Monday, November 25, 2013

Matthew 18:22

You are a piece
Where do we begin to begin again?
When I close my eyes I can almost feel
Like nothing
You changed it all
After all this insanity.
Am I gonna be an optimist?
The rubble of our sins
Crashes into me
And I
Into you

Tumbled and crumbled
Walls piled high
Could see
From space
'cross my heart
We died

Scarlet red
Petals fall
To the floor
Like gravity
Will we
Rise again?

It is through giving that we receive. These seconds are chances. Gifts we are given. I try to receive them. But the past, with its pain, is proving hard not to live in.  Four hundred and ninety times I'm told to forgive you. This hole in my heart has a will to be filled, a task I intend to see through. Still though, at times, as if frozen. I get nowhere. Lacking real progression. Stuck. Hesitation. There is wisdom in this lesson. I oft unwittingly am victim of my own imagination. Parinoid delusions. Internal manifestations. My fear is falling prey again, my pride is so defensive. Being the focus of manipulations is emotionally expensive.

                                                                        I am

Finding myself
                  by this monster,
                          your creation.
Yet thanking you,
               all the same,
                   for this painful education.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Saur Us

A life without the likes I of you² see
Appears mirageously comparable to a desert once a sea
Profoundly destitute existance would be
Barren, bare, badlandishly wasted
I'd thirst thirstily for more
Of tastes fore fast tasted

Rather I’m an ocean formerly desperate, in dispair
Till you rained sunset lullabies, soothing waves of repair
What once was a waste
Cavernous and spacious
You filled full with affection
A void vastly capacious.

Greenly you stormed positively down on to me
Colorful charged clouds broadcasting immortality
Cleansing the slovenly
Refreshing as Irish spring
Than Leprechanic rainbow gold
More wealth do you bring

An erudite man need I not be to see
That no ersatz charlatan could ever replace thee
I mean not to upbraid you
For you’re fairest and most fair
A delicate flower ‘mongst gross weeds
Of this I’m well aware

Is it not sage to assume you beyond all reproach?
Know you not me a lame horse pulling uphill your stagecoach?
More than willing be assured
Less than a bale in my affrays
Yet pull away everyday I will
Doubt not what justly this says

I’d maim any man who would dare to defame
That whom I’ll grant (grace willing) with my name
Deserving of abundance
Past present and lately
Laizee faire will prevail
Fear not penury

I impart on to you, these words truly true:
I’m done with the invective, far better due are you.
Once achaic and barbaric
Now brilliant I am back
Never to revert again
Never you to lack

Know exempli gratia: I’ll love you post post-mortem
Id est, ours is immortal; ¡Vida sin tu define boredom!
Es verdad mi amor
A Spanish/ing fact my love
In waring times of atrocity
You’re my peaceful dove

Which is precisely why I refuse to refute
That life without you would be obsolute.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


That new shit that you got is overdue. I've got the realist on my mind. Fuck the other guy. Can even get a chance to decide. That's just something. They know. Forces and voices distort this. Stunt man mid metamorphosis. What is this? Selfishness. She steals for sure see sells sees shore stores. Moors like Othello can shake spears, get a hello? Donatello was more mellow than the rest o dem turtle fellows. Swell those days when innocence was yet to be misplaced. The time between the then and know one wonders if was wasted.... Another quote, another song, a fork stuck in the road. Another reason to make reflections whilst chilling till the next episode.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


It gets a little easier when i make believe that i am in prison
like i put myself there
where i belong for all that i have done
at least this self induced sentence allows me freedom
but at what cost?
long days wallowing
it is sort of funny
how that cliche goes
you really dont know what you have
it is gone
far away now
all that time spent wasted
what i would give to have it now
they say dont live in the past
they say dont live for the future
they say to be in the moment
fuck this moment
fuck this
all of this
what is better
am i getting it?
how close am i
how long
how far
how much more