Vivid memoirs of a wanting soul. He the architect of my being, my sorounding.
Honesty is quiet challanging , this evening He broke up with me ~ this ...a major breakup.
He has my image , never shares my hurting.
Until today His name I uttered in belief
Not once has He ever talked back ,never toasted to my achievements.
Can't lie I switch sides ,to he who is darker.
This other side they say is worse ,
You say he is of sin , the defination of it.
Atleast he understand failure is god-given.
I try to find wisdom in hate, everything negative. I complement the devil ,he never cast a stone at me - am no sinner!
This side is not bound by beliefs
I dare a challange. He is dark in complexion and in action
A deal is only good if both parties feel they gave up something , but what good is it if all life is lived in fear of messing His masterplan..... By messing with it I'm not missing a realistic illusion to my fantasies. In His scriptures they argue of His control over my future , I doubt it. What I do, did he plan it ? Certainly not ; what I do does not please the church, the doctrines, even the crowds sway away from my kind. ! But my choices make me happy, the devil smiles back. He always does.
My thoughts ,
For my pleasure,
Made for the moment ,
The after too,
An overplay of words,
I Like the way the brain assures the mind ,
Of more opinion is his distant voice , he is whole. My mind is one now.
One.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Mine , drink.
This is my honorary drink /
I'll drink till the voices in my head cease to smell /
To the skies and higher I aim by sipping my drink/
She'll take a ride on my magic stick even only if am drunk /
Its not that I won't stop ,its just that won't stop sipping/
This drink is my connect to them /
My drink i pour to the ground in respect to the bygones /
If I could take any pain from the past I'd consult my drink/
In every hangover I wish I could go right back to that drinkin spree/
With my drink I take a trip above /
I love my drink more than I love this wife /
One more drink and ugly is super to cute/
This drink the closest I ever got to heaven.
I drink to rediscover myself, make crazy noise /
I thank the dead discoverers of this drink /
It is through this drink that I value they/
They drink with me irrespective of the times, they are the cherishable kind/
This drink is the best shadow to time.
Over and over they say it ill of my drink ,
They preach of its adverse effects to the human health. If truth is to be absolute then I'd vow my support to this drink.
This drink inflates the mind with passion to relate with hard realities. My drink takes the edge off , I don't have to concentrate -just sip and enjoy the brrrr ...effect.
Drinking is my marriage to the moment!
One.
I'll drink till the voices in my head cease to smell /
To the skies and higher I aim by sipping my drink/
She'll take a ride on my magic stick even only if am drunk /
Its not that I won't stop ,its just that won't stop sipping/
This drink is my connect to them /
My drink i pour to the ground in respect to the bygones /
If I could take any pain from the past I'd consult my drink/
In every hangover I wish I could go right back to that drinkin spree/
With my drink I take a trip above /
I love my drink more than I love this wife /
One more drink and ugly is super to cute/
This drink the closest I ever got to heaven.
I drink to rediscover myself, make crazy noise /
I thank the dead discoverers of this drink /
It is through this drink that I value they/
They drink with me irrespective of the times, they are the cherishable kind/
This drink is the best shadow to time.
Over and over they say it ill of my drink ,
They preach of its adverse effects to the human health. If truth is to be absolute then I'd vow my support to this drink.
This drink inflates the mind with passion to relate with hard realities. My drink takes the edge off , I don't have to concentrate -just sip and enjoy the brrrr ...effect.
Drinking is my marriage to the moment!
One.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Øyc.
The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One. The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One.
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One. The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One.
Friday, February 11, 2011
My valentine.
This valentines I apologise to her ,
I tried to be genuine, truthful ,loving. ...
My intentions subject to my unwarranted actions.
I would like my explanation to hold and she to give me a spot in her thoughts ,
My pride my directive to my misfortune ,
'How she and I would be the most ideal epitome of St. Valentines. '
But how hopless my fantasies be.
Candles light every street acknowledging this idea of love ,
I hide at this parallel dark-filthy end ,
Thoughts sprint tirelessly in my medulla,
Self- Pity and guilt take prime ,
This path I've chosen ,certainly not my preferred one.
I'd do extremes to undo my mistakes ,give her a bouquet of chocolate-scented roses.
Treat her like the queen she is ,the lady of my century.
Big dreams big risks _ I dial to utter my apology
Hope the good God listens ....
.....
.......there's a victory in every loss they say , I doubt it.
There is no country for cheats , for me and me.
My heartfelt apology is denied , my pride stucked up my ass.
Everything is at a standstill, the heart is too slow too confused to beat.
My eyes too watery to enjoy the apparent beautiful view.
The brain is locked can't see a further horizon of hope.
Life is no more reason to celebrate ,she defined it.
This liver is forever failing _no solace in alcohol.
Its a horizon I lose to , can't learn to overcome this fear ,
I am off balance.
Maybe am unique , life goes on
People say no , time turns the world moves on
Now I have a free spirit that has no regret in loving her.
Under the sun this wound will heal , ..
One.
I tried to be genuine, truthful ,loving. ...
My intentions subject to my unwarranted actions.
I would like my explanation to hold and she to give me a spot in her thoughts ,
My pride my directive to my misfortune ,
'How she and I would be the most ideal epitome of St. Valentines. '
But how hopless my fantasies be.
Candles light every street acknowledging this idea of love ,
I hide at this parallel dark-filthy end ,
Thoughts sprint tirelessly in my medulla,
Self- Pity and guilt take prime ,
This path I've chosen ,certainly not my preferred one.
I'd do extremes to undo my mistakes ,give her a bouquet of chocolate-scented roses.
Treat her like the queen she is ,the lady of my century.
Big dreams big risks _ I dial to utter my apology
Hope the good God listens ....
.....
.......there's a victory in every loss they say , I doubt it.
There is no country for cheats , for me and me.
My heartfelt apology is denied , my pride stucked up my ass.
Everything is at a standstill, the heart is too slow too confused to beat.
My eyes too watery to enjoy the apparent beautiful view.
The brain is locked can't see a further horizon of hope.
Life is no more reason to celebrate ,she defined it.
This liver is forever failing _no solace in alcohol.
Its a horizon I lose to , can't learn to overcome this fear ,
I am off balance.
Maybe am unique , life goes on
People say no , time turns the world moves on
Now I have a free spirit that has no regret in loving her.
Under the sun this wound will heal , ..
One.
Friday, January 7, 2011
,.???.x~
A broken man is a broken heart,
A womans virtue is a mans greatest pride ,
A complete man has a name and a reputation to uphold,
An angry man is a desperate man,
A normal man is a nerd a geek , A person that is fairly intact within and without ,
A man is no boy , he never loses control , prioritizes on prey,
A mans greatest commitment is cure to promiscuity~ marriage.
A woman to a man is both an asset and a liability,
Every woman is a part of some mans food web....
A woman undeniably is a mans mother and sister,
Any woman to a man is the sequel to Eve ; a liar a cheat and stupid.
They are as good as they come and worse than they think,
Women to men are little boys without motivation.
Since 01 BC to date they remain inferior They have an expiration date - .
A lady at best is a mans fairer imagination.
When he finds the fairer he deposits,
The depositee is usually as good as its grip and as fine as her dip ,
They loathe the men ,the men relive their ages all lifetime
They have perceptions to illusions never reality.
Women are creatures of habit, a perceptive breed short of ideals.
One.
A womans virtue is a mans greatest pride ,
A complete man has a name and a reputation to uphold,
An angry man is a desperate man,
A normal man is a nerd a geek , A person that is fairly intact within and without ,
A man is no boy , he never loses control , prioritizes on prey,
A mans greatest commitment is cure to promiscuity~ marriage.
A woman to a man is both an asset and a liability,
Every woman is a part of some mans food web....
A woman undeniably is a mans mother and sister,
Any woman to a man is the sequel to Eve ; a liar a cheat and stupid.
They are as good as they come and worse than they think,
Women to men are little boys without motivation.
Since 01 BC to date they remain inferior They have an expiration date - .
A lady at best is a mans fairer imagination.
When he finds the fairer he deposits,
The depositee is usually as good as its grip and as fine as her dip ,
They loathe the men ,the men relive their ages all lifetime
They have perceptions to illusions never reality.
Women are creatures of habit, a perceptive breed short of ideals.
One.
My 'pen '.
This pen was given to me by him when I was knee-high, it is unique and another of its kind. It writes with bloody ink, wrote in my heart my first fling . My pen is just as thoughtful as I am , can chronologically list my thoughts. In my dreams this pen can paint her on a sheet of paper. This pen my parallel.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
Monday, January 3, 2011
NO!
What is to come is still unsure ,always unsure ;
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
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