Just a Glimpse

The night is condemned. Strands of silver lined smoke whisper through the neon lasers. Bored at a table with nothing to do but watch. most make fools of themselves which is entertaining for a while. Too much time and not enough excitement we get up to leave and squeeze through a crowded walkway as legs pass bye me and i turn. You turn and your eyes intensify as they draw mine in, becoming as captivated as you. A grin subconsciously creeps across your soft cheek and the bass drops as a surge rushes over me rejuvenating me by the simple pleasure of acknowledging your presence. I'm confused by beauty and attention. Maybe every once in a while, there is no catch.
Personification of a dream

all day

i like sports and cartoons. not just random cartoons or sports, but the ones with passion, danger and excitement. like transformers, ninja turtles and batman. football, basketball and hockey. animal movies like black beauty, wild hearts can't be broken, fievel goes west, and the rescuers down under. airbud is gay. i like to sing, but don't listen. i like smooth surfaces, i feel like im moving faster. i HATE cracks. i like girls who know how to walk in heels, and i hate those midhigh heels. dumb, go big or go home. i like an innocent girl with bad tendencies, it like finding a kid with melted popsicle all over him cute, but not a kid with melted shit all over him. i like sand castles but not sand. i like speed and adrenaline. i think i can survive most anything for some dumb reason. i like american stuff. 4th of july, blowing stuff up, being competitive, drunk dancing, the wave at football stadiums, cowboy boots. i can't help dreaming of falling in love then shying away from every beautiful girl that walks bye. water balloons are great. i don't like sleeping, somewhere theres something going on that im missing. tree forts never go out of style. im drawn to new york city and montana at the same time. restlessness, slowing down, boredom drive me crazy. im a man with a plan. the plan is dont stop til i drop

Danger: Flamming Balls

Lets say you live in a neighborhood left over from former war vets and their families, white America, do it yourself, know it all, no law needed stronghold of handymen NRA loving families called Cutler Ridge. Now lets say you have an amazing imagination in accordance with a sense of humor and a delinquent younger brother. Clearly that combination is going to eventually dress up at night as Batman and Robin with a friend dressed in a banana suit filming as they bomb mailboxes of families they don't like with illegally bought and made mortars. Catastrophic results for those front yards; a couple craters, burning lawns and beautiful displays of 4th of july majesty roaring into the starlit sky as they book it down the back-roads to the next victims on the hit list. Must be fun growing up in the Ridge.

in the end

the best of you becomes the worst of me. i chase a desire of wanting to be everything you are to me. an impossible task of imitating beauty just being, an awkward strange doubt in myself turning me inside out you are the kryptonite eating away at my soul theres no cure for. i was never a part of your past all i want is your future but im thwarted by here and now. every excitement is stolen from its innocence and rarity by tainted worries of entrapment. perfection is your weakness i hate you for. all of your downfalls sparkle in the eye of my love preventing me from walking away from guaranteed heartache and heartbreak. its a perfect picture with singed edges from a fire we werent responsible for. all i can do now is burn. how does a crippled man walk away?

a fight for love

the distinct physicalities of my verbal brutalities have pushed my deepest desires near hells burning fires. with a chance of losing it all from my very own bruising claims i cannot stand to be weighed down by my self made shackling chains. i am rising from the ashes lik a phoenix with lashes; the scars of survival from a punishing rival. a changed man now and nothing else will matter, the love of my life i will never let be battered; by me, by she, by they, by it, ive returned to the heavens and as a guardian i sit. weep not for now we are stronger, the pain past felt shall exist no longer. a sad tale of the misery this brought, but a truly happy ending to those who stayed and fought. we will love eachother with our hair turning gray, closer than ever untill the end of our days. we now reap the lovers benefits others have just missed, when you draw your guns i'll draw my wits.

circles

what is it to live amongst your dreams; how does one seek the means in which the dreams seems to end; are we then just to pretend of what may or may not be important ; must we import then a feeling of love, healing the glove our life hides in; now set free, our hearts glide in an insatiable tendency of unsustainable cycles which we cannot see; for it truly cannot be how we wish to be

stand alone

cyntrifical forces causin divorces ripin apart the love and marriage my lifes like cinderellas carriage at the stroke of midnight a never ending fight always transforming with no sign of warning and to my heart its brutality living on the edge of fatality uncertainty happens to be my only certainty i can never see the end i just take what i got and extend a seemingly divine wisdom add to it my mind and then some til i come to my conclusion that im stuck in seclusion you cant relate don't tell me you know this aint a motherfuckin debate shit aint great so fuck you and your philosophies thats the shit that ends up costing me as if i aint my own worst enemy God decides on sendin me some heavenly escort aka your advices that lock down my life in vices with ur controlling little devices til im constricted and suffocated and i decide to allocate the state im in back to you like the bird flu sweeping asia i will play ya til swat comes to get me standin over ur corpse. habeas corpus bitch.