Spring love.

We walk those miles with each steep to be another laugh or chuckle about the more preferred places we could have nestled away our transportation. The moon to be lightly seen next to the mellow blue sky's. Our words overheard our care passed to the side as it is fine we are who we are not to be judged. The dirt would feel dry and uncomfortable on skin yet it marks our destination so we hold it high. The vehicles poorly placed and quickly abandoned. The sound of horns aside yelling excitement spontaneously sprouting in the air.

We with each steep found the color bloom from finger tips and spreed by hope. Nudging excuse me left and right, hold my hand follow me into the light. Follow as I show you the color of the wind hold me tight let us not part. Flowers break from the soil embracing newly cycled light,Trees re welcoming the spring.

Follow me under clearly blue set sky's fighting through the numbers upon numbers compiling inspiration. Mind your steep, not to slip, trip or fall we will arrive soon.Chanting beating in our heart making hands rise to the sky's above. Numbers nearing there end, suspense passed with a whisper to continue. A deep breath grabbing your heart from leaping out your chest.

Color blinding our sense of sound and direction. I am nestled in a cloud away from the touch I call reality. A foot a way in the clearance I see your smile and cant restrain my self from enjoying the same. I would leap forward to embrace my joy with a sealed kiss, but my heart refuses to take that risk. Coughing up my lungs and that sharp pain that drys my thought she holds me.

I am sorry to be.

You were right beside me, I remember it like yesterdays rain.
I keep screaming, I keep shouting, I keep trembling in the thought.
If love is true hold my anger back tame the lion with in.
The thought to be a fight the current always wins.
From the license plates of your home, to the songs you'd always hum.
I am right here trembling in the actions my mind processes.

You make me week with every word to be an end.
I will hold you at bay to know your not a friend.
I keep it locked away apart from the pain that you send.
I am sorry to be so, I am sorry to be the burden hiden away in your bed.
Oh, I am sorry to be.

Love IN Direct Solar Atmosphere Yelling

Not a day to pass with out the thought of the love I once knew. I will fly to the end of this universe just to bring you back to solid ground. Your name leaves tides pushing my heart to the core of my stomach.Oh how I love you, this is beyond me it feels like stardust lifting me away, now the fires flickering out. You flush me dry of contemplation its as if we to be the unbroken unspoken love. The love pulls me out of bed with the memory of your touch see I shake that same pain. I wish it to be gone, but my love can not be forgotten or even masked with these assorted chemicals.

I would walk those miles just to know I could hear your voice. You are my only hope, have you forgotten those barriers I broke? The barriers I took a chisel and chiseled away speck by speck, brick by brick.I cant hold my breath any longer you left and I cant find the puzzle pieces to fit. Have you ever trembled in your own lonesome? My life was easily mapped holding your tears back. My love for you has me frightened to the point I cant hold my hand out any longer to watch it be ignored. So here is your chance if your heart bares my name come home, I am waiting.

These past months fighting the contortionist from my head have been meaningless worthless. Your still tossing your fingers through my hair, your still there. Your words hurt you seem to pitch a hard one. Each blow, each direct hit has been tearing me down to the point I am kissing the ground. I love you so I would do most almost any thing just to show that my heart beats for you. The places I have been, the people I heard, Not a word or sight above yours.

With cliped wings

Here I stand above lights that burn my breath away, the kind of moment your heart beats to the back of your chest. Your legs begin to shake, tremble with the wind. The dirt shifting and all you can hear is the echo of rocks tumbling of cliffs. I say let it come for me, we spend are whole life's waiting. Here's my chance to grab a hold of every last bit of will to live. I am moving as fast as the current will take me, as fast as my will to be lets.

I set my wings into play and trip of that cliff. My wings like my will to be clipped with another memory of the vague lips that would tie me from the tongue. I was speech less, breath less and now I am here above the city whispering its never enough. I tumble much like that rock crumbling with each contacting blow. I will hold my breath for the one that says nothing, but how the storm comes rumbling in.

Catching dirt between my lips and holding rocks between my fingertips. I am with the sky with its currents swept me away. Hold my slow pumping heart because as soon as I land it will surely seize to beat. Coming closer to the greenery which glows my name.
Tied from the feet I will hang from this tree color seems to fade when your upside down. Black comes vividly as the blossom trees start to bloom. A bird with broken wings flutters hope with each effort to be right.

Lost

Take me from thy string that latch me dry. I am one with the earth as I of it.
So here I am waiting for the moment,You lift me from thy burdens and take me from my scars. Not a flower to bloom, blossom with out. Waiting for that moment because I am yours as you are myn. Through my touch and speech you will feel my love and there it will set you free. My lungs grow wherry as my mind goes dark. Yet that spark in the sky appears to be falling. As I to be a falling star, as we all know to burn out.
So push me back in that orbit and make me thrive with fire that glows within. Love me not for I am sin. You to be an angle flap your wings and make me breath.

To experience the 4th dimension

I am in love with Carl Sagan. He is an astronomer creator of Cosmos the tv series and the author of The Demon Haunted World, Contact, Cosmos.I promise you will not regret watching this because astronomy is fascinating, fuck you if you do not agree.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnURElCzGc0

Somthing in the way you move.

The one who made it possible to fly is now in my dreams, thoughts among me like the ghost you cant see. She slips in my bed ridding me of much needed slumber. I would run if it wasn't with in me but you see her name is coercing through my vain. Thoughts haunt overwhelmingly, the pain is in plane sight don't you see. Dissect me you will witness she is within the depth of my heart and marked in the core of my brain. I have been stolen, taken sold for sin.

Did the tree sprout branches then leaves now the breeze to carry me a stray. I am one with the wind in your arms, no one could love you more. Swept from my balance bruising my knees shackled and chained pushed to seas. I will drown in the presence of these sharks, you truly do leave marks to be reckoned with. I am with out you to face an endless desert marching to the horizon with the taste of grit, salt and ashes.

The feeling swelled with in me killing my pace. Once again tossed off my feet begging you please have mercy on me. Alone scared I swallow my pride. I feel your pain not a sun to rise only rain. I miss you much and through your touch I was capable to fly.

I was made to die

I try to grasp reality, I only mask happiness.
I cant keep moving, when clearly im losing.
I always ask why, but I was made die.
I fucking hate the flash backs when there nothing but my deamons haunting me.

With the wind

I feel my life skipping across the water I'm just waiting for the moment I sink. When you feel your life being flushed down the drain you cant help but to fight the current. I wake in the mourning to only pick my self up and keep forcing through to make my second wind. Life has carried me a stray leaving me far from serenity.

I take this moment to mend and prepare for the next wave that surly has enough momentum to through me over board. The boat I hold dear to keep me afloat sinking before my eyes. Pushed ashore coughing up blood residing salt. I stand to witness a riot arising in the streets, I hold no pride to lift a finger. It is but a dash of anger, a smudge of dirt, cold shredded knuckles bruised from the madness. I drain the oceanic water from my ear to unfold the rant that I wouldn't riot for less.

The breath taking beauty that would flow though this valley is now burning to the ground. In the past I felt comfort, for the future well huh, I am hopeless. As of now. I cant say I am not a victim of being lost in the moment.

Repetitive ringing coming from none other than that fucking alarm clock. I grab a hold of consciousness with lack of the willing I do it any ways. Awake to stubble over the clutter that crowds my dark gloomy room. A bit of a rumble in the stomach as I rush to the restroom the contents pumping up and out my throat saying what a beautifully day. Lights reflecting yellow paint, water trickling down my spine just another day to soon be a night.

Nothing other than a contortionist in my head. She is true blue not like you, you or you unique she is. I will continue lost my train of thought, fUcKiNg ConTortIoniSts.

My addiction

You see me through the static that covers reality like make up. So I must ask did you feel your heart skip when I left. I loved you so and I miss you much the past is the past, ether way you would never take a dead cacus back. I seen the roads bend lights trail and curve, there I stand above it all looking down at a dying culture, but I have not seen beauty quite like yours. If love does not exist then were`s my pay check? I would like to know why I felt ecstasy from your arms, your lips, your voice because now I'm sceptical of love.


You lie on your back looking on towards the textured ceiling poorly painted by your mother, as I find myself lost among the intoxicating assorted chemicals that that line them self single file. It makes me remember the intoxicating sobriety I would achieve with your presence. Your eyes glow within me, your impression is embedded in my dreams, your speech tide to my thoughts. I love to hold you high, when I am the one to fall it makes my lonesome heighten, but at least I can say I still hold the theory of love above your head. Ill love you always even after your pain staking actions you proceeded with.

There is a mission burning within me every day I wake I wish to achieve but, I have to much pride to speak or move a finger about it. I will go my separate way having your name haunt me with the thought of what if.

Grow up

You are the one that breaks my morals to the point suicide looks appealing. I hate you yet I love you, your sickly full of your self, I often wonder why the fuck you cry when nothings wrong. you know nothing of poverty or what its like losing a loved one, or having nothing to stand on but worn rubber on your tattered shoes. Don't tell me you know pain when god granted you life with out any guilt of living. You act as if your a Pericles's gem but when your alone in the dark you hold that blanket tight. I know you fear it all like a child standing in front of a fearsome wall.

You keep using your lips as a weapon to make your self feel better. I wonder if you will ever grow up, you speak words of wisdom but there always quoted from another. I swear I will let you know what the out side world really thinks if you tell another lie or if you try to get in my head. Think before you move you adolescent child, I know you fear the world around you.

About a dream I had

Finding a god dam job

As I'm searching for a job i notice the similarities between a heroin addict and me frantically looking for a job. I watch every body get there fix while my dealers fresh out. No links that break the divide no hope only a vast sea of hopelessness. I would grab a tool but for what to fill a syringe with the empty air. Apply apply apply move to a different state or join the air force. What the fuck just give me a job or burn me on a god dam cross you fucking Mormons who stare at me like you would the devil.

It is just a dance

Across the table she peers into my soul she looks at me as I to be a ghost. I know I'm not transparent, she only thinks she can depict my next move I'm well aware that she is to be wrong. Wrong much like the time those lying lips spoke thinking I was naive. Love yes I do very much, there the words began to roll off the tip of her tongue. Thinking to my self I wish for her death there would be nothing I would appreciate more then to attend her funeral.

The gut punching feeling that turns my spine into a balancing beam. My eye sockets begin to swell , God how my love grows. I know please stop each word is a step closer to the cliff I fear. The cliff I have been training my thoughts to avoid. Based on the contents spilling of the edge of the table she knew she had said to much. She stutters my name as I turn my angry legs back around responding enough is enough. I hear her scream the one that makes me laugh it always reminds me of the child my sister used to be.

Her tone yells wait, desperately trying to wast another second of my time. I restrain my self from the door, she holds me like she used too. From the footsteps of another construction I feel the sensation trickling down my spine fluttering in my stomach. Don't you ever listen at all, lonesome comes with strength with out those eyes. The eyes darkness is consumed in there I travel into the depth of it all I see a shimmering light.

Under the moon light the branches sway, when in the dark I can only see light accompanying your existence. We part leaving the theory of love alone it is but a myth to me, I do not believe because I fear fear it self.

The momentum

I seen through your eyes a flower start to grow. From your brain it made its way on through the cracks in your skull, heaping on towards the sky there it started to bloom into a transparent red. Thorns so sharp the tips would shimmer among the light.I felt your hand grab every nerve within me from there you could start to turn me and through the motion it began to spin me.
I found myself seconds from death, sign your name here. You follow me like a tugging rope pulling me under the cement diluted water with the names that could have been our daughters.

I once heard screaming coming from steel rails that binds on to wooden ties, it always reminds me of the lies hidden behind the missed placed word you call love.Alone with nothing but the memory of light I saw the razor that cuts paths through my veins. A fire arose from the crevasse leaving nothing but ashes. I remember that smile the one that would drop me to my knees with my chin up as if it were a blessing from god, but yet your indecisive ways that kept me guessing. My love it grows much like the endless tree toppling over the structure bellow.

Seconds lead to minutes as minutes in to hours, there I stand each moment my love grows.
I reach to grab your arm as your presence slowly drips away. The only thing you left was single tear drop that you would wear with pride. The only thing accompanying me among the piercing cold dark is my collapsed lungs, my legs are sore as if I had been running for days. I feel my world turn, my mind begins to spin and create this uncomfortable motion sickness I unwillingly acquire.

I would stand if I knew it to be worth something so rather I lie in my dying agony. In hope to gather straight again.