(Source: aileenohplease, via copyrighted-lovers)
Define it……
Every moment i attempt to try flashes by with lightning piercing through each rain drop
Clouds skim past my mind, asking for change with unreadable signs
Can i capture one clear definition, or will i be here exhausted until the end of recorded time
Is this craving the bending of the bars that contain insightful meaning to the blind
or rather a cage that keeps the contained from ever seeing natural light
when i wake up to the new day, i wonder if clarity is so easily defined
one day is exactly how many hours divided by God in a constant cycle refracting one powerful kiss , one at a time……one at a time…
You can understand it if you squint your eyes, ……maybe use a thesaurus to create a end game
but in reality we define ourself without limitation although limited
with sense even though nothing makes it
its a duality that i accept
its a life to live, the meaning undefined
happy ever after…..exists in texts that we create
but will we ever except if the last chapter is simple the end…
nothing beautiful wrong….and nothing amazingly right
a epiphany…..a moment ….defined.
Chapter Who
Take a peek into a present of my mind, a microcasm of words interpeted by this fine wine
to a complicated old man swing dancing in methophors dipped in black & white truth
where color imagination is shaped into so much definition that webster may have issues referencing the part after the semi colon where the sentence is supposed to reveal anything but a obscure obtuse
a scorched desert configured inbetween a 90 degree angle set in a undefined equation
tears evaporating from everything you believed was right..off a dried off pile of fly ridden shit
the resilence of humanity displayed with manipulated fame and fortune phone calls , drunk dialing gods answering machine struggling to come through clear
millions of empty booths in a line containing sentence fragments questioning a tired boy playing a form of suicide on cold concrete confused about his youth
will he live to see the next day
is he hungry despite rich people passing him seeing the imprints of his ribs through his skin?
I guess hes full of doubt, there full of nepatisms gifts
can you truly see it?
can you truly be about what im feeling?
do you have the stamina to see the destiny of a son whos father he can never truly see
blinded by characters of shakespeare all in unison that I dont quite see clear
perscribed bi focals through a sword of faith…sitting waiting for his chance to one day simply wake up from this dream state
and be…
who im supposed to be….today
past the faded guards …dont cough nor blink just pay attention for a bit
slowly walk into a place where visions disrupt your close field view
unknown pasts lives flicker ….studder …on repeat playing on monitors that leak salt into a endless pit…
I see you …i truly do…
Time is a bus we struggle to get fair for all our lives
yet it waits for no one, a disorganized tread mill to control the masses….
those with open eyes …still run into walls of pure spite
im not saying this is me…it maybe be you
this city is large only form a mind thinking smaller then the buildings that make up the view
you maybe one day can see inbeween the lines…..see why bold is a option that one may select although there not ready to here something that may be to literal for death to fear
I believe I remember it all….but of course in the end
its all about endentured servents proclaiming false freedom
but see
the master never left…he sits on the same chair just with a volunteer force killing for a paper he created value for…..in the end…the prisionor isnt contained in words..or feelings…its in the crust of society…its the birth of reality…
it all starts truly in you.
Randen fresh from the Optometrist wears prescription glasses, it’s like Clark Kent En Sap (Taken with instagram)
Sometimes it’s easy to be so complacent in our own continued success’s that you miss the small things that actually define beauty at it’s essence. So from time to time I sit down,run take a breath and address the world before me; a vacation away from ourself created bubble.
—Self
Studying on the balcony, relaxing to say the least… (Taken with instagram)
Running in peace (Taken with instagram)
Gym time with a nice view at the resort (Taken with instagram)
The On The Road Setup (Taken with instagram)
Apple’s vision for the future of computing versus Microsoft’s vision for the future of computing.
Any questions?
(via emergentfutures)
the tangibility of sorrow
tears at my infected flesh —
a liquid tourniquet to sooth
my secret cacophony
of agony within —
without remorse,
and in my death,
i am reborn a phoenix,
stronger than the caliber
measured before
to swim about the skies
as heavenly myth.
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Morning vibes (Taken with instagram)
