I really like the skin shots,
the curve of a pelvis,
the shape of a side,
the arch of a lip,
the lash of an eye.
the curve of a pelvis,
the shape of a side,
the arch of a lip,
the lash of an eye.
BLUES OF THE SAME COLOR
Everybody is sad and fucked up, everyones hands are trembling.
Everyones felt fucked over and is hurting, everyones tired of pretending.
The pain that i see is shining thick behind everybody's faces.
It's just the color of the blues that everybody's tasting.
No matter how calm or how amazing,
Its all the same color of disintegrating,
dissolving, falling weak, wondering why and Hesitating.
Actually, even holding ones self accountable for breathing,
for feeling , for falling, for failing, for hopping for false hope and fading.
Fading, Wasting, Disintegrating and Pretending.
Pretending that it is going to be O.K
then Waking.
Everybody at any time taste's these colors of Degrading.
Anybody almost every-time taste these colors of waiting.
Waiting for their one, waiting for there break.
Waiting for that hope to come home and take the cake.
Anything at all that could shake that feeling of mistake.
Waiting for anything at all to come free and awake.
Blues of the same color everywhere I turn.
No matter what face heir making i smell what's on the burn.
Self Loathing.
Self Medicating.
The same self actions in all the same reacquiring factions.
Blues of the same color No matter where anyone turns.
It's the same song, same taste.
the same color of what we've earned.
Blues of the same color in every meaning of the Word.
Everybody is sad and fucked up, everyones hands are trembling.
Everyones felt fucked over and is hurting, everyones tired of pretending.
The pain that i see is shining thick behind everybody's faces.
It's just the color of the blues that everybody's tasting.
No matter how calm or how amazing,
Its all the same color of disintegrating,
dissolving, falling weak, wondering why and Hesitating.
Actually, even holding ones self accountable for breathing,
for feeling , for falling, for failing, for hopping for false hope and fading.
Fading, Wasting, Disintegrating and Pretending.
Pretending that it is going to be O.K
then Waking.
Everybody at any time taste's these colors of Degrading.
Anybody almost every-time taste these colors of waiting.
Waiting for their one, waiting for there break.
Waiting for that hope to come home and take the cake.
Anything at all that could shake that feeling of mistake.
Waiting for anything at all to come free and awake.
Blues of the same color everywhere I turn.
No matter what face heir making i smell what's on the burn.
Self Loathing.
Self Medicating.
The same self actions in all the same reacquiring factions.
Blues of the same color No matter where anyone turns.
It's the same song, same taste.
the same color of what we've earned.
Blues of the same color in every meaning of the Word.
The Fiction That Love Depicted
I was called a young bastard last night,
run rampant with infatuations.
But should I deny a feeling I haven't felt in more days
then a calendar can count.
The situation is fire, pain and beauty.
I love the lovely covers.
I love the lovely colors!
I crave the heat and warmth.
I should ride the melting course!
I need to brake down barriers and battle for my core!
Battle to the source.
Sore of sorts
I'm sore of sorts
Of kinds
Kind of like when wood kindling is turned to ash.
Left for dead!
Kept in form but lacks all substance.
A young bastard riddled through infatuations.
That's me and I'm Rampant!
Ravaged!
Rattled, enraged and famished.
I crave charred flesh.
I hope I'm smothered to death.
I want a hope, a wish, a touch, a tease, a kiss.
She closes my eyes and whispers so softly.
She caresses my chest for my heart to taunt me.
She nestles my head and our lips mesh tightly.
We melt into each other, lovers true and partners
We our the missing numbers, the answers that we wonder.
The dreams that make us shutter.
The fiction that love stories predicted.
And of course the advious.
I was called a young bastard last night,
run rampant with infatuations.
But should I deny a feeling I haven't felt in more days
then a calendar can count.
The situation is fire, pain and beauty.
I love the lovely covers.
I love the lovely colors!
I crave the heat and warmth.
I should ride the melting course!
I need to brake down barriers and battle for my core!
Battle to the source.
Sore of sorts
I'm sore of sorts
Of kinds
Kind of like when wood kindling is turned to ash.
Left for dead!
Kept in form but lacks all substance.
A young bastard riddled through infatuations.
That's me and I'm Rampant!
Ravaged!
Rattled, enraged and famished.
I crave charred flesh.
I hope I'm smothered to death.
I want a hope, a wish, a touch, a tease, a kiss.
She closes my eyes and whispers so softly.
She caresses my chest for my heart to taunt me.
She nestles my head and our lips mesh tightly.
We melt into each other, lovers true and partners
We our the missing numbers, the answers that we wonder.
The dreams that make us shutter.
The fiction that love stories predicted.
And of course the advious.
Whiskey wanting whishes
With you or without you.
I never want to love again.
You really make it easy to spend eternity alone.
If I cant have you I�m content living like a knomb
Curious but busy never showing interest in those smiles.
Work content, forget those feelings.
Your all I really know.
Id make you happy
Show you affection,
I'm sorry that I failed you.
I love you
Deserve you
Without
You I'm alone.
If your not mine, then that's fine,
I'd rather be alone.
Cause without you, I am sullen,
nothing left to show.
No one could be greater.
No one can compare.
You are my amazement,
I guess this life is fare.
You're a goddess of greatness a good idea and more.
I'm sullen like a sarrow, I am aching like a sore.
Sorta out of feelings,
Sorta outta time,
Sorta ready to forget,
Life goes on when your not mine.
I want to hear your wish's,
I wish for one more touch.
Whiskey wanting whish'es
Just might be a little much
With you or without you.
I never want to love again.
You really make it easy to spend eternity alone.
If I cant have you I�m content living like a knomb
Curious but busy never showing interest in those smiles.
Work content, forget those feelings.
Your all I really know.
Id make you happy
Show you affection,
I'm sorry that I failed you.
I love you
Deserve you
Without
You I'm alone.
If your not mine, then that's fine,
I'd rather be alone.
Cause without you, I am sullen,
nothing left to show.
No one could be greater.
No one can compare.
You are my amazement,
I guess this life is fare.
You're a goddess of greatness a good idea and more.
I'm sullen like a sarrow, I am aching like a sore.
Sorta out of feelings,
Sorta outta time,
Sorta ready to forget,
Life goes on when your not mine.
I want to hear your wish's,
I wish for one more touch.
Whiskey wanting whish'es
Just might be a little much
Whiskey and Cigarettes
I intake whiskey for a little realization, on letting go.
I inhale smoke just to be alone.
Soon whiskey and cigarettes will be tethered to my skin
But then again I think its always been
I inhale smoke cause I need that time to get away,
I inhale relax and pray its my moment of the day.
With every sip along the way whiskey warms whats been engraved.
This familiar feeling of inflamed, feels like freedom for a slave.
Its just the day to day,
I wouldnt call it shame,
I wouldnt call it sane,
But to name whats in the frame I suppose Id picture pain
The two jacks swigging whiskey smoke up half a pack.
Ive fallen to their ways.
They stole my captive gaze,
And usually like always, Im tethered to there trade.
Totally reluctant I give in and play their game.
Gladly and neglected I kneel and start to fade.
Smoking for the moment, whiskey to get away.
Its this lethal combination that helps me complement the shade.
Now for reasons unbeknown to me.
Theyve brought me to a creek.
Where now I sit and drink.
And smoke instead of think.
This is my main wisdom, its my kingdom full of sin.
My whiskey and my ciggerettes help breath again
I intake whiskey for a little realization, on letting go.
I inhale smoke just to be alone.
Soon whiskey and cigarettes will be tethered to my skin
But then again I think its always been
I inhale smoke cause I need that time to get away,
I inhale relax and pray its my moment of the day.
With every sip along the way whiskey warms whats been engraved.
This familiar feeling of inflamed, feels like freedom for a slave.
Its just the day to day,
I wouldnt call it shame,
I wouldnt call it sane,
But to name whats in the frame I suppose Id picture pain
The two jacks swigging whiskey smoke up half a pack.
Ive fallen to their ways.
They stole my captive gaze,
And usually like always, Im tethered to there trade.
Totally reluctant I give in and play their game.
Gladly and neglected I kneel and start to fade.
Smoking for the moment, whiskey to get away.
Its this lethal combination that helps me complement the shade.
Now for reasons unbeknown to me.
Theyve brought me to a creek.
Where now I sit and drink.
And smoke instead of think.
This is my main wisdom, its my kingdom full of sin.
My whiskey and my ciggerettes help breath again
Wednesday poem
i am ok with giving up on love
and i know the one that i truley love
will not see this but it wouldnt matter if she did
or didnt there is no difference now
i am sick i am tired
i want another smoke.
i want another smoke.
i am ok i meet girls all the time
we exchange numbers
i never call
i miss my dogs
i would rather have ryott by my side.
i miss the lil bastard oggie
fuck it i am going to go smoke on my
balconly now and look out on LA
and slip to the realization that comfort
in living with out love
is a suit that was stitched together
by god with fate texture strings
i miss chicago and pain will never leave.
i know where my fuckups go
when i say NEVER AGAIN
Good Night.
i am ok with giving up on love
and i know the one that i truley love
will not see this but it wouldnt matter if she did
or didnt there is no difference now
i am sick i am tired
i want another smoke.
i want another smoke.
i am ok i meet girls all the time
we exchange numbers
i never call
i miss my dogs
i would rather have ryott by my side.
i miss the lil bastard oggie
fuck it i am going to go smoke on my
balconly now and look out on LA
and slip to the realization that comfort
in living with out love
is a suit that was stitched together
by god with fate texture strings
i miss chicago and pain will never leave.
i know where my fuckups go
when i say NEVER AGAIN
Good Night.
depression comes in waves
and home sickness fades in and out.
i need a dive bar, a smoke
i need to get out, before i freak out.
its amazing and unbelievable that i am in LA
i guess i havent gone out yet because
i am in disbeliefe.
disbelief
that dreams do come true and
the problem with fiction is happy endings are possible,
probable and partially do to purpose
i am living in LA,
wouldnt steve Martin be so proud
and home sickness fades in and out.
i need a dive bar, a smoke
i need to get out, before i freak out.
its amazing and unbelievable that i am in LA
i guess i havent gone out yet because
i am in disbeliefe.
disbelief
that dreams do come true and
the problem with fiction is happy endings are possible,
probable and partially do to purpose
i am living in LA,
wouldnt steve Martin be so proud
"picture all the focus that has shattered in my vains
the violence and silence that drove my brain insane"
"we are just products of our enviorment"
"the good die young, the young die good"
and lastly
"i drive like i was built for death"
the violence and silence that drove my brain insane"
"we are just products of our enviorment"
"the good die young, the young die good"
and lastly
"i drive like i was built for death"
