Worries

Stagnant nights while striving forward. Encountered by all attempting to push the envelope of their potential, they are conquered by few, and become a lifestyle for others; an everlasting cycle of inactivity. Never until I wrote this piece, had I noticed the spiral of footsteps that went on for miles through the sands of time. Ironically, those who look from afar only see a masterpiece in progress, and will anxiously wait for the brushstrokes to reach a finish. Who am I to determine taste in arts? What responsibilities do I have entertain ever watchful eyes? I determine it all. I hold it all. Eventually, my legs will grow weak, although my mind has become stronger. I think its time to garner a more linear approach to mural everyone is watching. For my satisfaction. For my safety.

...be careful and know that u can not do all things or be all things to all people. -Ms. D

Writen 12/11/2010

A victim of my eyes, enamored in design

Adore the aesthetic but never felt I could create it

So I choose to sell it

Intellectual property to physical real estate

Can you call that creative?

Can you say that I made it if I ain't makin'

What I'm achin' to squeeze out in little Dayton?

Dammit its so evasive,

We steadily erasin', what could be the perfect sketch

But it'll never be complete so we just say its time wasted.

Give everything a facelift

We fear to be complacent

Silence and empty space---the "peace", I can't take it.

You love it, but I hate it, therefore I try to escape it,

But at night when I'm awake, I can hear it through the pages

Singing sorrowful songs that we'll replay for the ages

The night is so dead please,

Will somebody scream?

I feel so awake cause, everybody dreams

I get on my knees and, pray my soul to keep

Wishin' I could join you, in a simple night's sleep

Ms. Parker.

I could make this very difficult and lengthy in explanation, but for once, I'll choose not to. People inspire me all the time. From the way they look, to their emotional rollercoasters, I admire the muse created in the form of human nature.

Every now and then, there comes a figure that stands out from the rest. In this case, a woman whose desires are of her own necessity, with the ambition to zealously pursue them, and a physique that will seduce any force that may be obstructing her and the summit of her potential. Fine. Intelligent. Relevant. The modern days of time have been unsuccessful at penetrating her old soul and classic moral values, yet her thought process is of the most contemporary style. She is one in a million. Everyday might not be her best on the catwalk, but she brings avant garde presence to the most tattered garments. Fresh. Fashionable. Mannerable. She can have the softness of a southern belle, or the tenacity of a corporate executive, all depending on the type of day. Versatile. Powerful. WANTED.

Now, I just have to approach her...

8/19/2010 (1:52 PM)

There exists a beautiful being that doesn't know that I want her
My heart beats like feet to street whenever she dances around corners
Even her silence speaks to me...
Sugar is spice if she is sweet...
I've only come by her recently...
But I wish I had known her longer

Or better it be our time as short, giving me more minutes to listen
About her job as a culinary, subsidiary in Mama's kitchen
And how it prevails whenever compared to being paid for burger flippin
They get on her nerves,
But she never deters,
Cause she prefers focusing on the mission

Said she was savin, while she slavin, for a car
So she can drive to school and hopefully one day pass that bar
And I'll tell her I've never been one to care for society calls its laws,
And suggest she take my hand to gravitate gracefully toward the stars
And let those stars we travel to revolve around one day having a sun,
Who snickers and smiles across milky ways
With twinkling eyes that see better days

I say...
So much in clue, because when I see you...
I see the world,
That we built up from inception and rule over with you here as my girl
I know it sounds unreal, like red and blue pills in a hand unfurled
But reality could be tongue in cheek, if only I could speak...to you...

We could have conversations and laugh in elation, when you reveal, that you were feeling me too...

The gentleman will finally win, his leading lady. Maybe. Just maybe...

Inferno.

There are somethings in life that you just can't go into detail about. The intricacy of their nature and the complexity of the problems that they may cause, are just too grave to bring to the light.

The feelings of man act as one of our greatest assets...and one of our biggest flaws. Emotionally connecting with someone can last a lifetime. Even as we evolve as individuals, the feelings and sentiment that we share for certain people and experiences that have transpired in our lives, seem to outlast the forces around us. They can weigh on us for as long as we let them, but it always seems like the greatest feelings often carry the heaviest load. Somethings you just can not let go of, even if they burn through our hearts and cause incorrigible scars, the pleasant aspects makes it feel as if it/they were worth the pain. We act blindly with the very tool we use for judgment.

Making things known made your mind wander where it shouldn't be. Good moral fiber saved us from wretched decisions. Its been a long while since I penned this, and things have lifted off my conscience...but if I was anybody else...

inspired by wrongdoing.

Gettin those burdens off my heart was so stressful

But when I did that, it wasn't her I was next to

Do whatever I can to make it feel like God bless you,

Because it seems to me, you are a woman that's special

Excessive attention, honorable mentions

throughout the day for the contact that kept my world spinnin'

...it sounds good...

But it ain't right,

Expressing how much love is between us on late nights

Attempt to mask all of it with a friendly plight

But our little temptation is rapidly reaching fate's height...

The feeling of exposed skin ignites forbidden flames of passion

Nibbled lobes and soft moans don't seem to question what has happened

You dig your nails deeper into my back with every stroke

Lower lips spouting tears losing their will to cope...

The pain from such a coquettish rain leaves you estranged,

Satisfied, but unsettled that your world won't be the same...

Your eyes lower themselves into such a primal gaze

Hunger for an encore performance turns into primal rage

Breaking free from that picket fence that you once called a cage

Enter seduction like a harlot on the main stage

Your innermost secrets turned outcries

Subconscious visions undergo inception on the uprise

How does it feel to know that, to stop, we haven't tried,

and after this we have to live our lives like we haven't lied?

We DON'T entertain these thoughts cause ignorance is bliss,

And that warm smile of yours widens after every kiss

Heavy breaths of relief are the only things that leave our lips,

as we lay in disarray and I slowly caress your hips...

This runs through my mind every time you send me lines from those walls in which you are confined...

A happy home, that's not my own.