More depressing then seeing your last sunrise,
Feelings or desperation swell like waves on a changing tide,
Sulking being weary smiles as your grip slips with every handshake.
How quickly do we discredit human ingenuity?
As fast as we try to overthrow humanity, the next recall,
I want to speak to your most intimate thoughts,
Touch your most intimate places…
Placed on a level on conscience, not felt,
But something more, deeper, to really “feel.”
Not in the sense we feel rain, in the way we feel alive.
Life’s essence running though us like water,
I love the ripples in the pool I drown.
Encumbered with bewilderment, laced in lament
In a world of daisies, the rose, where roads lead no one knows,
Yet to follow the path less traveled, it has still been traversed.
Rather I create my own, rift, in time
Leading me back to the ripples in the water.
The words, off of your lips glow and burn… Like ether
Calm, pulsating radiation. I adore every ounce,
Ounce of your doubt I am burried in. Gorgeous, hallucination,
If only to be guaranteed return, a pain I long to attain.
Adoration… “Gasp” drenched in sweet sweat and fascination.
How, oh how does your plauge swarm into the depths of my heart,
Soul corrupted. Tarnished like precious metals losing their luster,
For mine… I can only hope I never
Never lose you.
It’s probably not an option, to turn back now, forever lost in what we were
Where you were to worried about what could have been,
Could have been nothing, a dream, or nightmare.
So far beyond cordial, when comport is cataclisic and
Kindness is a mistake, knowing no way were hearts kindred.
Can you blame fire for being hot, and enaveably burning out,
Does water not shape mountains and move us all,
The same way life’s nuances shape the persona within.
Who are you, but a perception,
Mine, your own, the world’s if there were such a thing.
Outrageous to believe anything other then the senses,
But what are they, but fools to this disasterous playground,
Where a taste for blood ripens each out, it’s sent
Looming in the arid night winds.
What is creation, what is it without the created?
Where can you purchase or win or just “get” one?
Carrousels of our deepest regrets, carry me away on an angel’s prayer
A cascade of revolution, misguided freedom, a proclamation
Of fortuitous lies, the misfortune of a generation, lost
Deep as the abyss, far darker then a nightmare
Where wolves wear the dress of sheep
Walk amongst the herd, heard of dreaming, whimsical pasts
The world always brighter through a child’s eyes
How to know of that child’s hardships
Hidden with a guise of corruption,
Uplifted, seemingly when dead
If Heaven sent a blessing i’d still never learn my lesson
Open up your lips and mind, so I can take your breath in
So much passion, no time for passive aggression
Sexual tension is a leading cause of stressing.
Hey Eve let me bite that apple
Yoo-hoo , pop top like Snapple,
I guess we’re both nuts like cashews
But I wouldn’t trade you for a thing,
And you can hold my weight if its my name and wedding ring.
Well, I’m going off the deep end
With blinders on so I can’t even see them
Tunnel vision, all I could see is you
True, its a pretty nice view.
Once I was lost and I’m not saying I’m found
I’m saying what once was said isn’t making a sound
I would say my conscience reconnaissance
Came back anonymous anomalous
Analogies of expression, self-reliant depression
Meaning depending on self to not get ahead of yourself
One foot in front of the other, but it’s turning around
Trying to rise, but stuck to the ground
Not passive agressive, aggressively passive
What’s in the past can stay there, we already passed it
Dosen’t mean we’ll let go pending the hold
Just hope trauma doesn’t have a grip on the soul
Picture perfect periods, pause on the pages
Living to fast, while they turn as the day ends
Savor the moment, conversational lush
I’d be drunk off your energy without you saying too much
Love is for liars, without trust its just lust
Once you break a heart you’ll know what it was
Pieces never fit back in the same places
To mend what was broken, in need of some patience
Read through my chapters, i’ve burnt some pages
Deeper then my outline, you fill in the spaces
Thunder and rain, not pleasure and pain
Passion and sadness, as tears turn to ashes
Will we run from what we have become, a conundrum
What is lost but never won
The ones we love, time, passion, and pain
What we cared for, we now have some distain
Or at least refrain from carrying on the same
Even if I want to, it’s something I wont do
And you being hard headed will just react the same
Just the types of ways these people act everyday
Flowers bloom in dark rooms,
And with no rain create monsoons
Winter all the way through June.
I love you’s turn to I do’s
Truth hurts, lies too
Lost when I found you.
Found each other
Do’s and don’ts
Another will what one won’t
or cannot and thats food for thought
High price on life, but there’s no cost
or way to tell if you’re worth it.
A fine line used to define
What’s priceless and what’s worthless.