Restrictions

People say no restrictions.
So how can time exist?
Life is about living in constraint.
To use what you have.
As limited human beings.
My proof to you, gravity.
So achievements can mean more.

The Green Mist

I live in green mist.
With Tails of foxes and ferrets.
Snakes and fire tearing down.
How much water remains to test?
It could extinguish you know.
Yet you see this pond as your grave.
A dribble of thick black liquid falls.
Devouring the ground slowly.
The green mist suffocates.

Reprisal

Wavering Pitch in the meadows.
Fluorescent to those who know.
Brain wandering, mind altering.
For the truth unleashed to few
And reality simmers through
The mighty will rise up.
But art now sinks down.
Why must I live in modern times?
When mixing messages helps survival.
Wait till my beautiful reprisal.
Then I will tell you my story.

Semitones

Slash chords in the breeze.
Perfect fourths Resonate.
Not a place for a third.
We are on a voyage.
Where Harmony is balance.
Resembling life blossoming
With the dirt and grit.
The third will be played.
Every day.
Till resolution.
Semitones.

Belief

Perspective is a state of mind.
As your life is in your brain,
And without it, there is nothing.

How modest, the sooth glorifies.
Knowing nothing but his truth.
To test faith and bring it.

Saying things unheard to ears.
Altering thoughts blurring the past.
Life is about the good feelings.

Don't let him taint your vision.

The Internet

Meeting love through the wires.
Is like dissipating electrowaves.
The perfect fluctuating image.
Still pictures never age.

When do you know it's real?
Because branches flow away?
Are the roots really foundation?
Then Behold, the perfect being.

But the lottery is for fools
Where false love is not?
You haven't struck gold.
They are not what they seem.

Intentions

In my car I see you.
Shaded through morning light.
Tinted glass foreshadows it all.
I cannot see your true colours.

Her hair waves in the air.
Her sigh melts me.
She's so beautiful.
And the sun rises into the sky.

Her lips gravitate towards mine.
She is surrounded by my arm's warmth.
The fireplace is roaring.
Sitting in her splendor, I stare.

More black than bright.
Light bulbs replace the sun.
Your hand is placed in mine.
My heart smiles

The moon goes behind the clouds.
In town the nightlife awakens
My intentions were pure.
I can see yours were always elsewhere.

History

Tears flow as the motions grow.
Let me leave this rich sensation.

Open minds so the brain finds.
New ways to live on the outside.

My life is experiences past.
For I live in my history behind me.

One day I will live for tomorrow.

Reason to live.

Stiletto. Mini Skirt. Push Up Bra.
Whore House. Drugs. Abuse.
Beaten. Solemn. Aggression.
Lust. Money. Greed.
Anger. Discomfort.
Starvation. Death.
Nothing is here for them.

Burden

Until we put pen to paper.
Or we mention those words.
No longer rhetorical.
Restricted by my thoughts.
With translucent barriers.
I have lost my ability to be individual.
My name is no longer.
I will be known as Burden.
A drain on your soul.
I am able.
But lack motivation.

Art Work

Appreciate my art for I try like the other million
A Hypocritical notion for we all have no time.
Roses are in this world that makes life worth living.
But noone sits still to taste the flavor.
Is it Because I stretch my time so thin?
Twisting and turning through a time paradox.
With a job done comes another job.
I compete to win. I compete to satisfy others.
I want to make them happy as I have been.

Tempermental.

For love lies in one form.
With no resentment.
And only two.
Life's Beauty
Is Trapped in a cage.
For only one.
Yet experienced by many.
Fading, but rejuvinating
Your Pounding Heart
A Breathing mess.
Cold sweat.
Extreme nervousness.
You shove your fist in your mouth.
And Its gone.

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The Can Opener

Your couch serves its purpose
Yet existing in a frame of its own mind
An un-meaningful lonely being
Made to bring satisfaction

Like a can opener does its job.
Till replaced with a shiny counterpart.
Will a mans niche make him the object?
Like Iron to Bronze plating?

The sleek exterior is the only change.
While a mans personality goes un-noticed.
Everything dies. Nothing lasts.
But change is everlasting.

So retract your selfish being.
This will only end in a meaningless death.

Mother.

It makes me wonder what I would have done.
When one person is so important to you that you rely on them.
Ponder the thought of a child holding onto his mothers hands.
When the mother gets taken away.
All it takes is one person to make all the difference.

One person can make everything change for the better.

Ascension

Colour me out, i'm gone.
You know how it really is.
Yank the needle out and see it go.
Bung my wound and fill my holes.
Light renew.
Baked.
Turned into violet strands.
Thinner... thinner.. into the air
My cobalt waste never cries.
Renewed. slowly.
And Healed.
Set free.
Ascended.

Time never comes to those who wait.

Drawing fourth the death touch.
Like a double edge sword.
Still staying true to the oracle.
A little northbound of the heart.

So a wise man creates his future.
But the present rots away.
Until there is nothing left.
The Tyrannicides explain it all.

All in all we still face the fiery light.
As we live life standing still.
The bonfire roars in our faces.
Time never comes to those who wait.

Happiness is just a thought away.

Life is old.
Hearts are cold.
I've loved too much.
And now too little.
I want a cure
To make me pure
Bring me innocence.
Bring me silence.

Happiness is just a thought away.