The Beat of My Rhythm.

I can live without her,

I've never needed someone to be happy.

We challenged each other,

We grew stronger.

I really did love her.

And I still do.

Thoughts.

Sometimes you have to stop.

Words from the past are meaningless when you live in the present, and your only focus is on the future.

So go ahead, burn the FUCK out of that bridge.

Why leave the path to your peace open to those who were intent on holding you back?

Burn it, burn them all down for good.

Those that are worth your breath will find their way to you.

Those that are not, will drown on their deceit.

Lessons

Lessons.

Years and years over, gone.

The once sweet taste, now stings bitter from the regret of my clear and sober vision.

With countless paths open before me,

I reflect and revisit the failures..

Liars,

Nymphomaniacs,

Alcoholics,

Self-righteous religious types,

Crude and vulgar shadows,

Temptresses,

Acceptance seeking vultures,

Immature privileged leeches,

Life draining succubi,

And mannequins parading as if they hade a soul.

There is a fire burning inside of me.

Though (for now) there is a lack of kindling,

It refuses to dim.

Old as I am,

I am confident that this light still has the potential to burn brighter than a star.

Walk with me, and feed the furnace with this love.

Forever and always,

I will be true.

Clarity.

The coin acted as a herald of raw enlightenment.

With each flip I could feel the waves of clarity,

And dreaded their resonating presence.

Silverfish Fiasco

And so it continues.
The buildup to another let down.
I could say how anxious I am to meet you,
But alas, I have locked my scarred, beaten, and bruised humanity away.
After all, the masses do say,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Yet, all I’ve seen said "love" do is wander.

So I’m done.

I have washed my hands clean of such an absurd delusion.
Forgive me of the transgressions I am sure to gather,
In the following years until I lay before your feet.
(e)motionless,
Like a stone.

Thirst.

I hold tight to my vices.

Though the saga does taste different in your absence,

It will always remind me of you.

I know this will soon fade,

But the feeling of betrayal will forever linger. 

Day by day, the under gets closer to over.

Yet, your want refuses to give my need the time to move.

You cannot have that without this.

My emotion is what's real.

Nothing is meant to last in the sway of disaster.

So let go.

And let me. 

Fourth.

Loosing independence through my own will has tossed me into the eye of the cyclone.

In the days that flowed into weeks, followed by months,

I lived there, unaware of the confusion fate was waiting to bestow upon me.

What we hear tends to flow past us.

How foolish I was to fly through those words.

In the destruction one thing is clear,

I underestimated the furry of this storm.

Not understanding the severity of its forecasted impact.

Nothing left to do but pick up the remainder of my possessions, and walk away from the wreckage.

I plead for time to help rebuild and fortify my temple from such future atrocities.

Yet I am not able to find all the fractured shards of my love.

So they are sacrificed to experience, and I abandon them in the rubble.

Hoping that her light may one day honor their soft and subtle beats,

That shall echo throughout every corner of eternity.  

Believe.

Believe that things change.

Believe that you mold your own life.

Believe that what happens next is up to you.

Power struggles are useless,

People are individuals and you cannot coltrol anything but your own actions,

Or anyone but yourself.

Make the choice to be happy.

Decide that you want to wake up with a smile everyday.

And hold your loves close, for they may be gone tomorrow. 

Always With Snow.

When it's lost, it's lost.

It has become a hauntingly welcome feeling over the years.

The first tingle at my toes signals the end of a beginning.

A curse has been cast upon me.

Pure emotion floods through my every cell.

Then deception pops up like a blemish, tarnishing all that grew before...

Kiss the Girl

The sun feels cool and calm against the weathered dermis of my casing.

Such a stark contrast to what the liquid pulling cheese-covered-man evokes in the dead of night.

Through translucent matter, the light appears gray as the foreground slowly passes over me.

Every web I come into contact with leaves me in a panic, yet how many of them have I myself formed?

Countless visions shake me daily, as I am caught dreaming with eyes wide open.

Thoughts evolve into actions on the whim of repressed silent desires. 

Their vibrations strike multiple chords, leading to rhythms unknown to what I have become.

I am inclined to recall my journeys  under the sea, where my words became entangled with mystery.

It took another of her race to close me, and until now I did not realize the opening effect that oxygenated circle gifted me with.

Seven years later the resolve has become clear.

The one who can unlock this doorway,

Is lost somewhere in time.

Why must I weigh a different past with my own?

I have blossomed despite countless regrets.

The wisdom I possess must be offered outwardly to every new beginning.

Holding my trials firmly, I begin to embark on an unknown quest, and precede to develop connections based on mutual understanding.