(no subject)
It's been a while since I've written something half decent. (if you've read my postcard story, this will sound kind of familiar)
Certain nights listening to spoken sounds from open mouths with words
stinging
so
clearly.
Now hear the tasteless meanings and boundless potential that
my
heart aches with pity for.
Eyes onlooking seeking for justice- proven their unworthiness.
Being bashful, and smite the hatred and the cliches.
Sins astounding with truth mentioned, temptations refuted and condemned.
Guilty pleasures-
marked
fragile.
Contents restricted.
Latex love with Trojan men - nothing but fiction.
See through alibis that reek of violation.
Baby prodigies of peace in air-tight confinement with caked on love like the mask the
woman
in the latest issue of blender wears.
The concept of old fashion love, is way beyond our imagination.
Leaning towards motley ambiguity to fornicate.
While Guerilla warfare in Hollywood city with city lights, are lighting up the
r o m a n c e l i f e
in a sacred refinement that sisters cannot seem to see their father's face in their
recognizable disgrace,
as
they
are
becoming
of
age.
And shame spits without skipping a moment,
so build up a repetoire of notes that represent of what
l
i
f
e
i
s
without crappy invitations of tantilizing needs.
Let the remarks roll and go bug eyes for the home cries,
because con days and accurate make-believes are failures in future presentations.
Maybe someday the lack of success will suffice unlike old men's fable that were
once
real
life
stories.
And sometimes
someone
somewhere
will hear of the spoken sounds from open mouths with words
s t i n g i n g
s o
c l e a r l y
And maybe
their heart will hear and learn the tasteless meanings and boundless potential that
my heart
aches with pity for.