Make it up.

Normal people aren't anxious and explaining their existence’s to everyone else wholly within their own mind’s. Most people don't do that. Some people do. I'm one of those people.

The abnormal fantasied reality within my conception plays exciting and often scary acts with peaking and valleying performances within. It's not real; however, I am real, so in a way it is. At least to me. And it's a reality that I face and must tame daily in order to be seen as “normal”. What ever the **** normal means anyway. Sometimes I want to run away and other times I'm too fatigued by trying to care. In stark contrast to when I get caught up in the whirl wind of passion and ideas and I want them to be tangible so bad that I sit and create. The mind loses focus. I look away for a second to make something else... That is if it's not another one of those times that I become so burnt out from the fires of present tasks of building the unreal into the real that I regress.

But I digress.

When I look back at what I've done, and it just seems like a distant memory becoming more and more distant with every passing moment of observation I can't help but get the stirring feeling to get caught up in the whirl wind once more and make a new idea. A new passionate thought forms and the creations can't help but take place. The moment is really the only thing I know for sure. It's not a dream it's as real as being awake, or at least I'd think that until it too becomes just another one of those distant memories; another one of those things amongst all things.

But perhaps I'm just projecting...

Senses; those funny things. Almost as funny as the mind that decodes their meanings. The human presence. The spirit within. the very soul. Like mine that has seemed to ache more than it has not ached. I look at all the things, big and small on the place where I currently reside in the universe that houses me. “Relative,” says one man. “Frequency,” says another. People say a lot of things. Especially to one another. What else would understand? Let alone who? Do you even understand you? I'd ask. A dog would pant, and I'd pat its head knowing all to well that we both got the meaning. So easy to try and do. So difficult not to. And if I changed the positions of the subjects it would be equally as true.

But that’s just the moment now as it would have it...

Is it desperation?

Is it loneliness?

I say nigh.

I still have the patients left to hear the excuses.
I oblige.

Will it satisfy?
Will I be able to see through the lies?

My hot head can't acquit.

I set forth an hour to find the time,
But I don't know any longer why I try.

Why I try so hard and yet I still cannot find.

If it is not me then let it be known.

If tragedy is a gift with in time then who am I to judge?

Will I be used to one another's ends?

My mother can attest to the fact that I will not give in.

If it's serious then I must see.

If its just forgotten along with me amongst it all
And all others who have ever been
Then not enough attention will be given without.

When I speak to you
I must confess
It was the highlight of some of my days that were well spent.

I can't be you and I'm not the same.

Even Cinderella must revert back into her old ways
Before she can accept a great change.

I could give a dream that would have any other dream be dreamt,
But if the dream doesn't include me
Then why would I include anyone else alone?

I'd like to find what happens after midnight's moon
Does it alter our reflections back onto ourselves?

If all your friends disregard all that we have spoken
Was it really a man you sought?
Or just a thought,
Another amongst many others
To provoke?

The lot of my friends have said
Why would I give it all away with out an end?

I tried to tell them plain
Because the love that accepts what I am for me is a love that will remain.

And besides everyone I've ever met
I've felt something toward the other one,
But then again
Who am I to say?

For we will all go the same way one day.

And here I interject,
We are all together in this life
Least we forget.

You heard me rehearse over a thousand times,
But most of us are already gone.

Does heavens pitch have to be so strong?

I wonder still where their spirit can be found marching on and on?

I'm well aware when I say the most despicable of things.

I duly gave a warning to them all,
I want to tell a story that still remains.

I try to wake them up.

I will to make them see and believe in how good good can truly be.

I learned very early on freedom is the right for us to say what we wish to say.

Anything that you've ever thought.
Has meaning and every dream within your mind exists with in reality as such.

Maybe some day we will not be able to not explain without being misconstrued.

I cast away the shadows of doubt.

Like a stone that skips until it sinks,
But that's not the bottom of it it all.

It's folded so many times
When will we recall?

And If we don't know freedom
All will go without.

Missing the point
I can't cry enough.

Life is the miracle before language drifts away
I needed more,
But I had less to say.

For there's a difference that you cannot see
Words might hurt,
But the mind can try to cope

And I know that it will
In existence we have been given
Existences skill.

But if you start to **** a part of a being
You will be beckoning and elope the soul as it will,
Which has no filter to tell you where to go

Autonomy

You speak freely amongst it all,
But a promise is unruly broken,
In loves name
To those who love cares not to remain.

You can't **** a child into love.
You can't expect your offspring to be apart of your beliefs
For in giving birth you have created a new being
And if I'm left all alone
I rather be alone from z to a
Or any other language
That a conscious being
Would say.

People have to decide for them selves.
I hope that they can comprehend the factors of human lives that can make them understand.

If I, you and we merge with everything,
Tell them all that it was meant to be.
At least I'd like to believe.
Because without a thought the plot is begot
And if "God" the almighty means for our very beings to have its plans.
Then what would I have to say?
I'm sure it wouldn't matter if it was not,
But yet as I write with my ape like fingers out of my human brain that connects with it all,
That is to say,
I'd like to think that a part of the whole is what I am and If I was not then I wouldn't know what...
But, sure, ******* off
And see my sadness grow.
There's no time left to know and to not know.

There's a new year every day from the last that it was,
But even more pressing still
is that every moment is the moment that we live in and reside.

The scars of the past show our times time.
Sure it could be true,
But from the place that I sit I can still find a way to heal.

A way that is new.

When inspiration strikes
Will you be there to let it in?

Worry about what I have to say

What it’s like to be

You’ll make it up

As I’m assured...

Or not

Who?

Who honestly?

Who honestly doesn’t disagree?

Have we ever given the patients too?

Don’t speak uneasy about

The moments silence

that silence that has never gone unspoken

Without all that we are

As we’ve never been

But as that we exist

I still have my doubts...

As we should go

Go

As we are

We are

With

Or

Without

The tendrils of time
Grip every part of my being
They keep me together and lead me on
I follow along between the journey of growth towards the light
And the path set forth within the mighty given mind

An over cast home that houses the soul
In relation between the spirit and man
I find within allegories that can withstand
As long as I have
Existence's helping hand within my grasping hand

Could you love me for a day?
Could you play pretend?
Could you act as if our love will have no bitter end?

Could you love me for a day?
And then go away
never to see me again?

Could you love me for one day?
Like we're the only two
swimming through eternities blue?

Could you love me for a day?
And then when you awake
get dressed and forget my name?

Could you love me for a day?
Knowing that that moment will last forever,
in that time, and in that place?

Could you love me for a day?
Could you give me that piece of mind?
And I will try to be there when we die.

Could you love me for a day?
Kiss my eyes
and make me believe it's going to be okay?

Could you love me for a day?
Could you love me in just that way?

Could you love me for a day?
And I will let you escape.

Could you love me for a day?
Without a heart, or a cause to break?

Could you love me for a day?


Could you love me?



Could you. . . ?




For just one day?

Don’t forget that a heart beats blood.
It was over before it started us.
Our words speak in time for our minds to forget.
Just what our hearts have yet to have bled.

The soul carries.
Humanities been forgot
Turns out it was worth something
Just not worth a whole lot.

One in all
Or all in not

My body resurrects
And kickbacks the cloth
Aside

Three zero five alive
Drugs and marry
Love decides
Hell will reign on those who dived

Dived and yet still
Potion the insanity of a living beings ills

Not yet one worthy to confide

People don't speak the same language even when they're speaking the same language

A word can have as many meanings as there are people, along side intent and experience,
everyone's description of the world before them are unique to them selves and even if there is a just definition it doesn't remark quite as simply as such.



Love sits high and resonates in the soul a word often thrown around in meaningless tones
The quibble of the world quanders in particulum that can't quite reach the query of the aforementioned quote

What words are these that are very rarely ever spoke?

Something within pokes and prods
within this time,
within the mind,
within its scope


Reasoning to see for what seeing reason can be

There are many and descriptions have failed before to describe, for if the love I've begot could begin to reverberate and be shown it would shine in its purest meanings that words couldn't even begin to envelop

But true they would be

Not silence nor scarcity

But more like power in glory to be believed

However if not it doesn't squander, nor does it fade

It waits patiently, aloft, until we all reach the meanings conveyed

Wether in the same place amongst the stars
Or veiled in a reality away
Vexing and churning futures from a far
Indiscernibly so, yet kept at bay

A beauty still that marks time’s passages
Awaiting till we can breathe the relief we seek
I sought answers within the messages
I looked deep with in and I took a peek

known words do fall short; descriptions falter
The mind’s order displaced to understand
This can not be faked, nor lies can cover
The answer never fades and is at hand

Reality proves itself flawlessly
While Being known indiscriminately

One moment, it will be kissing you on the mouth
And the next, it will bet kicking you in the teeth

Is it as long as the stars remain within our grasps?

A time within time

When we’re hoping and praying that it will last

As I walk across the surface of another planets mass
I wonder still

What keeps me at task?

Is it a thought?
Better yet, an idea?
Or be it a dream to be held?

Why not so?
When all those stars were just reflections of ourselves

Reigniting a new burning passion
To be whole

And in its simplicity
To be told

The complexity of the most intrinsic of goals
To behold

And to hold

Yet held

And further still

To be completely felt

The power within always understands
It’s all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, it’s stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices; the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roamed
At my door a stranger trice times has knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That something lies inevitably so

I’m jealous of the glass you bring to your lips
And that it’s not my kiss
I’m jealous of the bath you bathe in
And how it’s not my loves rain
I’m jealous of your skin
And that I have not yet been so porcelain
I’m jealous of the hugs that I’ve been given
And all those who could not feel our love
I’m jealous of every existence
For it is not the same as mine
My beautiful dove
I’m jealous
I’m jealous and I’m...

What I mean is not to be so mean.

I’m the power of existence being...

I’ll stay safe

Safety Is the world
And withIn all our hearts
Heard

But that is the lie
Fore I remember what it’s like to be alive

I’m jelly

Jello

Hello

Hold me my one

I am a life.

What are we waiting for?
Stable lives and daily bores?

We pay the toll till every sense is spent
In refrain I can't regret lament

Going out into the crowded city streets
Maybe someday we will meet

We're gone too soon in a fleeting greet
Passer byes and distant memories

I caught a glimpse of arousals hints
I'm rotating in and out of wits

I've tried too hard to be denied
I don't give a **** I'm rectified

I asked her out to a whiskey bar
It didn't take long for her to accept

Our ulterior motives might
Come from our different minds

But in the end they're the same tense
I take her home and we have some ***

We wake up with the new day
Just to do it all over the same

The tables full and I'm well fed
The plate is clear; living to dead

I'm replenished in their stead
Natures faction is instilled in my head

I'm off to the market place
To find out what the new taste takes

Some are spoiled, others are left to waste
A hunger grows within our mistakes

This is about the time the soul kicks in
The words grow long and they fall apart

Apathy towards a disregarded heart
Should have known some were rotten from the start

Some say this cannot be fixed
When water leaks it collects in drips

A damaged floor tends to give
Caving in; an over saturated sieve

The candles dwindled to a flick
In a pool of wax the wick sticks

We ran through the forest
We ran against the breeze

We ran across the Great Plains
We'll run until we're free

The search is almost over
Our keepers want to be kept

All else is good and nothing's perfect
As she slips back into my bed

She crawls up starting at my feet
Making her way into my head

Our stomachs are full
Our blood is un-bled

But still nothing's changed
She begins to twitch and call my name

She begs me to **** her again
The scene is almost exactly the same

But when she wants it so badly
Can I really be the one to blame?

We're living, breathing, animals
Living, breathing, animals

Read right back

It has become well aware to me

That all life is me talking to myself

Amongst all the assaults and loves

Here we are

Telling ourselves

What we want to hear

No one died for my sins

Nor did they ever need to

If you ever needed a friend

I'll be right here

But there's no guarantee that I'll like you

Even if I love you

The power within always understands
Its all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, its stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices, the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roam
At my door a stranger, trice timed, yet knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That somethings lie; inevitably so

I feel as though I have a paper heart
And every time I write my would be mind's love on it
It scratches under ink tip's pen
And bleeds with no resolve

On this platform
I brave the weary hearts storm
A drift amongst the sea of troubled words

Hoping for a life preserver to be spared
One that will carry me to safety
With the entire crew in tow

I'll never be fooled

Fooled again

By anyone

Who isn't myself

The entire world could die today

And I don't think I'd shed a single tear

Although, the entire world could be born today

And I think that I might cry

No one wants to see themselves die,
but,
yet,
here we all are taking our own pictures.

Most of my life is lived through the window's pane

And it's misery

But every once and a while

When I feel good

Its like a lamp post in the darkness

And that's the path

That leads to a home

Amongst all the lonely roaming

A silver fleck breaking off your boutonnieres glitter

Champagne corks flying through the air

The simple silhouette in the night that you admired from your own light

After asphalt sets lays cracked but only recognized from the bumps of your car's suspension shock jostling your system in a familiar way

The mummified remains from a distant star

The polarizing view of the taxidermied and the taxidermist

The curse that you believed

And the curses you believe broken

Cracking open the tomb at dawn

The mausoleum of Rome on fire

The Egyptian eye of Horus in Osiris's head spin

The most reoccurring patterns of intelligence's creation

Premonitions

A meteorite kept inside of a temple

Karma and none other

Star signs and all the constellations forming perspective

Introspection perception

Tarot in a voodoo man's smiling hands

The biggest building you could ever imagine alone on a distant planet's horizon

The souls that wander on and on and never not knowing what off meant

The spirit that rises in the East never knowing what "East" actually was

The museum left for only the dead

The cryptid that had its beheaded be head

The after math when all the numbers stop making sense

The senseless who learn how to make sense all over again

The giants who walked in the titans foot steps

Just to trip at the base of Olympus Mons

A symbol that somebody once believed in

Death by the cross

The others that never knew how good it truly was to get

The Babylon baby born with two heads

Speaking in all tongues

One thinks of the right and the other dreams of left

The picture of Satan next to your God's head

The thing you thought was real

But you forgot you were in a dream too

You awaken to find everything is still always changing around

anew

The simulation within the simulation

The humanoid on display for the world to see

The monster kept at bay from the back of your mind's imagination

Slipping away like a shadow being in the corner of your eye in the morgue

Graves to soon be

Graves that always were

The power hungry politicians who never realized that they were only actually just killing themselves

The tree that bends in half on a fateful day that sets them free

A wiccan praying at their roots

And burning up their leaves

The dinosaur who was mutated and tried to believe

The fish who walked on land first

The personality that has more eyes to see than senses

The universe as it goes in reverse and then irreversed

Little tricks of the mind while you wonder in your wonderings pastime

How the majic monkey paw both manifests and counts

All the faces you've ever been

The very meaning that people truly set their entire lives around turned upside down a generation later

The willingness to commit and the unwillingness to be committed

Little oddities like the mermaid who is more fish than human

Or the moth's mouth that could eat the whole entire world

In a single bite

All the misunderstandings that were ever mistaken

The alien within ourselves

Godzilla in a salty bath tub

And the whole galaxy in a lake

I'll leave it

For more or less

What one decides to take

How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth

And a little more than you would have ever expected

Isn’t it always true?

That life was something we always experienced a new