To my very own Eyes

It was never spoken,

for what she knew,

for what anyone knows,

I predict, not to be sour,

but really to just be honest and proper,

Prediction are made by patterns,

don't everyone knows?

common sense to it basic

form of explaining what is known by experience?

I don't get used to it,

i go along with it,

is the sense of peace that i follow,

with no attachment,

but understanding,

I understand what i want,

 and what was sent was lost

like a puppy with no home,

and silence is given till is known what

is needed, till is understood,

Understanding is a powerful thing,

it is not a selfish thing,

it is not to hold against

of what is presented to our very own eyes,

Theirs a monster with in me to understand,

what is out of place,

to be place in its place of nothing but where it 

belongs,

I see beyond of what is said,

lets get together and share what is great,

what is wrong,

what is going to stay....

can you feel?.....

I do...

 

 

 

Many Time

Silence,

yes Silence,

is  a powerful a chemical imbalance in the brain

that we think is safe but is not,

it disable us from freedom of speaking what hurt us and bother us, 

but lets save the world....

Speaking is the beautiful thing,

hearing is a blessing,

and touching....

well is disturbing, but can complicate things greatly,

can hurt,

can satisfied,

and mostly... can kill....

Little things always matter when it comes from a person

you care,

what about from a stranger?

we expect a lot from those close to us..

and what does it do????

it DISAPPOINT US!!!

We want to be admire, perhaps be notice,

and what do we scream for??? 

ATTENTION!!!

and is just not any attention, is a negative one,

that some how balance our brain to balance our need of wants,

let me make myself small enough to make you big enough to stand for your self,

Every human is selfish enough to take their part to feed their need with an enjoyment move to regret later and not feel sorry,

is just the human kind that we are,

making daily decision based on a emotion at the time in moment,

just in that moment.....

Lets make the time, and find the time, 

without the time to enjoy the every moment that wont be tomorrow,

time is precious...

can we focus on that???

daily lives's starve, die, and possible no where to sleep,

and what do we do???
COMPLAINS!!

We are needy for the need of things,
if it makes any sense, is the senseless way of describing those thirsty for love,
how frivolous is this world... yes... but it will be better if we motivate our self to obtain what we are thirsty for,
Simple things are difficult to narrow minds
that don't want to explore, perhaps learn about
the beauty of open minds
that make this earth sustain,
nothing that it pertain to what we are here for,

lets put our energy into positive thinking,
just because is a challenge,
many times i think of what it is?
what would've been?
what could be?
 

Replacement

Soft touch,

gentle look,

and is all a statement,

He freeze on the count of three,

for what he knows everything grow on tree,

Memories are something that gave us faith,

some sort of hope to an unleash demond

that manifest to all destruction thoughts,

We are human of needs,

that survive on affection,

such a distraction to what is priority,

Love is important, 

but not more important than dedication,

his needs, her needs are selfishly place on 

a thin paper that as soon as water hits

it will be destroyed,

Realistically speaking he is what he is,

nothing more, nothing less,

for it hurts to know that pain he drags

to interviews his mistress,

He means well,

but painful thought of his past

has destroyed the bits and pieces

that makes him,

Nothing worth then past is past,

and so i don't pass,

his needs are my needs,

i hope he understand,

Lust is hurtful to its taste,

to think,

nothing is set in stone,

but his tombstone he wishes 

that state how greatful he was,

of everything he didn't have,

Childhood lost,

need of love,

and he font to love

what is not to love,

and no one can't judge,

he fail to hurt at heart,

and my heart loves him,

for nothing, 

just

for nothing...

Branches Sleeve Covered in Snow

It was announce that there is a storm on it way,

It caused this shiver that ran down my back,

the smell of a winter storm gave me

a bitter sweet taste of his unique

taste that fails on my disapproval,

That wind the sneaked on the crack of my window,

Whisper "Lust" but I felt it was love,

His finger tips ran down my back, was that moment

I didnt understand many feelings that overwhelmed,

His eyes sparkle,

his innocence speak the language of love,

that I misunderstood and I withstand,

When his lips touched my lips,

my mind is taken to hurtfulness receptacle,

Controlling decisions already made,

he just made them vague,

In the winter storm,

he took me to this place,

naked trees with branches

sleeves covered in snow,

where all you can hear it the tune

that played on the radio,

So much body chemistry,

still yet very vague

disposition that the relationship tuned in,

There has been an off key that i quite see,

i painted in color for whom i be,

he rejected on his own words that i do not speak,

Everyone shared how he is no good for me,

my heart won't understand

 this translation of reality that 

just dont sync,

This adventure has been destructive to my well being,

i die daily with out such poison,

spring it on it way,

flower will bloom and i will cherish every moment 

to live the way i should,

 

Under Rage

 

 

 

Strong man under sleeve,

that never speak the truth,

 

Strong faith that lays between

those line,

that hesitate that breath taking,

 

Nothing was involved,

before he had it all,

 

He faced the truth of what

once was said, 

 

Hard core felt pain,

when he realize that

past year in his mistakes

he wants to replace not regret,

 

She is everything he ever wanted,

on his search he came across,

possible moves that he can't recollect,

 

Step in and he is in,

nor that he thought,

nor that he wanted,

nor that he imagine,

Is just the greatest

thing he ever that

he cant take for granted,

 

Good is enough,

when is enough,

he gets lost in translation

that under peek his fault,

 

He lays next to her,

and just cant explain,

sinful is her name

that demands that on him,

 

She just doesn't know

how painful it can be

to know what their is to know...

 

and

Under Rage he kills her,

with a colorful explanation,

with a vivid taste of his pain,

 

He is nothing with out her,

She is nothing with out him,

death upon anyone to change this

love that will never die...

 

 

 

 

 



Lost in the transition of breath taking....

As we look at each others eyes,

is like a magnet reluctant to the fog 

of darkness,

We get lost in the transition of breath taking,

they don't understand, 

is not fate is faith that such love

will be strong,

Never the less,

i confess is such a stress

what has become,

we created a war within this crate,

they can't never undertake 

such weight that lays,

right on the edge of that river flow,

so strong is that current that threaten us,

They've forsaken the mystery of love,

leaving others hungry,

thirsty of what could have been,

misunderstanding issues that both parties

experience on this long road,

is not a mistake when your heart has spoke,

is not a mistake when the knees get weakened,

as we close our eyes and we feel from far,

the sweet taste of us kissing,

angry words can not replace his absent,

for his beauty is that love he offer,

i get mesmerize looking at him speak,

like some sort art piece,

representing what is love,

sadness arises when the thought of

everything thats been gone,

in the venture of life,

taking my breath away,

Is this pure dust,

that hypnotize the body within,

like is some sort of drug

over powering its deed,

is not a common sense,

is some rare sense,

that the heart, 

the mind,

the body that underage,

and we still fight because

we want to know 

what could be if ???

If is true love....

He lead many groups of defect,

leaving me clueless of what he inspect,

never the less what he expect,

True wisdom come from past mistakes,

past regrets,

past tense,

treating like is a pest,

There is so much to learn,

but nothing has arrived,

i should know best,

kiss don't tell it all,

don't face it all,

don't change it all,

Sober in the figure of speech,

where silence is the loudest of it all,

it speak the truth,

it sense some sort of truce,

still yet we are in war,

fighting for all,

fighting for non,

We still standing,

it doesn't tell you that

is not defeating us,

Can you see pass what we are?

Can you see pass my beauty?

Can you see pass the defect that consume me?

Can you see pass what makes me weak to my knees?

And so lets begin!

lets restrain what retain us from success,

lets love truthful with no sipping to make this sex better,

Lets be honest with each other,

lets understand each other,

with no cure involved,

perhaps our trouble is such,

I see the beauty in you,

you have been poison

million years ago,

and so the rebel age is stuck on you,

and so i can relate,

and so i can pertain,

but i can not sustain,

Love letters will be long lost,

when changes are not made,

perhaps is not what you do,

is how you do it,

with what intentions,

and so the thought is what counts,

A penny for a thought,

many logs float on that river 

with full force to drag us,

and at least i want to think

we are strong enough not to be dragged

with that malicious,

menace found of fault,

If it is true love,

for we won't be logs,

we will be tree,

strong in all season,

nothing will ever over power us...