Truthful emotions

Love... will leave you alone and lonely. .. leave you dumb founded. Surrounded with a feeling You rarely experience and prior obligations that hinder them. But its love.... you'll always remember when seeing them was enough to make you feel as though you've reached your highest accomplishment, leaving them only produces sadness to harbor in. "Could haves" to ponder on. Mixed emotions and powerful chemicals in chemistry are that bad... residue resides in You until you blow up like a meth lab.. yeah its that sad.  Passing over chances you have, passing glances for the dance of that forbidden fruit, that apple juice. The apple of my eyes necter dripping from her flower, and I devoured every sip that drips down to my lips. Lust... sometimes people confuse the two. But look at what they both can do to you. How they both can confuse you but I can't refuse to choose you due to my infatuation with your presence. .. the aftermath of your essence is like a present. And even though this gift is a blessing. .. its hardly deserving. . Partially disturbing that as busy as each day may be, I find the time for you. Even took time from my busy schedule to write this rhyme for you...

Life after death

I am mourning my ex
You're dead to me
I won't be missing

The kissing
Touching
And caressing

I will not miss
The lies
The arguing
And stressing

I will not remember
The hand holding
And the walks in the park

I will forget
All of the time that I spent...
Alone in the dark

Eyes open
Tears falling

My phone ringing
Or you calling
With the nonsense and the name calling
I will not remember falling...

For you
In you
With you

Every year on our anniversary
I will cringe
Just thinking about the atrocious...
love that would have been

And I will remember

You told me I needed you...Negatory
I hope that life after death proves you necessary
For you were merely a waste of my time
You were an illusion...A sparkle of toxic waste
A glimmer of dirt envading my eye sight

And I wont bother to put on my good black suit
And acknowledge you...
I won't even bother to remember to forget you
I simply hope you give your soul some time to sleep
With no time to decieve, creep, and cheat
To me you are mentally deceased
Rest in peace?

Whispers

Every morning before dawn
I whisper a secret in silence

I balance my tone and scream
Absolutely nothing

"..." Excuse me
Were you waiting for me to give you ammunition
So that you may riddle me with bullets of my fears
So that you may murder me by drowning me in my own tears
Do you really expect me to share my nightmares

If you do, then listen closely because.....

Every morning before dawn,
I whisper a secret in silence

It is only spoken for ears I cannot see
It is only spoken for me

When my concious becomes that word of today
I'll look your way
Ears bleeding and eyes whistling
As i'm whispering...
Are you listening?

Supreme

Economical superiority
Respect and dominance
I strike fear into the heart of the fearless
I have complete mastery over the minds
That are cocky and sublime
The ones that intertwine with the finest things
And define the times that we live in

I AM THE EPITOME OF SUPREMACY
I am able to recline, relax
And devour time, with hopeful rhymes
I am the mastermind to subordination
Barefoot on tar pavement
And I'm racing

But I don't rank in numbers
I do not rank in metals
I rank in power, leaving the inferior for dead
Choosing my moments of miraculousness
Simply for my entertainment
and your pain and suffering
But, I do thank you for trusting me

However, something has me quite disturbed
I feel as if your perception of me is absurd
How dare you have the nerve
The audacity to belittle me
I deserve the title...God

I have the characteristics, The achievments
Of authority and transcendency
I am not soul cleansing and replinishing
I am judgemental...I feed off of criticism giving by hypocrites
And poetry written by atheists
I am inconsiderate, inconsistent, and I agree to disagreeing
I can scream to the deaf, keep the Immobilized still, And keep the blind from seeing
Yet, I am not your supreme being
I simply survive by being supreme

I am me...

Alot of people judge me by appearance
But I am not that fool
For I can see the clouds clearing
before my tattoos and piercings
Until the rain starts interfering
I am not god-fearing
And even though you may not like what you are hearing
I am me

The person you always see
and percieve to be "well known"
But its hard to believe that you often agree with what you see
Or hear my dear
An fear will have you
Misunderstanding and abandoning my complexity for your simplicity
So that you may better comprehend my personality
But in all actuality you know nothing about me

How dare you try and confine me to my worries
And exclude me from the loop
Ostracize and criticize me
But you will not characterize me
And my characteristics were not meant to be placed in your category
Of trendy subliminal tortures

Please excuse my mouth when its open
For the truth of your existence I may divulge
Simply so our minds may indulge intellect
I am not here to reflect but progress in new directions
Never reluctant to regret and make corrections
For the follower is always less affectionate
Than the passionate poet who's merely overproportionate
The optimist whose extraodinarily unfortunate
And tries to smoke away the reality that they're poor as shit
But still, I am me

Your foolish rumors of numerous days has you stuck in your ways
And only proves me to be factual
I keep a calm head a content existence and I keep my thoughts rational
A disoriented Impetuous conflictual intellectual
Who sometimes second guess's my aggression with discretion
Slight obsession with imperfection
Spreading depression like an infection
I am the rebel resurrection of an insurrectionalist
Perplexed,I am a flawed perfectionist
And still, I am me.

A simple mission

I am on a mission to change and rearrange my mindset. Not my thoughts but my actions. Lashing out at my misfortune brought me a limited satisfaction. The body expresses what the mind is thinking... And if there is any doubt in your mind, it will surely be proven sooner than later. The truth is greater than any fraudulent expectations that we as a people seem to be infatuated with. You'd think the mirages were obvious. The collages of poverty painted perfectly across gray skies with blatant lies, and lives that end horribly. Surely there is a greater box outside of mines, a brighter grass to find rather than what’s just on the other side of the fence... Hence the different colors of the rainbow hints at a world of diversity… and despite the controversy of what counts as politically correct… we are still taught to respect the chains forced upon us… punished if we neglect the opinions that supposedly matter the most. The games that we play and it may sound cliché, but the hoax on our entity is simply to make the rich, richer, and keep the poor, poor. The projects are a sore site for eyes filled with wealth and selfish thoughts. People, life, death… at this point anything can be brought. There are no limitations on expectations when the tellers at the bank greet you with friendly smiles on their faces because your funds are lacing their checks and they just expect something from you. Like the women who don’t really want you but they lower themselves for ones and hundreds in exchange for fun and repugnant shit. And I was really just wondering? Can you pay to erase shame that is stained permanently to your brain because even after every one has forgotten, you still remember and tremble from mistakes in the past that offered you a better future? Just not a better title. Sitting idle… waiting for success… but all that you could offer was sex. But then again, that was all that was offered to you. That’s all that was expected of you, so instead of perfecting you, you decided to settle for stereotypical criticism but when the truth calls you always forget to listen. You always forget to envision yourself as what you choose to be. We are what we prove to be and if you refuse to see the rain behind the fire in her eyes. The sunshine. The deterioration of a nation… lives wasted from dream chasing instead of goal setting and never forgetting whats most important at the end of the day. I guess we all pay that price to live this life until we suffice. Everyone will doubt you until you show and prove exactly what it is that you are about. Never believe the hype and demolish strife with progress. Instead of projects. Because projects are nothing more than plans to achieve a goal, and progress is moving toward that destination. And if you cant decipher the difference between these locations then don’t feel vain… This is probably about you. And I hope your bullet proof... Because the truth is flying from every angle... Your life is in danger... We're soon to be endangered... And I'm sure the haters are proud to see us falling off one by one.. Sleeping with a guiltless conscience because we are killing ourselves.. And each other.. And our youth... And our elders. We are demolishing a history of victory meant to be cherished humbly. Not parished and crumbling beneath our very own throwns that we can't see past whats in front of our eyes. Behind all the lies and disguises that we find behind the harsh, cold, enlightening, proven fact...  That you are how you act... And thats why I am on a mission to change and rearrange my entire mindset not my right but my actions.

Good morning beautiful...

Good morning beautiful, how did you dream my queen? I've been watching you, so peaceful and serene. I couldnt possibly be the one to intervene with you so deep into your beauty sleep, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... How did you dream my queen? Did I invade your adventures, did I take part in any of your fantasies... Do you love to dream of doing that dance with me? Do you dream of enhancing me for I am not all that you desire, or am I more than you require, give you more love than one person should acquire... Good morning beautiful, did you need me more than ever last night, were you being attacked by nightmares, I've come to fight, and after defeating the illusion dreamt by someone with a wonderfully creative imagination, I'll hold you tight, and I might even take the time out to start a conversation and ask... How did you dream my queen?I've been watching you shivering and shaking.. Plus your completely naked and I can see every inch of tension in your body, and improbably should have waken you... But I couldn't possibly be the one to intervene.. Not with you in a beauty sleep so deep. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I can't hide the extreme urge to tell you... Good morning beautiful, I missed you last night.:. And its such a site to see when your laying beside me and I have to battle my hands to not touch and love you out of your sleep, go deep underneath the sheets and greet you with... Good morning beautiful. I often wonder how you slumber, you look comfortable snuggled tight beneath the comforter... A slight glow from the window illuminates your figure and I crave to drive my fingers down your road of curves... Hopefully to reach the destination I deserve, and I will preserve every memory and moment captured between... Goodnight, and Goodmorning beautiful, how did you dream my queen?

Sincerely, Poetrii