Nothing ever came of what was cried

When there my body was covered with enough dirt to fill an empty grave.
for every tear of water from a shower a beer was drank.
Every other breath breathed was that of a cigarette.
the things I saw were, well...

well, no one likes listening. Ill just keep my mouth closed.
In a weird way, makes me feel like my father. god bless him.

In the AIr of Love

It is I who shares my bed, my life

my nature with you.

Yet there exsist more then thousands of winds between us.

how does I feel anything but critical and surrounded by
airs errors eros

Cast in shades of disparate

"Regardless of what you see or hear here. Remember someone sees and hears it in contrast."

"That can not be right, or is that the only thing that's right?"
"All these beliefs are devouring our mind"

A Man in Desires

"Hello, world? its me the old man."
"how do I commune with you?"
"It seems so hard, because im so selfish"
or is it selfless?"

The curse of the Internal Face

"Please sir, the holiday has passed, be so kind
as to remove your mask."

"I wish it were so easy, you see this mask."
"It is no more a mask."

"what do you mean sir?"

"You see, our unsightly deeds and misgivings have
cursed us, cursed us to show our true face. "
"Which is just as hideous as a grotesque mask,
but did you not notice?"
"Your face is as disgusting as ours"

" You mean to tell me, my selfishness
has manifested upon my face as well?!"

Choking the air beyond you

When your hands are hung above your neck
what is it that you wish to say?

You are unprepared for battle

you are reaching for that which is above you.

you have no reason to defend yourself

your hope is giving up.

perhaps if i was in consciousness of such things

i too would raise my defenses, my palms

Discorse in the Human Experience

The inherent quality that makes homo sapien separate
from all other species, is his (there) action of
communicating internal experience and future tense
abstract ideas to others in his species.

As a social class based on this, the biggest threat to them
is social rejection, thus he is unable to communicate
freely because being excommunicated from the social group
certainly means hard work and most likely death.

Today they are left with the duality of relying on the
community and yet awarded for there
individual qualities separating them from said group.

An organically neurosis inducing position.

Adding to the gene pool tribal tattoos and single men who
paint bluehearts on to his cat.

Communicating he has a blue heart.