the second thing in this blog not written by mine

"The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
THE DEVOTION TO SOMETHING AFAR
FROM THE SPHERE OF OUR SORROW."

-Percy Shelley's

state your mind.

i need to feel
as if my heart doesn't need you
if our love is beginning to leave you.

will I ever be the one chosen, as I chase?
Your lovely words are
laced without any proof for your case.

will I ever be the one chosen as a chase?
so that I can feel the
actual warmth of an honest love embrace.
so that I can taste the
the felicity of feeling my love will never be replaced?

in time you'll feel
how it's oh so cold
to only
have your mind to hold.

sleep tight.

i just crawl in closer
because i crave this exposure
to your body; we'll never need closure
because we mean and we're sure
of every word we sing into our composure.

we're just children
who met in a dream
a long, long time ago.
we never give up playing
back and recording memories.
Let's fall asleep and see
what we can imagine into happening;
once we live out this dream,
this dream involving you and me.

Soft Euphoria. Sweet Elation.

My Senses
InterMingle:
I can't tell ONE from the OTHER
when I'm Overcome in love for
You.
make me
smell my sense of sight
as I
taste my sense of sound.

I touch all that surrounds me.
No.
In fact, it Consumes Me.

My sense of ToUcH is OuTsIdE of Me.
How is it that
it is
also
Climbing U P
Inside of Me?

We Trade Selves
at an attempt
to be
lost within One Another.

Hopes & Evils within Pandora

I'm trapped
but I see now
The Box to My Past Should Remain Securely Latched.
And as I sit and look at all of you
all i can do
is just
laugh.

I fall,
but
I catch myself before my actions hit me back.

Mischievous Souls are Trapped within my History
for a reason
and I realize it;
Their Truths Still Continue to be Mere Misguiding & Disguised Lies.
but this time, I'm actually wise.

(Is it because my heart is still within his eyes?
Each step of the way OUR LOVE Continues & Guides.)

So, again,
I close the lid
but this time
I'll take a bolt and drill it in.
False images Forever remain Finished.

There is NO CHANGING the ONES who WILL ALWAYS be DECEIVING.
Their beds are still, and will eternally be, laced with treason
from All the Seasons they Spent Sleeping without any Reason.




(I'm so upset with this poem, it was so much better but got deleted when I went to post it and some of the things I wrote I just can't remember the way that I stated them. But oh well.)

foolish eyes.

So you can read my lines
and then automatically your reading my mind?
Ignorant Fools Are So Very Blind.

Get on with your own lives,
WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME???
You're the people that bring harm to him
when you stick lies in places his mind might buy.

But me, NO I'VE NEVER, never would either
decieve him.
LOVE does not escape me
even if he begins to erase me.

If you're an ORDINARY HEART
Don't Even Try To Disect
AN ARTIST'S ART.




"Oh, BUT EVERYBODY THINKS
THAT EVERBODY KNOWS
ABOUT EVERYBODY ELSE.
BUT NO BODY KNOWS ANYTHING
ABOUT THEMSELVES
CAUSE THEIR ALL WORRIED ABOUT EVERYBODY ELSE'S"
-j. johnson for you foolish people.

but we still have love for one another.

I'm sick,
I wish I could just drift
away from these Tears
that just Illuminate all of my Fears.

(But they flow loud and clear
because I know your leaving me alone, dear.)

I slipped,
and now our Love is all so TrIpPeD
Out into Oblivion;
who knows if you'll ever want to be an "us" again.

(But you can't say I didn't try
to build up boundaries so we won't lie.)

I wait,
and I can't even State
the confusion racing in my heart and head
from all the things you did, or rather haven't, said.

(This all seems all too easy for you;
I just am desparate to know if that is true.)

And I'm sorry,
but it will never be enough
to take back the tracks that have now been laid
but REMEMBER
you were the first one to begin to pave the road that way.





i dunno if this is done yet,
i honestly don't even care right now.
enjoy.

love is a rhythm*

this life is all about
livin',
then missin',
wishin',
and then relivin'.
love is stuck in a rapid, wicked repetition.



*listen to pink. god is a dj.
"might as well LET GO, you can't take back what you've done"

tricks

Its insane;
this never ending dance going on inside my brain.
It exercises my mind to live by a new design;
following A NEW, AN UN STEADY, AN UN ENDING line
to love, live, and glide on by.
Well without you,
don't I have to try?

LIFE keeps P-R-O-P-E-L-L-I-N-G
us forward.
Did anyone tell him we're not ready.?

I can only hope
you don't shiver
when
LONELINESS LEAVES YOU FREEZING.

And I'll stay here,
I'll let you be.
I'm not gonna let you
make me lose me.

I hope, in the end, your mind does not leave your heart lonely
cause
Your hearts sure making my mind race with memories.

As I'm always wishing to
AGAIN
absorb your being
as I watch you
ABSORB THE MEANING
thats DEEP WITHIN THE BEATING
OF LOVE
(of the love i found with you).

I can't control your meaning without you seeing
the effect you have over and within me.
So many times, these days,
I search,
failing and flailing,
for the place in your soul
where my love used to
(and could still)
reside.

i'm so tired
that
my brain is still so wired
with the warmth of your wondrous world.

I hope, in the end, my mind does not leave my heart lonely.

golden people.

I'm just twirling around,
riding on an unguided sound,
(unaffected) by the loss of stable ground.

He's just travelling down,
so introverted now,
to find and make sure his soul does not drown.

She's overtaken by her mystic art these days,
untamed and unafraid,
leaving the past, entering her future in a CoLoR, FULL BLAZE.

He's styling his life now to a BETTER comPOSITION,
changing inside of every Lyrical Notation,
tuning into a more Altruistic Musician.

There's one that is so*permanent,
no matter the distance;
the friendship and connection is forever consistent.

Everything and Every Body;
well we'll all be content someday
if not today; tomorrow is a new day to climb to clarity.



*not done. i like where i'm going with this but there's no time to finish.
:)

the art of escaping.

When I look outside

it makes me ache inside;

To know I traded away the laughs

in order to awaken the love I wanted to recognize.

When can we go out and play? (again?)

Do we ever stop trading in our days?

While the clock keeps whisking time away,

we sit here caged.

The past is always creeping its way into a present

that once you realize is here,

has all ready turned into

what you thought would be the future.

When can I wake up in the morning

free from your holding?

Your still the first thing on my mind

that sends any other thoughts scattering.

Reality is so very temporary

in a soul seeking a life less sedentary*.

Love is only an illusion

to those with a forever delusion.

I want to bathe in an unconditional

never-ending, never-fleeting

truthful, passionate

love nurtured by the sun.

*listen to a life less ordinary 

by carbon leaf

the only thing in this blog that is not written by me

Jack Johnson "cocoon"

Based on your smile
im betting all of this might be over soon (?)
but youre bound to win
because if im betting against you, i think id rather lose

but this is all that i have, SO PLEASE...
take whats left of this heart, and use
please use only what you really need
you know i only have so little, so please
mend your broken heart and (leave)

i know its not your style
and i can tell by the way that you move its real real soon
but (im on your side)
and i dont want to be your regret, id rather be your cocoon

but this is all that you have, so please
let me take whats left of your heart, and i will use
i swear ill use only what i need
i know you only have so little, so please
let me mend my broken heart

you said this was all you have
and its all i need
but blah blah blah
because it fell apart
**i guess ITS all you knew
and ALL I HAD**
but *now we have
only confused hearts*
i guess all we have
is really all we need

so please
lets take these broken hearts, and use
lets use only what we really need
you know we only have so little, so please
take these broken hearts and (leave)

as love conquers all.

When love is legit,
you don't imagine an alternative.

Playing games is what love has become.
Doesn't it sound like a bunch of fun?

you look at my love
& laugh like its some joke.
But I'm beginning to see you
(just as well)
as a cloud of smoke -
Quietly you enter,
warming the purest souls
with your engaging ember;
then as Quickly as you came,
you dissipate -
scattering & self-seeking,
wildly trying to claim YOUR OWN Place.
Will your love, too, eventually evaporate?

My mind collaborates
while
my love sits and waits.

elevation.

oh,
the smile on my face exceeds wild.
Hearing from a distant friend
makes my mind comprehend
and be comforted with the thought
of being an individual all over again.

i suppose i am acquainted with the term
forever
as much as the
sounds and words I need
will forever be inside of me.

mental liquidation.

I'm escaping
what used to be an engaging motivation.
What used to uplift the love
I have growing and colliding and spilling inside of me
is now dividing my every emotions.

I retreat inside of me;
consistently shown the only love i'm worthy of is my very own.
Once, I was your guardian angel,
saved you from all of the evils
lurking inside your own soul.
Many times, I showed you
how much more you deserve
when I knew her actions didn't match her word.
Always, I gave you more love
than I thought I had inside of me,
pushing my own happiness outside, you see?

Yet, now as you dance with this trance
of so many new ideas
of being free,
you don't need me?

Lucky,
I know how to take LIFE
out of whatever STRIFE brings.
And Sorry,
I won't default my feelings
and give you less meaning.
Again,
I'm the only one who knows
what LOVE can bring.

I can't predict the metamorphosis
but I can align my life to the beat of natural time
and not get trapped by the
MATERIALISTIC AND SELFISH
drama I see coming on the rise.
as I will be fine in time,
I hope your heart never lies to its own mind.