Take Advantage

I suffer through,
as those of me who do,
to make a mark
upon a heart
so beautifully true.

But fate belies that
the heart of ten million
could not realize,
these desperate claims
I struggle to.

Oh round and wondrous muscle!
Give me peace at last.
Do not let the pain of the past
block my desire,
It's unsteady so fast!

I say no
let them go,
and then my heart dies
when I see them love another.

How I wish my discipline was different.
My judgment not so clouded.
My heart would be sturdy and ripe.
My desire never unfounded.

You cannot expect my head to go blind,
when another woman comes to mind,
it eats slowly away
at my irrational fears.
Till they come to fruition
as endless dusty tears.

Love is not something I find
I can deal with at the moment,
but any affection I do pay you dear,
will go completely unnoticed.

The Mark

We're drawn down a road we cannot escape from.
With the greatest of intentions,
the greatest of heads
decide the rights and wrongs of all mankind.
The earthly ones, that is.
The medium is the music
the intention is power.
They take from us
that peace of mind we so desire for ourselves.
Everyone knows the story
we are getting taken
without the sight to see.
The oldest story in time
the war of right and wrong.
They degrade us
convince us we are nothing,
subliminally.
The uprising is inevitable.
Our fate is sealed,
allowing ourselves to carry
the yokes of our own demise.
We've been beaten down for resisting.
They crown their kings of TV
and princes of music,
the piper seduces us
and the marionettes dance for us.
This NWO I've heard of
unites us,
incites us
to obey far and wide
the order that has been given to us.
OBEY, SERVANTS!
They deprive us of all the
liberties we gave away slowly,
without a fight.

Better Than a Party

With imagination,
you can make your body glow.
Your legs move smoothly with the speed
of break beat technology.
Every joint
is a pivot point.
Life is best understood
after you've done your body good.
So fast are these times
when it hits you,
it's gone by.
But every second counts
in the world of the wild;
where music is the only sound you hear,
and the only thing you see
is its multicolored veneer.
I don't need anything but this.
The light and the noise
fuel my body,
give me poise,
an inspiration I never had
in the totality of day.
Come with me to the false lights,
and electrical sound waves.

Ego

me em
I could do this with you
uoy htiw siht od dluoc I
and somehow make it by
yb ti ekam wohemos dna
we see,
em fo owt eht
with massive ytiralc
our udneittiendu being
divided but wh0le.
I know myself as I understand me
and loving my own profundity.
!ees nac I
...eb ot lufituaeb os
I sigh with me.

The Blindfold

This blindfold,
wrapped around my skull.
Taking away my sight in duality.
the same place,
the same house
in which I was taken furtively,
pushed past my knees
in almighty burglary.
I come back here
suspend my drunken skeleton
and feel my way through the darkness of doubt.
The senses heave and sigh
and slip through the reluctance of sight.
You two, the two for the win.
the same two that protected my sanity
when it was about to cave in.
So dark are my intentions,
it seems to have twisted me,
turned me into a beastly being.
I'm looking for illuminating sensuality,
but instead find guiltless infidelity.
Yet, I proceed shamelessly.
Watch your husband fuck me,
make me feel guilty,
even though your denial treats
you to a pleasure of losing stability.
The body you want to be,
imagine you could take from me,
so your husband would have no need.
I rise above this mentality,
for I'm aware I'm axillary,
my body being temporary.
I moan satisfactorily,
in the darkness of the moist blindfold.

Nostalgia

Let us be the say all
the be all
the see all of ourselves,
with a sort of translucent might.
The past holds up spectacularly,
idiosyncrasies our mind left behind.
we twisted and turned with doubt
at our heedless failings,
yet the failings have not failed me.
They, representing,
a greater piece of being
a sword in consciousness,
made from all the crystallization
of cognitive recognition,
and countless mistakes.
These mistakes are used to battle
greater losses, and ignore
the pain of our precipitated past.
I do not carry these
as a burden, outweighing my body,
but as a box which my
mind decides to open at
any given situation.

Restricted Desire

Roundabout
My hips have become weapons
and so massively intimidating.
Why such a stare my darling?
Do you remember the plump personification
I used to be,
hidden behind the amazon you now see?
Silly!
I thought the years might have
changed your perspective,
perhaps not without a fight from you.
These hips I do now own;
own your eyes in sensual abandon.
These legs you touched,
with dark, maladjusted sensuality,
have slipped your callous fingers
and have slighted your twisted intentions.
I have become such a beautiful thing.
Some ONE you cannot have,
maybe you didn't need,
yet you tried to leash.
None of your chains can bind me.
I have become something better.
something with will power,
as I always hoped to be.
You have my sentimentality,
it is all you will receive.
Everything else is free,
but please,
tempt my seasoned body,
with your immediate jealousy.
Every man in me, took something,
furtively,
held in the fruitful imaginations
of their boyish beings.
And yes, you; most of all,
wanted to be,
inside me.

Where I live

time moves slow, as seen in rational light,
But the existence of space is inevitably engraved in our shallow first sight.
This sight allows most of our decisions to be immediate,
Disregarding the secondary consequences.
I see this time as my life,
A life which ought to exist in the spherical conundrum of infinite memory.
The love which binds me to outward consciousness will never be wasted.
Never be wasted.
It would shame me to waste it.
I find through illumnation,
Addiction to the reality of these concepts is irresistible.
I wish to delay the hurried existence of the initial for a little while longer,
So i may bask in the tender sentiment of a moments passing.