a dare

pioneers of mountains strap their swaddled minds
into a spacious grainy stare
and move past the beasts of the air

in full swing

I'm adjusting to the light again
emerged from a dusty lair in those ugly chains
that protrude from the mouth of the pit
like some kind of grotesque offering

"speak forth unto the land"
They steadily declare, in sweet surrender
you will have strength to dare

in trust and tender,
you will be strong to dare

oh but how sweet is it, this song that they sing

Fear

The fine line between Faith and Insanity

Fear and Irrationality

In taking that step towards the calling which is 

One's true identity

In which Circumstances

My defensive stances

Unlucky chances,

They all scream captivity at me

To get Me to Fear

Their own God forsaken Fear of Me.

The fall

Love, indeed, all, is to all

Sounding sweet, but in reality

Another twisted call

To want a man more beautiful than a lie

That I would live and die for

That I would try and fight for

Is death not an unreality

When the lie has been exposed

It's just all because of the fall

Hear all you want but will you listen?

30 “But as for you, son of man, your fellow citizens who talk about you by the walls and in the doorways of the houses, speak to one another, each to his brother, saying, ‘Come now and hear what the message is which comes forth from the Lord.’ 

31 They come to you as people come, and sit before you as My people and hear your words, but they do not do them, for they do the lustful desires expressed by their mouth, and their heart goes after their gain.  

32 Behold, you are to them like a sensual song by one who has a beautiful voice and plays well on an instrument; for they hear your words but they do not practice them.  

33 So when it comes to pass—as surely it will—then they will know that a prophet has been in their midst.”

Ezekiel 33:30-33

Last words of the day

The way to a traumatized girl's heart
Is not through her prefrontal cortex.
Just like the way into marriage
Is not through the act of sex

That having said, the mind is complex,
The heart is much simpler.
If your heart was remotely mine,
You'd not even a whimper.

I pray not to end the friendship will end

Never again will the fair weather friend return to the fair with another fairer sex friend whether time will tell or the tie will be severed, you're better off instead as a friendship to mend, than rather defend, the fair weather trend, that the friendship would end that I pray will not end.

It's not my story if it's yours

When do I decide that the story
Line goes
Down
a different

Path? I wonder line by line.
I'm no longer
a part of chance or fate

I am
In wait. Insist on it,
You call it disorder or a brain lesion of sorts
But I'm wondering how far
You would take your own horse.

Down that road Again.

Down that road Again.

Down that damn road


Again.

It's a new village, this time, I carried you through
It's a new paradigm, this wine, I witnessed to you too
But it's not enough! I'll still want you

When the lights go out with moths about
To wear away at the lingering musk

Of a dying outer shell. We're dying, in this spell.

I just wish you could see,
I just wish you could smell,
I just wish you wouldn't name it
Such a dreadful hell

She was a beauty

I'm ok being in this cabin fevered spell
You can all just go to hell for all I care
While I spit out this fantasy affair
She was beautiful, I tell you!

She was beauty
I declare...

She was a fair beauty, and it was
too delicate to tell

Like the gentleness you craved
And created
When you did not even know you had it

It's all a myth, for fairies and nuns
And all other imaginative puns
And secrets of society
And stories of suns

To steal you from your reality
To steal your sanity
Like she did mine and had barely even begun...
Oh but it would have been so fun

Scoffers

One day the suckers will dream and the drifters will fly

Just you see, you imminent

Frenzy of foes

You sons of bitches and hoes

Your scoffing will die

Sands

Can you love someone you don't know?

Can you know someone you don't love...

It's a mystery for the steady seeker,

A conundrum that's unspoken of

Rough around the edges say

the ones who've chipped all their teeth away

But polished by the ocean tides

Like the million little sands of time

Are what I’d like to become anyway.

The Chase

You love for a chase

You seek for a thrill

For the one you desire

Won't give in to you still

For the one you despise

Is within your own will

No man will aspire 

Towards what they are not

So maybe there's Nothing

or No one to be caught

Anymore.