Wednesday, March 13, 2013

help me crawl


Someone I hold close
   
      to heart told me my
   
      character contains
   
      ingredients of a quitter....
   
      I just can't tolerate my
   
      expectations not being
   
      delivered.....
   
      The base in which
   
      I stand a Leo's mind
   
      she should consider
   
      if she did she'd understand
   
      its really my desire to be
   
      crowned a winner
   
      I accept reality
   
      putting up a fight
   
      I won't consider, due
   
      to the truth told to my
   
      eye if it flows then its a
   
      river.... The fact that its
   
      not water shouldn't encourage
   
      you to reconsider our visions
   
      are all different keep from
   
      thought the identical picture
   
      And yeah... My past
   
      dims most the light
   
      towards second chances,
   
      probably shielding me from
   
      Desires of long term
   
      romances, that flaw lacks
   
      its kill I know she see's this
   
      heart still dancing loves
   
      melody she plays so well
   
      its music lends a new reason
   
      to why my heart beat advances      
           
   
      Guide me....
   
      lend your hand
   
      and allow loves
   
      paste to thicken,
   
      walk me through this
   
      world free me of all prior
   
      reatrictions, experience trained
   
      my mind it all gained off
   
      bad decisions so my sight is
   
      slightly blurred clear my
   
      lens grant me precision
   
      A finish line not
   
      obstacles usually
   
      indicates the end,    
   
      your the proof in
   
      that summoning
   
      feelings that induce
   
      that thought to bend,
   
      a new and improved
   
      me hand crafted by a
   
      friend who embraced
   
      the guidance of love
   
      help me crawl so we could
   
      stand
   
      Help me crawl
   
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love weighs


Distance in which i
   
      travel is my number
   
      one enemy, the further
   
      I seem to go the greater
   
      the strain of bearing this
   
      key
   
      Since its prior holder has
   
      returned its importance
   
      back to me, I have yet to
   
      encounter one who's
   
      capable of lending me
   
      strain relief
   
      It's will to stay still
   
      is fueled by my inability
   
      to see.... My vision shielded
   
      from love due to my distrust
   
      in the female being
   
      So my heart remains
   
      caged encouraging weight
   
      upon my key, a loveless
   
      life has been its steroid
   
      the longer I live the heavier
   
      it seems
   
      A couple came along
   
      one almost managed to
   
      detach the string but a
   
      common trait was seen
   
      which aided to the
   
      strengthening of that seam
   
      I've given up....
   
      My past struggles
   
      has seasoned my
   
      vulnerability, my search
   
      engine handicapped I know
   
      not what one in search for
   
      love should seek
   


      So I walk slow...
   
      maybe bypassing
   
      everyone who's qualified
   
      to embrace this key, because
   
      I'm lost....  I've given up,
   
      I'll just keep faith in
   
      time....she'll convince
   
      love to place its sights
   
      on me
   
      Love weighs
   
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broken tics


In preparation to
   
      recharge her pillow
   
      befriends her head,
   
      followed by her frames
   
      introduction to the bed,
   
      every time she shields
   
      her eyes her defenseless
   
      mind is fed...... Haunted by
   
      the story of how her time
   
      with love is nearly dead
   
      Her search for loves
   
      infection only lasted
   
      about six years, for
   
      two she has been bitten
   
      and that desired itch is
   
      almost clear, when she's
   
      awake this death in time
   
      she can bare, its her common
   
      need for sleep that induces
   
      life to this particular fear
   
      Dreams of her chasing
   
      a clock in attempt to
   
      reassemble crumbled
   
      care..... which registers
   
      as time wasted the pieces
   
      fade as she grows near
   
      How can she pretend
   
      her future with love is
   
      crystal clear if every time
   
      she lays to rest it all
   
      gradually disappears
   
      Broken tics
   
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ideas of forever


A journey that usually
   
      begins with an interest
   
      of gaining a "friend"...
   
      motives we keep hidden
   
      naturally conceived through
   
      first attraction
   
      dreams of exploring
   
      her world extracting the
   
      flavors she bottled within
   
      or fantasies of your skin
   
      smothered by all that was
   
      considered him
   
      Once you've been
   
      labeled "friends"
   
      mutual interest may begin
   
      to bloom.... Some which
   
      may lend you thoughts
   
      ones that suggest renting
   
      out one of your hearts empty
   
      rooms, but your desires built
   
      off first attraction keeps your
   
      focus on the start of relations
   
      rules so that room proceeds
   
      vacant leaving "time" to make
   
      its move
   
      A couple tics around
   
      that clock and time
   
      lent light to a better
   
      you.... That influenced
   
      by a bond one which titled
   
      them your boo
   
      A future now revealed
   
      one which appeared
   
      pretty cool and that
   
      space in your heart well
   
      a tenant now welcomed
   
      In that room
   
      Once the thought of
   
      love is born it may alter
   
      the way you move like
   
      its meaning fled your mind
   
      and made a living in your
   
      shoes
   
      Now your walk tamed
   
      by love placing you in
   
      a forever type of mood
   
      so the idea is put into
   
      play your left on one knee
   
      accompanied by the moon
   
      Ideas of forever
   
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promises from dedication


Success the roots
   
      to the thought of how
   
      you feel your life could
   
      be, That thought multiplied
   
      by your acquired gift which
   
      easily lends a hand.......an
   
      assist to the rapid
   
      growth of that successful
   
      tree
   
      Great fortune your
   
      forced to see a salute
   
      to that "other" guy and
   
      tv and your ears feed you
   
      feast with a menu of work
   
      hards and never sleeps    
   
      meanwhile time sells
   
      you dreams your caught
   
      waiting for your bliss to
   
      tic, eagerly watching time
   
      fly beginning to question
   
      Your faith in success like
   
      fate whispered " this isn't
   
      part of your script"
   
      So many disagreements
   
      with sleep fought through
   
      those nights so your days
   
      were stress free..... and still
   
      you can't detach anxiety even
   
      after your blessings of all
   
      the right keys
   
      A teaching from
   
      society we've learned
   
      that dedication makes
   
      one unique, providing
   
      a life of fulfillment like
   
      a delivered promise of
   
      someday you'll live
   
      your dream
   
      what if you've climbed
   
      those steps and your
   
      still not one with the
   
      sky..... I've heard the
   
      stories of it being
   
      the limit just explain why
   
      that low feels equivalent
   
      to this high
   
      Them birds that usually
   
      sored from below just seemed
   
      like a couple of spys... I'm now
   
      considered to be at the peak
   
      and still can't manage to aline
   
      with their eyes
   
      Now that tree of
   
      success is nearly
   
      grown but only produced
   
      thoughts of wasted time...
   
      because during its entire
   
      journey through life I strived
   
      for "his"  mishandling mine
   
      Success was never
   
      promised so don't allow
   
      it to influence your reasons
   
      to breathe..... Great fortune
   
      will naturally fall if you embrace
   
      the life hes placed you to
   
      receive
   
      Promises from dedication
   
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a different love


For her......
   
      my mini me, my love
   
      defines a beast...
   
      My nice the warmth
   
      of its smothering
   
      clinch, my mean
   
      untamed after it    
   
      divorced its leash
   
      For her my "sweet"
   
      may resemble a
   
      peach or my tone
   
      may mimic a mouse's
   
      squeak,  but please
   
      dont be misguided
   
      that animals fur is
   
      stationed beneath
   
      For her you can
   
      witness the screech
   
      of ones flesh playing
   
      hide and seek.... To
   
      protect my paws they
   
      eat hungry for any harm
   
      within her reach
   
      For her keeping
   
      a distance is not
   
      a need like my wild
   
      is registered as
   
      peace, but please don't
   
      be misguided 1200 pounds
   
      of pressure is still the force
   
      between my teeth
   
      For her.....
   
      The entire world resides
   
      in the palm of my hand...
   
      for her.....
   
      Lending that hand
   
      has crept into my
   
      daily plans.....
   
      For her.....
   
      On my back legs
   
      I grasped faith in
   
      that particular stand
   
      because her birth straightened
   
      my stance reassembling the
   
      definition I had registered of
   
      a man
   
      For her....
   
      my love it screams
   
      like a kettle that reached
   
      its peak, a loud similar to
   
      the clouds when mother
   
      nature influences them to
   
      speak    
   
      For her....
   
      My loves all in
   
      Like a bet absent the
   
      thought of defeat, so
   
      for her I may appear
   
      gentle but be aware
   
      she tames that beast
   
      A different love
   
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lust over love


Most women choose
   
      their fate once temptation
   
      smiles in their face... Taunting
   
      them with their desires which
   
      cripples their will to make
   
      "him" wait
   
      Clear case....
   
      On why that ring
   
      lives In her dreams....
   
      Why bless you with
   
      my time when you
   
      wasted none blessing
   
      me with the powers
   
      you held between
   
      when this is your
   
      story trust loses
   
      its means because
   
      that picture you just
   
      painted he assumes
   
      to many others have
   
      already seen
   
      Sex.... always had
   
      success at complicating
   
      things, physical expression
   
      induces confusion like its
   
      job is to mislead, lust can
   
      inspire love if it was within
   
      that mans dreams or it can
   
      be the reason he refuses
   
      to sign to that commitment
   
      team
   
      The path to his
   
      heart shouldn't be
   
      in route of your
   
      treasures, this is
   
      how you determine If
   
      his motives were fueled
   
      by pleasure,  this is how
   
      he decides if your worth
   
      his forever or if the
   
      phrase  long term keeps
   
      its definition of never
   
      casual sex is an
   
      act i will never
   
      frown upon....
   
      but I'll suggest you
   
      dress yourself
   
      appropriately if love
   
      is your desired storm
   
      Lust over love
   
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