Insight,

You want the truth about Who I am, Fine I’m Savage I don’t hold Nothing Back, I keep My Circles small so Small You’d barely See,

Because that’s who I am, I’m here and there I’m  laughing and Joking Then I’m out, Why Stick around For air as Air ain’t enough to keep a guy like me around,

No one said no one believed That one Day out of decades I’d finally become “Me”,  When I came they Question my ability They Question who I was and what I stood for,

Keep Questioning because Questions without answers is a mind blown affair, Mistreated like dipping Acid on skin which burns flesh seeps mucus that exposes raw flesh,

Like I Said I don’t Give a fuck I’ve all ready hit rock bottom before as actions drum me with Heat of problems, Not looking to go back down the ladder that’s why I’m constantly active,

When I am not I can be chilled tho my mind never shuts off I have to keep writing I have to finish the next chapter as feelings are closed off,

So I put pen to paper to express what I’m actually feeling as I find something being said by mouth doesn’t give it justification as how words hit each note of your minds wisdom,

I gotta keep coming in and out of this sync because my write flow can change at a minutes notice, Guess I’m some what of a story teller as my addicted audience love bait dangled from ink,

Insight,

You want the truth about Who I am, Fine I’m Savage I don’t hold Nothing Back, I keep My Circles small so Small You’d barely See,

Because that’s who I am, I’m here and there I’m  laughing and Joking Then I’m out, Why Stick around For air as Air ain’t enough to keep a guy like me around,

No one said no one believed That one Day out of decades I’d finally become “Me”,  When I came they Question my ability They Question who I was and what I stood for,

Keep Questioning because Questions without answers is a mind blown affair, Mistreated like dipping Acid on skin which burns flesh seeps mucus that exposes raw flesh,

Like I Said I don’t Give a fuck I’ve all ready hit rock bottom before as actions drum me with Heat of problems, Not looking to go back down the ladder that’s why I’m constantly active,

When I am not I can be chilled tho my mind never shuts off I have to keep writing I have to finish the next chapter as feelings are closed off,

So I put pen to paper to express what I’m actually feeling as I find something being said by mouth doesn’t give it justification as how words hit each note of your minds wisdom,

I gotta keep coming in and out of this sync because my write flow can change at a minutes notice, Guess I’m some what of a story teller as my addicted audience love bait dangled from ink,

Fate,

I don’t know what I’m exactly feeling but I do know I want it all I want the quite nights in with hugs and kisses,

I also want that type of adventure with her at a drop of a hat nothing as scary as indain Jones,

When I find my Queen she will know as when I look into her eyes I’ll be hypnotized with just my eyes,

I love it how a woman looks at you when she’s in love with you it’s bittersweet and for that moment time stops,

It’s like she’s looking at her favourite dessert not needing to lick her lips but damn I’d lick and kiss those lips,

As long as she can handle my advanced mind set thinking overly outta the box as I sit there and dream of dreams,

not done but there’s a possibility them dreams will be reality with time When I come down from cloud 9,

Just sit with me and read me as I read you a connection without touching that comfortable silence one can indulge in,

Is the only rhyme body vibrations cast out is a connection worth exploring,

Not knowing what will be as it leads up to the actual touching,

We don’t need scripts here as our bodies will do the talking and glide as one,

Love you,

I sound like an arrogant asshole how I come across to those that read my words as words and actions our of the same. Without meaning can truly be no reason to feelings, one can not really see nor feel, nor touch, neither sense of heaviness as soft as silk through thy fingers,
Each touch knows no bounds tho it flows to the same distance as hearts need to feed the illusion what most crave is to be loved,

I craved for it once lived each day for it smelt it tasted it and breathed it, living in a bubble nothing outside the bubble mattered just as long as the fire in our hearts carried the burning flame on.. Then it ended like most things do good and bad things end and new chapters always arise.

I prefer my own single new chapters now because love isn’t guaranteed and whilst it isn’t It’s just wasting what little time I have searching for the illusion…. So for me it’s not to be Loved or to Love whom  it’s to Love myself as thats the most definitely the realist thing you can ever do…

My last poem

I’ve known you for most of my life we both said forever,

Now in your presence I don’t know the person who stands in front of me,

We became strangers over time when we were lovers,

Hugs and kisses felt empty time and effort was never,

Why do we stay to see where we go it’s where we stay and stay we must not,

I’m tired of this thing that’s never going to let go it’s eaten at the flesh and now it won’t stop,

I know now see what it lays beneath me I see it from a distance,

Can’t get back what we had can’t move forward cause of the passed,

Tell me I’m lying even if you did, believing you would go against my belief,

Should I stop trying should I lay low should I stop caring,

Nope I can always stop trying I can never stop caring who am I fooling,

The mind can always be fooled my heart can never be,

I know now that you’ve made up your mind I can see it,

Blinded by the curtain veil that’s covered over your eyes,

There was a time long ago a time what we said meant something,

Words blown across without actions speaks volumes,

We started off as two Red roses that always blossomed,

Now we sit and watch it crumble into a dozen black roses,

Slowly ever so slow dying of thirst my rose petal shall now die alone,

Time

Hearing the dreadful news where my life will be heading without you,

I close off all emotion all being don’t know how to be, don’t know how to act,

Blossom smiles is what I remember when I saw you in the past,

Now it’s waterfall tears when the topic is brought up we can’t run nor hide,

Even tho you love me time will pass your begin to dislike me it’s inevitable now,

It’s suffocating both of us we won’t come to terms of the truth we know,

So we hang on to false hope through the year’s that were make it work,

As hope slips through are fingers like sand it’s hard to get a grip on what are future will be,

We always said we were unbreakable I guess everything can break in time,