place that i must've been hidden from. breaking down doors, for a little more air, where has all the freedom gone in here, punching out windows for the perfect amount of light but if we had it our way it would always be night, except for that moment we do decide to dash, a little mixture of both would be acceptably clad, for a potion in the sky to filter our senses, i'm a little stoked to start this venture. packing my bags and no where to go yet, departure is undecided but i'm already half way out the door, and i'm not prepared to stop, for obstacles i do invite, and triumph, triumph.. everybody prepare to fight.

Colossal State of Confusion


The constant questioning of you, me, us, and them. The constant push and pull of doing what's right, but what is right and what is wrong. Are you happy? I can't tell, all I know is that your pulling on my heart strings here, and I wasn’t even sure I had any left. Stop making me so aware, hyper aware of what is going on, of what I want, because I know what I want I cannot have and what I have I'm trying to deal. I'm trying to make this easy, comfortable, but I was more comfortable before. Why are we pulling teeth, we aren't dentists and our truth does not lie in our teeth, it is in your heart and your head but they wont agree so your conscience is trying to punch them out, trying to make sense, but your are confusing me and confusing them and us and you and this is just a colossal state of confusion that I wasn't invited too, but I arrived on time with ample words to pry into things I thought I wanted to know, no, the things I still want to know but you will not tell me them because you don’t know just as much as I don’t know and my wants settle, they accept but then you come around and they burst and they are questioned and tempted and this temptation is causing me a heart attack, please don’t hurt me. Make up your mind, your like a joker in the deck of cards, so out of place, but perfectly placed and get to come and go as you please, with being missed to not being noticed but when you choose to be noticed your noticed and it's affecting, effecting, bubbling all around. A violent fight of words and feelings, nothing physical, but I want to be physical with you. I'm no longer fearing these things that have expanded within me, because I understand where they are coming from, and they are out of my control, sign the paper, send you back, write off - exhaust, what is happening here. What do you want? Can I ask you again. What do you want and whom is this all for because your destroying everything in your path while on your victory lap of making everything right, put up a fight, a battle for your wants, because I can no longer tell you about mine, it is all wasted time. Won't you waste time with me. Your time and mine. I'm a billionaire on the clock and I want to spend it all on you, but your actions and words don’t walk the walk and your nothing but talk and your changing your mind with the movement of the sun, and your pushing me away while trying to get close, and your ships are all mixed match your playing this game that doesn’t appeal to me.. A game I wasn’t prepared for and teetered with joining, and now I've some how wound up in it and I can't I can't I tell myself easily, but then your around and I'm doing everything wrong, a conflicted conflict that I want to be evicted from. A simple grade school tactic, with the yes and the no and the boxes for silent x's that mark exact moments in a pivotal time.. Is this pivotal for you yet?

Your A City

a beautiful dance we've mastered with such radiant knowledge. you know, i know but they say the first step is admitting you have a problem, we are such a perfect problem. floating hope, like the optimistic do, casting their minds to the side and allow themselves to forget it all. i can't forget, but i choose to remember, and i'm feeling. feeling like a city.. all bright and alive all busy and running. we're running. we love this run, a run for our money a run for our time. lost in our minds in ourselves. i'm swimming within your thoughts and i'm drowning in my thoughts of you. this is a different kind of lifestyle. magazines have not yet glorified what we have found in one another, and no cosmo quiz could determine your gooeyness you have found for me. are you tired, from running, running around my mind and counting all the songs i've linked to pieces of you, times and moments, all shared so quickly that when the radio decides to play them i have snapshot adventures with all the things ive said, ive done. can i say more, do more, im really trying to do this right. but what is right! this city doesn't help me and i cant help myself and i cant help myself. i'm drunk at an AA meeting, and you've tagged along with me, like i stumbled in with the bottle.. half empty, totally warm and aroused with the embers of it's contents swimming in me. is this a city or a pool.. an ocean or a night club because the effects of you are all over me and i cant help but like the way they make me feel. im feeling like fire. like winter and snow. im hot and cool but not mean and icy, im struggling to keep my heart in my pocket, please dont fumble with my pockets. the beating is spreading so quickly, through my body and this is like an earthquake, there goes all the good and all the bad within this city and there goes everything into the ocean and i cant breath but im breathing in the depths of you and im trying to throw my valuables in the vault. this and that, to save them from this severe water damage that is bound to make us wishy-washy about everything but im not. and your not. and i cant. and you cant. and you could, but you wont and i wont but i could and i should stop this and you should stop that and we could start that without any of this, and why is this the easiest hardest thing ive ever done, my heart a tangle of twizzlers, a sweet sticky heaping mess of the best thing i cant shake.

Self Greed, For the Things Within Me Are Mine


Single people riding the bus. Single handily taking all the spaces where single thoughts will ride from each single stop, swiftly getting on, singly getting off. Single people walking down the street, in massive groups, disguising the singleness, and each single day merging into each single week, each single month, each single year. A single decade of single hope. Single greed, clouding up single ambition and single moments colliding into a single emotion. That sane emotion cutting and dividing into a single attribute and that same spot of consistency hurrying at the single education of single atonement. The forever turmoil of regrouped singleness to mirage the concept of forever we stand alone and alone we stand alone, a better friend of mine than those clustered together, sharing a brain and a heart and a thought and often shoes and pants. Self greed for the things within me are mine.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Let's ZigZag


unsure of where i'm stepping, i might step on you and not even notice. my eyes seem to be pulling to a whole other dimension these days, and for sometime, they have settled on you. it's not a big predicament, and i don't want you to up and walk away because of the pleading of my pupils. does this make you feel uncomfortable because the sudden comfortability of my soul is nerve racking. go ahead, guess who, i'm willing to give you more than i think ever and i think everyone will notice, a constant notice, ads wanting to push into my space, look into my place and i want to take you there. randomized issues bubble poppin' at the incidental things i'm about to open and the constant hurried madness of my foot steps to the abrupt slowness of it all, is strange. i must tell you this doesn't happen, not with the sun, not with the rain and now i've got nothing and i'm want to give you everything and that indeed could flare up unreasonable problems, but let's have problems, let's make things break and fix them, i'm scared, may i borrow your hands, to cover my eyes and feel your heart beat within your fingertips suddenly flutter on my eyelashes and blood with strengthen and truth be told, i've got many truths to spill on the canvas.