Priceless Legacy

Friday, September 13, 2013

Forgotten

Only on nights like this will the urge become unbearable, yet bearable.

I have no choice.

I will act as if we never happened.

As if it didn’t matter.

Like the passion wasn't there.

As if you didn’t feel it.

As if you didn’t see how obvious it was.

Only on nights like this do I get angry, and dragged deeper into this darkness that I’ve created myself.

But these feelings aren't gone, only hidden.

Like it never f*cking happened.

Like I hated the sex.

Like it was nothing to me.

Only on nights like this will I make up these reasons for our separation, while totally acknowledging our connection.

I’ll act like you never existed.

Like I never had you.

You are no longer.

You are nothing to me.

On nights like this, you are forgotten.

Monster

Eating away at hearts.

Leaving no trace of happiness.

Shifting from smiles to hidden frowns,

When no one is around…

Suited up with an armor of anger.

How sad it must be?

Death threats in silence.

Piercing eyes of envy.

Pretending to be what is not.

Forgetting what was intended.

Burning all moments of sanity.

Still, leaving nothing to strive.

Just a cluster of unfortunate moments.

When no one is around…

Dressed in authority. Dyed a color of hate.

How sad you must feel?

Speak up.

Interrupt, with screams of knowing.

Peirce through this armor of hatred with weapons of love for ones self.

Forget what was & create what must be.

Simmer in chaos willingly. Find the beauty.

Leave this creature behind.

Make all moments yours.

Wear confidence like it has always been there.

Leave no traces of this monster called jealousy.

Sober

Visions so clear the view itself is addictive.

High times passing as I stand on this highway of reality.

Emotions cutting like freshly sharpened blades of awareness.

Awkward, but motivating.

Surprising yet enchanting.

Boosting my ego like a million dollar compliment of my God given talent.

Mind over matter, and when all has left…

…there is thought.

Clearly, this is sober at its best.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Passion

How dare some people!

Talking about passion as if it were worthless.

Spitting distasteful words at it as if it were nothing!

How dare they misuse its beauty!

Shuffling it like a deck of cards.

Tossing it like filthy currency.

Giving it no freedom.

No room to develop.

Snatching it from its roots and bleeding it dry.

Leaving only shells of what could have been true peace and achievement.

How dare they use passion in such a way!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Until You Reach Perfection

I can imagine you standing tall, head tilted towards the sky, and eyes piercing the clouds.

Embracing appreciation for your own life.

Mentally rewarding yourself with peace of mind.

Making the time now and showing off how well you can detach.

Separating all mistakes, circumstances, and pure stupidity to better yourself...

...eliminating all that may slow you down.

Taking credit for what you have completed, while never forgetting your purpose.

You are incredible.

And when others' opinions no longer matter...

...you will finally realize you have reached perfection.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Intimacy

Some use sexual intimacy as an ego booster.

A reason to make or break someone or many.

Using this power to guide them instead of embracing the moment, and total beauty of the act itself.

Forgetting all elements that are involved and simply ignoring the purpose.

Throwing trash in the treasure chest of satisfaction.

Implanting, programming, and forcing distasteful misunderstandings while ruining all reasons for enjoyment.

Commercializing pleasure as if it could truly be achieved by all who dares to try.

Cheapening the art of creative motion.

Overlooking passion and fooling the rookies.

Filtering out all professional lovers and leaving the rest to question...

...where is the intimacy?

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