My perfect soul.

She the perfect match;

Im not heightening a white flag.

To blow in the breeze of our past, waring love.

invisible bombs dropping in our heads as thoughts,

Tankful actions to betray me…

May the land minds of our words,

Self destruct, may the tank lose course,

May the spiralling bombs around us, to cease.

The end of our war, belongs to future loves.

May they be more understanding, less prideful.

May the war cease, the flag to hover whilst blue jay’s pass nearby;

May the sun set whilst you’re smiling in-front of him.

May your smile stay bold and flawless,

You deserve to be content, i do know.

I love you…

To lose your massive pride,

Would mean to me, that I’m worth it too, am i?

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Book

As i go around the zombies – too messed up from her potions to think. Theyre pulling ideas out in a frozen mind, unaware im walking past, no thought train to conduct. Theyre not aware, of what they should do. As i move towards the housing complex, i see the witch staring at me, her dead gaze, cutting through.

As i remember the good times, seperating the potions that i conjured. I remember, thinking to myself, she looks so beautiful… i think too myself, while walking up the stairs. Is something wrong? Is she really trapped within, which is which – im starting to lose my memory of everything we did, talked about…

reality feels like its slipping. The area, seems fogged, hard to walk forwards, light shines from within the eyes, stars are present. The thinking slower…

The stairs are of metal, chilly, in these shoes… ice hanging from the small apartment-like unit windows. Frost consuming the floors. I walk upwards, during this large staircase… slippery to the feet. As i try to keep gripping and move up, i can hear the laughing from above, growing with strength.

I finally get to the top, shes standing infront. the 80’s wall paper – looks terrible… to the front as i look, she begins to project an image, of 4… they create a vortex, using her chilly breath – i cant tell which is which….

Love Her

She’s the sunlight, the moon and the star’s, too me she’s every kind of beautiful, perspective; complete, together.

She warms alike the sun, casts light in the darkness, and she’s my little star, bringing hope to myself. The mountains ive climbed to see the mix of completness. Was completely worth it, as i watch the scene, im stunned. How is she able?

The Crow and the Wine cellar

in the cellar, are plenty of wine bottles, the flavours are plentiful. As i pick my flavour, i see a rat come out of the door, he shifts and quickly runs, as a bottle hits the floor, i wonder if the clock is moving at a pace i’m unsure of… i go back to selecting my drink for the night… i pick a lighter bottle…. I walk up the stairs… i close the door behind me it creeks – i conclude i should put WD-40 onto the hinges… i keep my pace up the stairs however. As i’m walking upwards i realize that it’s a more spiral set of stairs, i keep ascending the rocky stair case. And i finally come into the light of the hallway… and notice it’s a pigeon engraved bottle… I go towards my living room, thru the hallway… I sit upon the table so i can see out thru the window… I begin to drink my bottle of alcoholic enjoyment. I ponder what happened during the cellar trip. However i conclude that it’s best if i keep a hopeful and happy mindset as i drink my beverage.. i take a few sips… I start to sink into depression, the madness of the night shoots thru my mind awfully and plentiful… i feel my liver stunned in pain and unable to process the beverage once more… as i’m thinking of death – i see crow outside the window…. I start coughing blood at a quick rate.. I fall off the hard table, i begin screaming – however i’m the only one home and the only one around… i begin to shift towards my landline, but i don’t have the strength, and i keenly remember i didn’t pay my phone bill, due to the fact that i needed to add my wine to my cellar… My body begins to shake, my skin feels dead….

Two days later the paramedics: find my body, my liver stopped functioning normally and died

My Momma’s roots.

the roots underneath the tree, help the tree develop, get nourishment, stay strong in the hard winter months. The chilly months would have stricken the trees potential, but the strong roots keep it stabilized, humbled. This root system, is along with the others, helping the forest, the whole of society. each root has a vital role. To help the tree survive and grow strong enough….. she’s the roots within my life, the backbone, the ever expanding strength that the tree needs to maintain it’s growth. She, needs the tree for her retirement… but the roots cannot see to the heavens alike the tree.

Fireworks Within a Mind

Fireworks are exiting my brain, they’re bright and combust lately with ease. They’re effortless and enjoyable… Beautiful thoughts are within my head powering these powdery fires – The music flows within the room, The fireworks grow in strength, exiting quicker; I hope they continue, they progress, I look around and things feel excellent. I feel content and the fireworky ego is alike meth, happy pulses cruise within my head, across… sometimes the ego going upwards is one of the best feelings in the world.

Sadness

Trapped within a mental cage. the bar’s are clear, the room is wide and lengthy. there’s much to do, yet nothing to do simultaniously… i shout for prison guards, inmates, but there isn’t anyone in the far distance. feels as if ill never leave this old prision, never see someone in the same situation… I shout out for the warden, someone in charge, but a speaker from on-top, says in a robotic tone, a fish in a pond that gets taken out of the water, caught. Is no longer free… but he can escape the boat if he has enough strength, enough will… My will is depleting, and i’m caught, but i’m in a bucket near the edges of the boat. With one lucky jump, i could claim my freedom back, and conquer the mountain, but i often wonder if the mountains an illusion and i’m really in sinking sand, I’m told never move ask for help, but there’s nobody in sight, nobody that cares…. Perhaps this is my fate to be within this cage forever, like a bird flapping it’s wings in it’s enforcement waiting for somebody to allow them to fly once more… the seasons will change slowly, the days will lessen, but it’s a slow death, as the dreams of flying within the birds mind, lessen, everything he’s known, loved are a fading memory…. as he ticks at the cage, they put more restraints, the quick sand within the mind fights back and brings the birds pride, joy, into the thick liquid, until it’s dead….

Coke, beer. Dead

My drinks cold, my jobs done, I’m wondering if this is the height of my life… the absolute moments, that i’ll treasure in my old age… the moments that will be everlasting… i feel it isn’t…. but yet, this is the life i’ve been given… will it get any better? or is happiness at the bottom of a budweiser… at the end of a coke line. Both seem spectacular; although living life must be more spectacular? i often wonder if I’m sociopathic and substance is the only way ill ever enjoy life once more… so i hit the line, drink a beer and wish for the better times to come, the ones where I’m not panicking and drunk, the times were ill enjoy the planet for what it is, not for a chemical substance that’s suppose to bring happiness…. Our god’s have brought us more, yet we sit around snorting chemicals, smoking substances to escape what? a full life, a meaningful one, a life that’s heavily enjoyed… in our sober states we have a world of exploring, enjoyable times worth mentioning, yet we chase a liquified dream, a deadly substance to escape a heavenly world? Yet this is what most of us have chosen… but not i, they’ll be memories worth mentioning roads explored, and beautiful, happy times… and it won’t be through a chemical.

The Butterfly.

The flower’s bloom outside, as we sit and socialize, the minutes turn to hours… the weather shifts to anew, like our complicated relationship…it’s ever-changing, and very enjoyable – within a forest, i look around, and begin to protect myself from those around. i embrace her being, her whit, her unusual personality, she’s began to fly, and visit within the forestry. i’ve cocooned – i’m not in a rush to deconstruct my thick protective layer – it suits me for the time being, a wall to keep those around out, as she ventures and flourishes and mingles with the other wildlife, i sit, wrapped in a layer of social-repellent.  However i become emotionally down due to the fact that we’re apart in maturity…. she sees me as lesser i see her as forever.  Which compels me to make things different, change, grow. as she heightens like the trees around, so do i… but she has years on me and at times i feel as a kid. and that’s the way she views me, friend zoned by a grand friend.