Letting Go

These tears never end, once again, something left to amend, that is far beneath the bends. So selfish of me, they where your tendencies, that brought the harmonious agony.

It tears deep inside, so take your hypercritical pride, and put it aside, just try. You have to commit, your so loosely knit, too worried about matching wits.

That was some sin, deposing of my next of kin, and now it burns deep within. We should start again, remember when, we were just friends, seemed easy then.

We were always on the verge, just wanting to be heard, now its about to be served, between us, this misguided trust, watch love turn to rust.

It started with a beat, that moved more than our feet, it felt so unique. Now I've become meek, so weak, I shall inherit the earth, I had to let go of a new birth.

This flight has finally lost all control, leaving my soul to take the toll, but who you are, shouts so loud in my face, but I am too proud to leave this place.

And I hear a voice call my name, it's hard for me to refrain, from breaking your picture frame. You know I hate to play this game, I wish you had some type of shame, to bare. Little spared, I guess you never really cared, now my hate glares off me, making everything I do so obsolete.

It is the screaming of hateful things and all the obscene, but in my dreams we're finally at peace. Then I realize I am just asleep, seems I'm stuck on this plain, and if it's all same, I put no aim on the blame.

Dissolve

It is always hard to begin if life is not beautiful without pain
But then I would never want to see beauty again
I’m between a bullet and target watching the confusion of
Anything that keeps us together seeming to fall apart
Life just gives one chance to make it right
Leaving it ten out of ten times that I find no resolution
But if you go straight long enough you still end up exactly here
Making our voices shake hands with doubt inside
Now the days get longer I still haven’t gotten to where I want
I tried to sit and think a spell, I had to sit and think awhile
Well that is this and this comes back I told you what you want
But it is never much fun to pick up the pieces
So where were you when the ocean met the sky

The Thought Process

A trilogy of broken wings leading to the semantics of lost dreams that kept looking for a piece of mind with no gain left to find then soon enough thoughts became dry even with writers block I tried to forget memories that are replayed in my head making this chemistry delayed to the perception beyond your reality sorry it is my third eye thats meant for duality though it's in my subconscious level buried under all the debris laying next to my own devil.