Room Full of Dresses

Thrown into a room, to make us communicate

Your attempt to make small talk is executed with nervousness

And I calm your chills with a warm hand upon your thigh

As the power goes out and we sit in the dark

I feel your hand poke my face and lips

Trying to get a grasp of where I am

I pull your hand and body closer to mine

And just as we are about to connect the power comes on

Sending a jolt and sudden fright throughout your spine

Whether it was timed or not, it gave us a story to remember...

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...

Say farewells or Good riddance

Your mind was feeble when I met You
Now feeding upon emptiness without Me
Ego made me do it, good thing I wasted mine a long time ago

Comfort comes so easy when in the moment
Gigantic gaps in memory fade certainty
Now with that out of the way
I must move on, without resources
Why must I remain, when numb of self destruction

Give this three, and a last verse
A gentle bow, and simple curve of motion
Tip of the hat, signals retreat...

down we spiral

down we spiral, tumble and laugh
instant happy buzz memory
down we tumble, laugh and spiral
out of control...

mixed feeling

such a mixed feeling this be
when options are open and choices
collapse upon missed opportunities

redundant loops make for frantic fantasies
redundant loops make for frantic fantasies
redundant loops make for frantic fantasies

confusion is what I gave You
You have no choice but to contemplate my intentions
Giving up was easy, making no sense defends

Go ahead and dismiss, pass on, and focus elsewhere
No intention of submitting to your exceptions...

How you Feeling?

Tell me how "You" really Feel
And I will Peel
the Layers of regret
from your Subset...

Ponder along
Wonder along
or merely tag
You are it...

Such a simple Game
it is all the same
when it comes to blame
it is all the same

Pickle...

And now that, that wrench
is thrown
And "You" fall from your throne
welcome to below
from that pillar "You" once stood...

On and On, I could go
with this one man show
But alas, the contents of my cranium default

But wait there is more


to be continued...

Random Memory: Alone at Last

Such a sweet little thing, not a heavyweight in the alcohol consumption department. But those eyes could drink anyone under the table. Jet black hair past the shoulders, soon to be in a ponytail. Sitting and sipping in the corner talking about nothing in particular. My interests and your interests are exchanged as to try to keep the conversation going. Awkward silence, soon ends as we begin to speak at the same time. "No you go first" I said, as I try to listen, but Cypress Hill be too loud, and she notices. So without hesitation she grabs my hand and leads us to a more quiet area of the house party. Weaving and waving to those in our path, soon we reach our destination. Alone at last, was your intent, that you reveal in my ear. As we start to make a connection, your inner ability to hold the contents of your "belly" soon makes its appearance. Now if only I could have seen your expression and feelings, in that dark room, as I lay there with your excretions on my chest. Not sure if your immediate dash to the bathroom was from embarrassment or the need to pray to the porcelain god. I dust myself off and get up to check on you. Now this is the vision that is engraved in my mind. As I open the door, your eyes are tear filled and devastated as you look at me. I gently pull your hair back and put it in a ponytail from the elastic that was in my hair. Give you some water and rub your back. I only said I wouldn't tell anyone, I never promised...

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Waiting for Another

On a "Bench" I sit, looking out at the river flow
something does not feel right, and I soon will know

Suddenly I feel hands upon my eyes, "Guess who?"

My answer is wrong, but to my surprise
It is a long time Friend, of unmeasurable size

In the back of my mind, I wonder where is my intended
Old Friend occupies my time, as time passes splendid
Thoughts derail my concentration, and Old Friend takes notice
For she cuts the conversation short, and I feel hapless

Hours pass, and still no sight, which gives a fright
Setting sun, soon turns to night, with street light
Alas my time is up, as I turn to go
I see a shadowy figure mow

the path of grass, across the way
the path of another
"Bench"...

Eyes Ahead

I see
Eyes that Wonder
Hearts that Thunder
Which question Why
they Sit or Hit
the Vertex Sky...

Imagine That

Imagine That
Said by Hat
To Wrench on Bench
Soon be Fixed
From a Mixed Tape...

Chrome Bean

Chrome Bean

Seems so Lean

and sudden Bent...


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Attract Eight

Attract Eight

after Nine

Would be Devine...

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