Live, Love, Be, Belive.

Solvent
So blind to the influences I create, sometimes I need to remember how I seem.
Can I blame people for taking a likening, I feel uncomfortable in the backwards setting. Outsiders loath the attention, but truth be known I wish to dismiss such factions.
Forgetting some of the most basic rules I?ve decided about nature?s law.
Things seem on the up. It?s more of a conditional response. Often they always are.
There is no questioning.

4x6
I miss my babe more than the stars miss a full moon sky
Can?t help but blame for all the ugliness felt inside
My words mean nothing, and my actions do no speaking
Still I try
Can?t you see
Can?t you see
Worlds passing slow and life?s brutish.
Dealing with Respect, how problematic
Life?s beloved admiration works, only if you let it
Can?t you see
Can?t you see
Still I ?

"maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy,
it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.
i call them bodies but, they are attentive too,
i feel the social glare i feel the attitude."

Can i Cut it?
I look forward to the beloved smile, yet I?m hunted by its innocent beauty that I destroyed, one so stamped out and corrupted in ways of life . Am I so wrong to loath my own well being? I wish to be torched and slain in a most gruesome ways. I think nothing of actions that would cause me scars. One more mark to show my punishment, one more self inflected bruise to add to my remorse. My body?s a canvas, on which I can paint the pains of my sorrow. May I become as ugly on the outside as I feel within.
?Lick the blade one more time.?

"And the burden of the LORD shall ye mention no more: for every man's word shall be his burden; for ye have perverted the words of the living God."

Pin cushion
Sometimes I just want to go into a comma, turn it all off, sounds, lights, and most importantly shut off the mind. Stop internal dialogue that?s always wrong. Kill intuition, stop acting in any form of a rational manner. Just stop the world. Let all things pass me by. My existence brings joy, and yet perpetuates pain.

Am I only needed so I can be Hated?

Eating Pattern
Walls up high, ends life, and kills laughter. Damn the anger, and bless the ignorance. Can we live for ever? Help those needy, and define morality. Stop the bricks.

Pastels at dusk make for the scarlet fade.
A Mask of night, acts for the blind road.
What covers the boy?

Natural Weapons
Time out form false games of oppression, Time off from the weeks of obsession. I relies what I?ve been hating, and now relies all the lies I?ve been making; only the truth keeps me waiting. Waiting for sounds too come back into my vision, waiting to move back into a clearer division, I mark myself now with clear precision, and still wait for a decision. Forgotten lust makes a false demeanor, lack of skill beats at the heart for a firm believer; still I keep the thoughts of a dreamer, and release the mind to the proper receiver. Why must I decide a long term fate, when I can?t decide a decent rate? Because I love her.