waste

life is wasted on the surface.

masks worn by the characters of my story

the acts they put on are nothing short of pathetic.

apathy is not necessary when living with the blind

vision can be daunted, thoughts can be bewildered.

but with out the lies to your vision, a lie is not a lie.

apathy for the blind who dont have to see?!

im happy for the blind, oh how so free

to have never lived by a trained eye.

they see thoughts, with no chance of a lie.

the set in stone roles we have been given

the black boy steals

the white boy drives a truck

the white girl sucks dick

the blak girl is full of tude.

this material world will soon be the least of our worries.

but now its all that matters. sad.

helpless love

how helpless we are in this game;

the blind, unseen truth lies beneath.

unforshadowed and unexpected,

then hidden and suppressed

these uncontrollable feelings raging through me.

suprising it came so

but came as smooth as the sun rises.

the surest thing to be ever known

this love we have

is helpless.

a battle, of which one can seemingly not care the most

but this strategy eludes us.

for the love we have gaps vast bounds

stretches far beyond the eye could ever see

its more than mere words could ever write or speak

the memories of us so intimiate i do not even speak

i wish for the memory to be mine and only mine for me to enjoy

my helpless love.

in my room

alone in my room
i spent my childhood.

alone in my room
my imagination soared.

imagination being a vast understatement
for the validity and realness of my nightmares.


to stay happy i played.
the pictures of glorious battles were painted
by the scences and placements of my army men

the most intricate and complicated lego creations
thought up of only by a mind, beyond a mind.

i was a scared little boy.
scared most by merely my own thoughts.

alone i was, in my room.
alone is all i knew.
alone is all i remember.
alone is all i am.

liberty

poetic inverted mind



silenced by sustaining obligations.



battling the rip tides of man's doings.



swimming against the current



being different takes strength.



living in the most current state of mind


irrelevant, is the past, but where am i going?


a stoner charm with a sense that its all


bigger than me.


therefore, i am free.


lonely is the feeling and alone is the way


liberation unattainable, for the truth shall set man free.


however they remain, in the prison of their lies.


actors on a stage.