For Nothing more than a Memory

No matter how much an intention be

Your presence fades easily as it came

I will conclude without denial and sacrifice

Now continue to bleed and creed your stand

With all this turmoil and confusion

You retreat and deny

Too bent out of shape to give a concept of reality

"I am too confused to make up my mind"

All too eager to mend your ways of dealing

Better to dismiss than deal, easy way out

Only to bring you back to the battle of

existence...

Consume will they say

For yet I shall see

And delight in your mind

Rip and tear any and all beliefs far beyond your comprehension

disgusting...

   

Ramble Take One

Looking around the crowd, all unfamiliar faces, enjoying the company of their counterparts.
Laughter and smiles, makes one enjoy its own solace.
And from out of the crowd, comes one with smiles and sparkles in her eyes.
Must wonder the mind frame this one has, to justify the possibility of an encounter.
How one views their own identity amuses many, and may also be considered a curse for consideration.

Hide behind some mask and pretend to ignore the possibility that truth is but a deception.

All memories from now on, will be considered bliss, for if your presence in them caused any distress according to new principles, shall be void and forgotten.

Unspoken with those Walls

As we sit in a room, not a word spoken

emotional drips of tears, fade into the cloth

Your intentions are folded and creased with deceitful mutations

Now time passes, and creates a void within your existence

I shall pull every pain and gain within that pulsating gutter of whole

And without further notice and unsuspecting visuals claim your position

As I plant the seed of doubt, and watch it rapidly carousel through your thoughts

Little by little, leaving a trail of membranes of mortality soon to decay...

Liimited

Your references only conclude your actions
for which you are limited
Relate this to the most and all of your intentions

Restricted and subdued to eventually exhausted permutations of thought.
Now question every thought and motive you would have given as a consequence.

Such feeble illusional creatures of creation, I speak of those low on the self worth
Speak of fear as an excuse to explain your actions or non actions thereof...

Sacrifice and Sustain those wishes, take them to the grave and bury them alive.
Blink and gone are your existences of thought patterns.

Now to gently caress that little lope and

Pile Up

And alas, these thoughts have been piling up in this cranium of mine.
Seems they will either destroy my intentions or have forced themselves into this outlet.

Now on with the show:
first and foremost, would like to thank the many instances that have presented themselves with great accuracy and pin point deliberation.

No matter how hard I try, these misleading and totally understanding only within my membranes,  will break out and cling onto anything willing to give my shallow existence the time of day. Which of course only feeds my insatiable overthinking. 

I actually dislike to explain my explanations, seems only to dig a deeper hole in which many find their desires and fetishes. Sure I could just give them simple words and simple instructions. But that would seem to easy and almost deviant on my part.

Many more words to greet those wishing to find a concept or excuse to label the participate invalid.

Come, come and seek that missing piece. or better yet, sit on that side of the fence and throw projectiles of doubt and misery. for we all know, well not all, but most with the ability to see past their past.

Start, middle, end, give a clear path for to follow, make sense, or I shall enter the state of confusion.

Until next time...

Soon my Victory

Half way on this tightened Rope

and the Feeling is Mute

Sweet and Spleen upfront and Forward

Now on this trip to Erica

Will be only hint and nods

Given the more and riddles a clue

Backlash and revenge causes those not mentioned

And those named not within the parameters

Will turn and fade my memory and forget me not

Chosen one must in order to complete

Tears of victory when and will drench

My crush, my reason, my creation...

Such Ease

On tip of your finger, my intention is calculated
A little glance my way, my creation is manipulated
And deep within goes my deviance dies...

Such scorned your smile
While I before You
Such screams within
While I after You
Never in between where bliss should boil...

Now
crumble my coward
stumble my rumble
all for that sea of treason
and wine devour...

Passion of Past

The blondes that be

Always showed me

What should not see

Under violent season

Without a Reason

Avoidance and Obsolete

Removal at its Finest...

Mental Stimulation

Such a battle to break those walls

Even when broken, victory seems bleak

For the treasure is not what was intended

Or give in to the next available with no standards

Seems like a likely route to avoid pain

Weakness You display, not a position on the podium 

Craving Mental Stimulation

For which one can not find

Easy enough task, but with a gesture of grotesque

to perceive one as a notable neglect

To constipated with emotional scars to express yourself

Or willing to let your potential position exceed with advance

Seek

Furiously Frustrated

for

Mental Stimulation

...

Company of Creatures

If I let you, You would consume me

As I would consume you with out a doubt

Seems familiar this situation

The situation in which smalls words and phrases mean nothing

Counterfeit your Conclusions

For I know, as I made your expenses

Back and forth with meaningless dribble and hopes of saying something worthy

Gather together, your Covenant can crumble

Give it more thought, and You may see

Those intents forge greater wisdom

For blue collar and cupid instruments of

Fear and Fire...

Alone At Least

For ever and more, I shall smother your intentions
Not a chance to rethink and collect the pieces
I Deity your emotional bleeds
Caress and surge ample amounts of scars

Build You up to watch you float down to my existence
Bombard Your reactions with counters and deflections
Never cease to increase my arousal
The One poison injection, be boredom, that play thing in the bottom of the pile
Such a mass of toys collected through the Years of precise Deceptions
One must keep track of the nuances and truancies lead out of your Heart

Now then, will that outbound for confusion
I must entrain a trail of suspicion, for some where along this jaded path
For which You carried me, without even a sliver of conscious consequences

Of course You wanted it All,
And with a Flick of chosen Fingers
Beckon balloons pop, as You come tumbling after

Alone at Least
Until I Allow...

Addiction Complete...

This one may hurt

As I spurt

My last regret...

Only needed your mind

To feed my Dark Desires

As We Conspire...

My insatiable Lust

To Thrust your Depths

Addiction Complete...

Smile Breaker

with a smile that breaks me
seems every time we meet
we start over and over
we follow each other, chase
we ignite, we fire, we fizzle...

Strong Scent

I smelt a smell that forced my memory into overdrive, today
Never has a memory been so strong
All my tingles and relapses on my spot...

How the way I thought as a child, and now to look back on those thoughts
Become increasingly both redundant and surprisingly superseding
Of the state in which I have conceived and concluded

To sit and strike a conversation  with my former self
Would cause irrelevant circumstances, as both collide with opinions
And most importantly, both would prove the impossible

As I often thought about myself in the future, now I am here
And remind myself of when and where I was...

A note to another Future, and one to Look back on this occasion


to be continued, for reference of looking back again...

Always Was...

I always was and will be the reason why You could not understand my reasoning
Eventually Your capacity to remain, became the same
Possibility never could conceive within your thoughts
Which in turn, lead You to an endless path of destruction

Now for a new conception for Your hunger
Fills your void, which of course never will
Be as long as I hold the temptation dangling out of reach
Stick with me, it will soon be over and You can
go back to reality for which you constantly crave
Go ahead, touch that object and feel what it is like
To feel, now create...

Such weakness for Your Presence

shhh, you whisper in my ear, to calm my mood
for
You know my intentions and reactions more so than I could ever know
my Potential is exponential in your presence
Your embrace and touch chills my devious thoughts
rampant and racing my emotions spin out of control
but with a simple glance of your smile
makes it conclude and seclude...

This all comes most when needed, as a fresh awakening
Makes me feel its all worth the wait and struggle of doubt within

The power over my chances, are given without hesitation or contemplation
The circumstances will and will always be for my benefit
and most of all, like many times before, I without a doubt
give in and reveal my weakness
to your affections...

Growl and Post

Growl and Post
for which I have found
Not my situation, but can relate with little significance
A vision of your screaming and tears
Fills the hardest heart with pain and regret

Life moves you forward and leaves a hole
Life is created as a result...

Such beauty and talent combined, and combined would
With the thought of how those two would
have been...

Combination of few

That room held a lot of memories
and a lot of trophies...

Skin upon Skin
We shall begin
Motion of Commotion
Entails...

All the same in the end
we ended up friends
some not more than others...

I am suppose to miss those thoughts
I am suppose to wish those again
I am suppose to forget, which would put an end
to the hunger of trying to figure out My inner...

Carry on as nothing was carried
Push forward into
Those words said, and unsaid
still remain...

Freedom Within

Melting mind of continuous complex
Randomly subjecting words and emotions
Finding ease and fast ways to complete a cycle...

Soon enough, many contributions will convey
Convey a pattern and system to these ramblings
One in the future may decipher and collect
A message and conclusion...

Or simply dismiss all alterations and a bounty

and yes it is true about what you think about
only need not explain your situations to those
in denial and ones that wallow in their own filth...

hard to boost this internal findings about and to others
when carefully choosing sentences for the masses
"he's gone mad" - nay - "little bit looney", I say...

which on occasion has been referred to as "Freedom Within"

Cruel Intent:

Inside of you I seek inspiration
Inside of you I meek desperation

Screams of vibrating solace
Taunt old Memories to surface

Your intentions creep Slowly
Up and through my Lowly
Haunted Heart...