Reverse distaste,
Whom why's who,
Untold truths.
Day old couth
Letting go,
Second mistake
Easy hate.
Simmer simmer,
Forsake

Deans of Deed

Listen here....
I am and I will always be; stead fast. Proud. I do not bend like the willow tree. Nor follow or flow as a drifting speck upon the rivers and seas. I am of old and roots be bound. I listen to hear and see through it all.... I am frank and genuine. So do not speak to me of lies and deceit. For you are but flesh and bone. You too shall expire given time. I pray the wind blows the dust of your ignorance to kinder lands. Until then, redeem yourself or die in your lies.

The Woods

We of whom,
born of crude,
rooted and bound.
oaken taunt.
temper hearts, willow's kiss
did have, do...
blossom we do!
Rather i, choose death,
over die.....
tis a patient content.
A memento vivere in the woods!

...... talk

Aspire, Absolute, Advocate

Vaccines...

I strongly believe that as the health care/medical industry grows… new and newer ideas and forms of vaccines are being created in attempts to cure, prevent, and/or better lives. Trial and error, of course, will be part of this new and endeavoring research action. But then again… where does trail begin and who are truly the trial subjects? I believe that the government and medical industries are subjectively using an estimated number of people as their experimental subjects. In this case, young women have been the chosen subjects.                                                                                                                                                                                                History has stated and proven that there has been a vast number of causalities whom have died, fallen ill, been negatively affected by it and largely suffered because of it. Granted; in today’s world many people have lived and have been healed because of the ones who have died for this cause. So what’s a few thousand young women dying in a world of millions and thousands of others who could live. Sam theory…!!! If this were a terrorist attack, it was performed well and executed brilliantly. ISIS has infiltrated the US for years and some have been working in governmental, political, etc. powers. How brilliant of a plan! Honestly… kill off or prevent the population of the US to continue to populate. Young women have died and will continue to die/suffer; or if they do live… they’ll live a painful and costly life. If they are able to bare children, who is to know if those babies will have birth defects or even live. Some vaccines are crippling young women and their health is declining and bodies are deteriorating. My stance is all very factual and matter of fact backed by cases and real life individuals. Not including me… but others. The medical field will fight and deny this… many large medical corporations have bought in to this and for this to have an negative effect… they WILL bury and twist and autopsies will continue to come back as “unconfirmed” Now… I do not truly believe ISIS is behind this. So calm down… but it’s a cute idea.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Some vaccines do not have a true estimate of how long they will last or even if it will do what it was created to do or perform to its ideal standards. But I do believe, vaccines are being created without true and honest research. And I do believe that the government is continuing to allow for the general public to be its pro-long research subjects for more than just a select few things. We are many and governmental voices are few… Scary to think our lives are governed by a handful of individuals. Freedom isn’t free… our rights are written from the ideas and thoughts of supposed yes and nos. If they push to have this vaccine required in the school systems like they have been…, I fear an epidemic is a soon coming event. Just like many other things; it will be years and years with countless deaths until the truth comes out and justice will serve no one but corpses in the ground. So I believe… that vaccines are being administered without proper research and proper test subjects

Keep heart

Scars.

Days are painted and tainted... ever is it enlighten and darken. They say you make and create your own destiny. Choosing your own choices and making plans and goals to conform to what society has said was "growing up" What about the outliers that float between the airwaves and unsettling silence? And the broken ones that remain and mourn for their bruises and wounds? What about the poor... that fear the questions of, "How and will we... when will...is there?" What about the damaged ones... The family systems that have shattered and wrecked... the children from that exist and age through this. What becomes of them...?

Patterns and cycles are ever repeating and never breaking. Different faces and places, yet same consequence.  Its easier to build and instill love and positive behaviors and tendancies in children then repair broken adults. Its a layer upon layer scar, so to speak.

Thawing.

Its a stutter stutter,
trip and fumble.
ever over,
backwards spiral.
creeping trembles.
numbing humming.
feeling,
reeling...
repressed,
now surfacing.
how to handle.
clutter fuck,
all at once.
off the rocker.
she's crumbling.

Compass heart.

.... Ready for the fall,
Catch me.
Open arms.
Simple hello.
Shifts and change.
Ironic.
Worlds away...
Ahoy mate.
Compass hearts do say.

GORGEOUS....!!!

Best cover artist ive found.... Ever

For every heart beat out there.... this better shatter your entire entity.

Hold on love

What's meant,
Bleeds bliss...
Rim around,
Undone.
Run
Love.
Grab for hold...
Let.
Never.
Go...

Wire

High rise.
Balanced climb,
Winds shift...
Sway.
Lines lie.
Unsettling descret.
Whom do seek.
Step.
Toe tip...
Slip.

naps inbetween

http://open.spotify.com/track/5jtbbkTh7x4UeMVAvF2KaI

Keep me cold,
A little bit low.
Battered and bruised.....
I love the blues,
the broken hearts. 
And same shit scenes,
Gotta get my fix,
Buzz on boozes...
Plummet past,
Last year...
Anything but peace.

For Winnie

For all that was lost...
we find again.
within a you and a me.
a past and present.
future reverie.
rest now love...
i'll carry your burdens.
shoulder your hurt.
mend your soul...
paint your dreams,
with colors and glee.
i'll weave anew,
Love and content,
to mend your heart.
All but again.

Nights.

its a cut throat kind of feel.
where pain ain't real.
blood's just seeping on through.
a too late,
turn page.
where reverse comes true.

Foretold upon relevance

Layer after layer...
An unearthing distress.
Depth and beauty.
Tainted by flesh.
Realms of vast
Soul let keep....
Heart poise hung,
Loosely wise young she.

Grumpy.....

Rain down and pour on out calamity heart.... I'll be bleeding red.

Not Meant.

Much of too...
Why....
How...
do.
diverse,
Distract...
enact.
plains of vain.
much of distant.

Days and Memories

She awaits in vain,
Ore fields and planes,
amidst the rain...
Steady is as grace.
A calming cool,
one meant to soothe.
Harbored hurt,
Oh how minds do,
Race and boom.
Though torn and scorn,
Five years returned.
A past,
A life,
A once was....
A now become.
find peace and dust,
And ease of thought.
Let fall your tears,
Beneath the locus
And tea cups...

R.I.P

there's a ticking to a pulse,
where so,
false been true.
a lining of silver.
slices right on through.
bear brave love...
moments and memories,
come to pass,
hold true...
roots.
temper patience.
extinguish hurt,
calm your heart.
anger,
let fall.
breathe...
for today...
Memento Vivere....

Begin

the concept of up,
ever is down.
near to far.
is as does.
did have done.
do, but of.
backwards incline.
round about,
come clean...
begin an undone

Cam, Calls...

Outsiders give care...
significance never nar.
ever do dare.
How a why...
Did have I.
Simplicity....
Movie sofa sit.
Comfort and care...
All but a fable's tale.

Cheap

stagnant heart,
ignorant remarks,
delayed delight...
hindsight...
all but a pawn shop trade.

Escape

Nacho Inspirations, emotional clutter fucks and a need for change.....

Stars

Belated Birthday

Cafe Booths

There’s an age of riffle and strife.
Complexity meant not to be.
Hearts poured out…
Come now,
Blood lust…
Pavement need not be stain.
Users take, go
The poor, left tired and worn.


paid in coins...
food or laundry.


Fronts, crumble to dust

Romantics turn bitter…


Happy endings surrender
Midnight café sits…
Tunes hum and drone on
wedding parties stumble.
forever held its peace.


Emotions swirl…
Hollow hurt.



Moments are meant to happen once. Why then do we relish, cherish and mourn… naïve attempts to hold on and remember. At times, those are the very moments we hold onto and can’t seem to get over. Years will come and go and we still allow those long ago times to corrode away. I miss nancy. I miss my youth. I miss feeling home. I miss a home that never felt like a home. I miss a home where I was more of an outlier then part of it. I’ve always felt disconnected in a way. Set apart. Maybe that’s why I drive into love and relationship… even if its unhealthy or terrible. Feeling like I belong to something, someone… like I can matter, for whatever amount, to an anything… I let it consume me. I let myself give it anything. The temporary feelings are the moments I relish. More so… its because that’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve learned to eat salt and smile… Happiness is such an endeavoring battle… blistered and burned. I come out hurt and worn. We carry on and power through… they say life is a journey. My journey has ever been none. Just let me be…

Austin

Rambles

so i'm a whirlwind of a hot mess even on my better days... trust me, that's my personal best yo. i don't have a yes or a no, a why to a how or an answer that may or may not suit your prying needs or questions ... haven't yet come to a conclusion myself. I never know what's up or down... or even if my universe is still turning when i'm at a stand still pace... I'll piss you off, i'll annoy you, i'll get moody and emotional for no reason then cry over a simple thing like a pickle..??? i'll confuse you, i'll hate you, i'll get wolfy and throw sassy pant tantrums, say fuck you then run up and hug you, i'll up and leave, i'll disappear and never tell you where i am, i'll make you wanna throat punch me, i'll unintentionally get you to like me more then you should... you'll laugh, cry, scream, resent, mourn, love, hate, hope, want, everything inbetween over me. All i gotta say is... good luck folks.

Diddly da's

cycles and circles... repetitive patterns all but again.

Bike Ride Babbles

Silence has an amusing way of entertaining hushed thoughts and feelings… at times even to the point of provoking them to light. Almost like a surreal surface of warfare where closure and curious greed collide and burst. Even in the hustle and bustle of everyday common life… in the intimate hours of your comatose state… there’s a hushed lull that corrodes at your very being. It’s not always a question of why and how… more so the wonderment of who. Sometimes I reflect on the matters of the “who” or the “what” and inevitably wonder why I find a hollow emptiness within. Is it the people and/or person that my very core aches for or is it the time and place where feelings meshed into the memories that I consequently miss. In all its abstract ways…it's an unsettling perplexity of nonchalant bullshit. Vivacious hopes fade just as swiftly as a comment or remark alters your feelings or views directed towards a person, place or thing. In all honesty… we're our own epitome of human intellect and destined flaws. We hope, we love, we grieve, we covet, we fear, we over analyze, we inquire, we discover, we hate, we shy away, we resist, we forgive, we are indeed the most perfect imperfection amongst the fickle yet divinely constant life forms here. In a world where literally anything is possibly possible... we are ultimately small and tiny.... the prospect of the potential possibility of a chance becomes our undoing. We have moved so far away from what the humans were designed for. Power comes to the person who cares less... blaze attempts of psychological games of delayed replies via texts are far from rare. Cheers to detached and impersonal forms of interaction. Spectrums of similar appearances as to being carefree and indifference take way… either because there’s lack of care or conscious efforts to conceal true depth. Fuck deciphering the later of the two. So the question arises once more… is it the “who” or the “what.” Then again, it may very well be the you of I in your steadfast life.

Grooves yo.

Kassie Girl

hmmm

Little Deeds....

Cute Cute

cozy content
muted hum
ear drum
page eye read
ironic happenings
want for a need.

Chain-Link

Nice boy,
flighty girl...
sincere hope,
wayward mope.
kind, oh give...
obligate, owe.
false of face.
run.
go.

Lazy daze

dipper dapper
dabble... bap
sleepy sleep
nap nap nap

Twin

sore is as sight
eye of two,
double split.
DNA... two
lavish lust,
immerse,
immense.

Spring Cheer

solar polar
radiant lust,
spring of coming
harbored bliss.
mourn, foreboding
winter's kiss.
come round.
kindred miss

Spring Moods

chitter
chatter
life a buzz!
spring of sprung
warmth begun.
moods shifting,
apparel, none.
costs.
hung.

Dumbass

Savages!
thieving dirt scum,
divergent, distract.
conclusion gone wrong.
chase an escape.
red hand distaste.
eye for a lie.
hit and run

Alcohol And The One Night Stands

faux of heart
obsolete
sincere perks,
cheap drinks.
wink or nudge
late night discreet.
hollow hearts.
unearthed grief.

Penny for your thought.....!?!?!?!?

"Is 'now' a split second in time, or is it a vast expansion of sensation? Is it a new 'now', or the same old 'now' where you've always been?"


So.... i saw this posted and it made me ponder about a bit. Definitely going to indulge in the bliss of interesting thoughts.

Alcoholic Blues

I of me,
fickle discreet
char of heart.
mistaken mar
rope...
oh hold,
let of go.
all, but everything

Sting.

So it still stings.... piff

Does it mean i haven't moved on? Perhaps... Then again i believe that those innocent first loves never really or truly leave you. A part of you still searches for tiny glimpses of that significant person in others or common place things. Moments and memories inspired by the two of you shape and create the possible habits of the present day you. Maybe that's why i find myself drawn to select individuals.... More so because i know in the deepest and most personal parts of me, i'm still holding on. I don't need to elaborate for anyone... per say, if i were to be with anyone now; the whole being faithful.... P.s. "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets" Titanic ~ ha... terrible reference, but there's a subtle truth to it. For those intellectually sound and/or mature enough to understand that.

Best Regards.

Fight

Flicker filter, light.
Dream like you.
Cut throat knife.
Anything for you….
Comma state,
Kiss awake.
Divert divergent.
Escape.

~

At times, our minds wander into the far reaches of extremity where limbo replicates suppressed inner desires or fears; allowing our dreams to take way and work as movie pixel images to help conclude and sort inner turmoils. Regardless if it may be of positive and/or negative origins, there is a provoking act of the "i of you;" in other words... depending on if you're governed by your own logical limitations even in the dream realm or have complete and utter control. For me... my dreams have always been restless and vivid. Sensory is as profoundly surreal as it would be if i were to be awake. Making it such, that my nights become this perpetual wheel of highs and lows leaving me emotional drained in the morning hours. Even as i carry on in my wake, my mind will continue to wander and search for a seek. Fumbling though the intended logic between morality and human discreet. In this case... hearts yearn for its ache.

Best Regards.

Sam ~

(Origins and core thoughts of Petty Hearts)

Yup.

Corona, dash of salt and a drop of lime... brandy seeps through, whiskey low blues.

Blue

table turn,
clock.
tick tock.
bright eyes...
sincere discreet.
hold for a halt.
exhale.
reverse heart

Faith

Fears hold truth,
Brewing...
Is as darkness,
A once upon a time you.
Crucible heart...
Mar and disarm.
Present tense blues....
7 steps and a leap of faith,
Terrors of the night,
Demonic attempts...
Oh such strife...
Prayers and pleas.
Escape and heed.
Alpha is as my omega.
Divine constance...
Soul to keep.
For I am,
Of human flesh.
Renounced.
Forgive...
Harbor spirit,
Life anew...
live

Light

Tell me there's hope and futuristic worth in the deeds of right doing.... pray there is.

Don't Listen (Teaser Demo)

Teaser Demo for my Valentine...!

Superman.

corner round oh light,
life falter halt,
churn of rusted heart,
gears go grind
dust...
ashen memories.
hope

She

She walks with beauty,

Poise of stone.

Nonchalant endeavor,

Interpret, unbiased bliss.

churn oh churn 

turn of yearning. 

sore eye glimpse. 

Ignite.

simmer simmer
saunter taunt.
breeding lust
smolder fuss
hearts.
star dust

Lights....

Just Grumpy.

Christmas Time Blues

a little bit low,
a little bit blue.
winter's got a chill...
complimenting the i of me.
love and glow
swim and flow...
hollowed hearts
set apart.
you know not.
roots of a memento mori...
come now compass heart,
scream vivere...
once more for me.

Shotgun Seat

A lovely friend of mine is coming back from Nepal and i guess you could say i'm uber excited and ecstatic about it! So... i wrote her a quick... quirky little diddly da of a tune.

liar

sleeping beau blues.
a numbing of truth,
for,
a what...
is as,
to whom
i of am.
norm,
uncommon rebuke.
forceful now....
lie aloud.
come again.
once, twice...
tis a becoming truth.

Quote

There's a beauty in the subtle epiphany of a second chance heartache.

Bones

Inadvertent loss.

Impalement through the heart.

Feel for a want.

A needed sought.

Rejection…

Foil plot.

Fade to black.

Epiphany enact

let lay...

past.

A reach for back.

farewell running fast.

misery brews...

footsteps move.

constant.
a slow pace stance.

Rooftops.

New version....

Origins.

Counter back.
Tock to last.
Events of past,
You.
Forward now.
Shore side launch.
Cast out.
Reel in heart.
Waters and waves.
Collide and combine.
Drift,
Restless now.
Fear to love.
Fast of fall,
vertical peaks.

I am of not.

I am of not.

Wayward,

Discreet heart.

Fickle beauty,

Hungry searching.

Suitors yearning.

Choice or chance.

Disregard.

Sure shot bet.

Push and urge.

Dynamics skewed.  

Plea for bargain.

A hesitant yes.

Vrai or faux…

Feelings aglow.

Havisham heart,

Estella guard.

Cob web soul.

Brave young chap

A gentlemen’s better half.

Be patient tempered heart.

For love’s undoings left me cold.
hollowed slow bleeding.

So show me love.

Tender and true.

Teach me how…

Soft.

Sincere….

Whisper truth…

Humble and true

Hold me now.

For I do…

Love you.

I am of not.

Fears and doubts.

I wear like scars.

Hush my lips,

Steady my heart.

Calm me down.

I am of not. 

Nebula.

For reason's unknown... i was thinking about the realm and universe today. And of course, common place happenings... present/past tense; inspired some of this melancholy nonsense. Select people came to mind when i was writing this... in the end. Ironic. because its almost fitting! Nebulas, as a whole, are made up of a multitude of things which in turn is the gist of the song.

Best Regards.

Sam

Lyrics ~

Can you hear me breath,
Can you hear my thoughts when I think.
Or when I don’t speak.
Oh, I don’t know why… our lives.
Are… but smeared blurred, lies.

We are 2X outliers that speak.
We are 3X outliers that speak.
We are 3X distant stars
We are nebulas, crash burn. rebirth. die.
Die again, into something beautiful.
Tell me telescoper…
Did you see my comet shine?

You got a heart like a fighter.
And I got no courage, to speak my mind.
And I die, at night.
Laying wide awake in the dark.
Heart like a window pane.
I gotta lay my head down.
I don’t know why we become distant stars.

Chorus

Can you point me out. Why do I fade…. Like all the nebulas.

Chorus

Fade into life. Like all the nebulas
Can you hear me breath.
Tell me telescoper…
Do I fade at night.

Piss Off Tempered Hearts...

To hell with the faint of heart,
And cruel mind of tongue...!
Cower not.
Stand right up.
Confidence of the am and who...
Shine right through.
Up and leave,
Whim or planned.
Compass heart.
Roots,
Ink depth deep.
Spin round...
For the here and now.
Let fall,
past previous mars...
For this...
Is the who of are.

Late Night Rambles

Home

A fleeting miss,
Harden thoughts.
Tender hurt.
Flesh raw scars.
Tidings do bring.
Subtle roots,
Flaunt it not.
Harbor beauty,
Worldly undoings.
Imprison ink, walk.
Lookers see not.
Deeper depth.
Preserve, believe.
Naïve upbringings.
Perspective’s assumptions.
Blasphemy's rant.

Leave

Gander round,
seen un-sight…
Hanker sought.
Turn about.
Sideways lust,
Sod it, must.
Brassy lass.
Whimsical heart.
Fret foe, fear.
Inadequacy,
Up and leave.
Tide baring grief.
Constitute loss,
weep.

Tiny

Complexity heed lecture not.
Reverse fall fool,
Elude round right.
Scarcity reels fright.
Stowaway delight.

Worst Kind

suitors here and yearning... piss off.

Possibilities

tinker tinker...
tittle tot,
dippity do dots.
forgotten not she, yet.
cards go suitors...
play here, past.
call bluff, better bet.
angsty ants.
fiddle tiddle tat...
fantastic dread!
knowing known's unknown....
witter bitter worth.
begun beginnings
ending yet.

Why Then

you're not mine to give care...
                               the right is all yours,
for i let you go.
                       a choice made years ago.
hearts came to a halt.
                      oh how the ocean waves did rock,
young we were...
                         our lives blurred and cluttered.
                               i loved you fierce.
                                    i loved you so...
you could not bend, no
bare brave...
                              i needed you so.
                                  i was broken and alone.
never once did you ask.
       a simple, "how are you?"
never did you say.
       how sorry you were.
"Is there anything i can do?"
                                           lack of care.
                                         consideration....
                     that my dear.
                 reasons as to why...
               upon my own accord
                      I let you go.
irony...
for you spoke such cruel words.
                                               Why then,
do i feel the way i do.
                                       is it love.
                                     or a grieving ache.
Is it the fact,
       you never cared.
             or contently moved on.
                                                   why then...
do i care.

Port Side Wreck

She’s a cool flame fire.
Searing through my veins.
Hypothermic relief.
All but through a screen.
Pleasant hi’s and hellos.
Nonchalant,
Indifferent's discreet.
Cherished.
Peace of mind,
Escaping flee…
Topics surface,
Familiar voices.
Airwave scene.
Humor,
Is as dry weave…
Harbor heart.
Port side wreck...
Reverie.
Verses left,
Silenced.
Present now,
Discrepancy ….
Suggest.

Do You

~ For Jake ~

Smears

Alas,
Lassie girl,
You are my undoing,
Bottle lost hope.
Calamity tides,
Ocean fiery bliss.
Aye,
Easy eyes.
You are my clarity,
shore side amiss,
falters and fears,
brew weaken spirits.
Onslaught mess.
Deprived is as mind,
conceive a perceive,
Indeed..
Darling dear,
comprehension’s complexity.
subtly you sneer.
picture scattered canvas,
Blurred smears.

Dawn

Morning anew,
Sleepy eye blues.
A numbness sets in.
A void presence,
Reverie bleeding through.
Her ringing silence.
Stumble to and fro.
Weakness lingers…
Threadbare bones.
Hollow halls,
Loss dawns.

Come Back Home...

nuff said.... rough, raw and sappy.

<--- --->

peering black.
stiffen lull.
demons crawl.
fears sound.
raging hate.
a loathing fight.
thicken smog.
panic near,
struggle life.
reverse,
reaction.
concluded vow.

River Heart.

Cast out.
temper sound.
line drawn.
thoughts mar.
drifter gone.
take keep.
loose let,
seek.

Late

Eyes blur,
sleep sounds.
thoughts rush,
hidden,
discreet.
conscious hush.
disregard,
come round.
fleet,
meek.
solitude keep.
beg,
plead.
candle light scene.

Scattered.

flicker,

hither...

withering life. 

height,

might,

star light.

bed 

dread.

restless night.

Atlas Drop

Goodbye blues,
fade to screams and cheers.
laughter rises...
grease filled air lingers.
blurs follow motion,
lights and color...
swirl,
contort figures.
A subtle undertow...
burns...
corrodes....
hollow heart.
atlas empty drop.

Fool.

you're a stab in the back...
dagger twisting deeper
with each and every breath.
our lives were never meant...
ever to collide,
merge.
cross paths.
moments rewind...
day one.
your eyes.
liquid fire.
a yearning lust.
blazing red.
i fell in love....
its stand still mess.
with a farewell goodbye.
you stole my heart.
a hollow empty void.
bitter i've become.
i've loved you so.
envied your pursues...
for you see them fitter.
you're a love undone.
for i can't move on.
oh how i've tried.
dear me i fear...
there's a part of me,
that holds on.
a hopeful part...
stubborn enough,
not to give up.
i've distanced myself...
disappeared.
refused to call.
up and left,
everything,
just to escape.
lingering memories,
of a supposed once was.
there's nothing i can do or prove.
for i'm everything,
unwanted by you.
fool i am..
for i still love you.
a wounded dog,
loyal to one.
so fiercely i've loved you.
passionately, i've hated you.
you're perfect for me,
in all the right and terribly wrong ways.
i am..
but a fool in love.

Airs and Ports.

clutch
crunch
time tick tock.
empty drop.
hollow nauseous
panic stricken
waning loss.
farewell ascending.
gone.
halt,
pause.
move
run.
verb
something.
anything
tear fall.
wanderlust found.

You

and so the beginning's end has come.
a heart beat left undone.
past memories,
wandering in tempered lust.
or shall i say,
a once was love.
hearts grow to ache.
a love meant not for pain.
consequentially.
inevitability

Bike

late night,
bike lights.
random pubs,
fuzzy minds.
part, divide.
cruise and curves,
left to right.
seeking turns.
a tempered patience...
a pleading want.
left on 11th,
oh what a sight...
late night hellos...
peace of mind...

Solitude.

Suitors come...
A want and a yearn.
Such sincere intent.
As they reach,
Pour their hearts out.
Oh how they take and make time.
compliment,
inquire a day's how's and why's.
attempts of winning hearts.
Too bad I’m a turn and run.
Disregard and shut out…
For I find nothing more taxing…
Then a plague such as yourself.
Leave me in peace…
I want nothing more or less.
Just my solitude at best.
I'm cold and cruel...
to any of whom,
wish me well.
for guarded i stand.
mars from a past farewell.
I'm a heartbreaking lass,
So save yourself the heartache.
Walk away....

Die Out

Sparks die out.
Burnt,
Ash dust.
A rage and hate.
Claims, engraves.
Tis an expected sort of thing.
Silly hopeful girl.
With your stars and dreams.
Realism verse romantics.
Bittersweet components.
A lust for the bottle.
Regardless of outcomes.

Romeo's Dilemma

Photos and frames,
Capture,
Display.
Norms.
Happy hurry elate.
Planes and waves.
Past memories awake.
A soon coming…
An almost leaving…
Emotions contrite.
Common wandering.

Story

She’s a stole away heart.
Tail lights veering right.
She’s a drive away goodbye,
Of a midnight car ride…
She’s the radiance of a smile,
As the hour clock strikes.
She’s a sunset sight…
On a cloudless night.
She’s a warm summer rain…
A brilliant cascade.
She’s the heat of the night.
where words rise and dissipate.
She’s the anticipated wait…
The suspense of a coming dread.
She’s the soul that crumbles.
Concluded as is beginning...
She's the plot of my story.
A heroic tragedy.

Road

She's a free fall moment,
humid summer night.
wind blown smile.
speeding headlights.
late night verses,
destination plot.
background lull.
familiar roads.

Joy Williams

She said it all.........

Gone

Picture perfect moment
Captured,
selfish remembrance.
A faded memory.
Alas, an only memory.
A once was.
A come and gone.

Sink

A coming come.
age undone'ing.
click.
tick.
its a sure shot hit.
titanic a panic.
ship,
sink,
sunk.
now a happy.
narrow
empty
lonely.

..............

A coming of age,
an undone coming.
click.
tick.
its a sure shot hit.
titanic panic sink.
a happy kind of now,
narrow is as empty.
lonely.

Lovely Eyes

its a waterfront sit...
familiar face.
lovely eye bliss...
a star shot glance.
outta sight.
outta mind.
ironic happenings.
come round again.

Kudus Viewers.

For once i'll actually post something not sappy, moody or annoyingly perplexing and write something on a more.... human level. So this is me sharing and bouncing ideas, thoughts and thinkings off of you! Oh and for all you beautiful followers out there that take the time to browse... Kudus to you. Whomever you are or choose to be, you're beautiful and have an absolutely gorgeous heart. So thanks for the viewer support.

Its interesting at times.... As readers we conjure up this supposed idea and image of the artist or writer. What they see, feel, think, act or believe... we see it in their work. Because of this, we form opinions completely selfish to our own. When we stumble upon a piece of their work or anything in general. Likewise to life and its brilliance... so to speak. We are left with choices. Regardless of the situation at hand... There are always choices. We as humans neglect the obvious but so very distorted "thing." I call it "thing" because in all reality... what can you call something that can mutate into just about anything with the conscious human aid of a decision. For me, I try not to hold myself on grounds of right or wrong. In other words, deciding what to do depending on if its morally right or wrong. Then again... define morality and its supposed moral ways. Anyways, i'm just balanced and neutral. Seeing that my right may or may not be perceived as completely and utterly wrong to others. Not that i care or find myself influenced to exterior opinions; it just keeps for open and common grounds. Emotionless. In the world of analytic beings, we either view and disregard or allow it to swell within us. Either because of a personal connection/shared experience or because its something that captivates us on some form of level. We indulge ourselves and let the pure complexity of that "one" thing consume us so much that it becomes an intimate part of us. We can choose to hold on to this moment in time or allow it to pass by.

What i'm referring to simply is.... I as the creator and author of these, unique writings holds a deeper depth to words then a tattoo artist's ink needle. You see what i write.. you may or may not take time to read through it, disagree, agree, scroll through until you see something of other interest. Whatever you choose to do... you did. And i'm so happy for you and glad you did. In all honestly, i'm not looking for anything more or less. This blog was designed to keep myself sane and give me a place to spill and unload my thoughts. As a writer... opinions matter just as little as they do much. For some of you, you leave comments, some choose to rate and some choose not to choose and enjoy a pleasant read. Its so strange to think that for so long i've been the viewer and watchful eyes of
my inspiration. I always wanted and wished they would communicate more to their viewers. So here i am doing this for you.

So here's the thing....

I've found that my present now is always shaping into a past then. A time and a place where my life has been momentarily paused and heart was left. I can never just let go of anything and move on... It always seems like, if i hold on... maybe it was real or maybe there's that romantic chance that i'll get it back. Or some hollywood moment might come of it and i'll be happy. Moments and memories i hold onto... emotions i allow to erode and consume me. I love and feel stronger and deeper then most and because of it... i'm a continuous whirl wind of heartache. Sometimes i feel that with each day, i need to act and react to the most extreme and free spirited way. More so because that's who i am.. but also because i know i'll never have it again. So why not allow myself the chance to feel and make plots to ploys with ungoverned laws. Why not laugh and love so pure and freely that it flies you to vast heights. Consequentially, when all is said and done... your happy high matures into the deepest of lows. Sometimes i find myself frustrated with such an unsteady life. You could say i'm bipolar... scientifically i know that i am not. I "choose" to allow myself to feel. I choose to stay or leave. With each choice i make and do; i feel that the over looked becomes my later then regret. Does this mean i need to slow myself and take it in more. Appreciate things more....?

Nonsense. Under no such basis should i wallow in petty things. Then again, why do i lose sleep over it. Its a tattle tail mess. Sometimes i find myself in moments of the sincerest nature and force myself to remember each detail. And when its all said and done... i realize i didn't allow myself to "appreciate the moment." Where then, the left over feelings and emotions and memories may or may not have lingered. Ripen sweeter, given with time... a reminisce of a once was. Something i could sip my tea to while rocking gingerly in a chair. So where is the line drawn.

Are these the precious moments they speak of...? In regards to life. Precious moments where they only happen once and the produced memories are all you have left. A hollow, left over kind of feel. At its concluded end... its just gone. And the loneliness sets in again. Heart ache has left me so terribly worn... I just want consistency. That's all...

Down on Wilson.

Well I’ll be,
That doll’s the bee’s knees,
Giving me the heebie jeebies.
A torch I might be carrying.
Got me going goofy.
A stuck on kind of feel.
Ain’t got a clam,
Bum off any bimbo.
As long as she’s got IT for me.
She’s keen on the level,
A hotsy-totsy,
Moving fingers on keys,
She’s the cat’s meow…
Down on Wilson St.
She don’t take no,
Wooden nickels.
She’s a radical sensation
motion picture baby.