For reasons I think, of insecurity and sheer paranoia, I have come to the conclusion that so in forth: you are in pitty of me. Things come clear in the head of disortence. I feel the aggression and barrier and feel the force pushing away at me. You're conclusive reaction to all words and actions from my part are reactions in the negative fashion. You don't emote the true nature of any word. But, in each sentece and each deep cut of ignorance towards me burns at the white hot intensity of a iron pike stabbing my heart. You ignore and turn your ear to hear a friend, a true campanion. Leaving me talking to my soul. Walk away and ignore my touch. As I slowly implode inside. We had moments, but all hollow and staged to make me look the fool. I looked in the pools of your eyes and found my heart, but as you stared back, I could see the desperate-ness to retain a distance. Your cold responses sting the ears and batter the brain as I slowly analyze the circumstances. I ponder in the nights, as your image haunts my mind. Leave, and never return, I'd rather suffer alone than with cold hollow love.

Enter

The words bleed
The words need.
Ever growing
Ever seeing.
The change of life
And the advance of state
Feel the emotions fly
As you dive in
Endless rain
Drips through the hat
A fireplace glows
In the dead of night
Fight the fight
In words
Those who don’t understand
Will always comprehend
The stone floor
The bombed steeple
The death of many
From the sky
Predict the lovers
No not the games
Cry, the open door
See the idea
Burn the eyes
In the words
No not why.

Behold, the great kittens from space have blessed the milk cartons of yore. Off we go into feather-man, the couch and lamps dance to the song styling of pizza boxes. Eat the spoons, and the sprinklers smell like fish bowls. Banana juice doesn’t agree with company certified insanomatic hot sauce. Test the pastor for his guillotine hearing feet. The French had it right; don’t stick to the tops of peanut jars. Why does it smell like antelope urine in my brain? For I am the universe, and you are a peasant monkey. Worship the process of making sweet, sweet orangutan rings. Feel the conservative flow of my snow blowing bottled cursive writing. Do you hear that? That’s the wind sniffing the earth marbles. Feast my kings upon the northern binoculars.

The first post of hopefully many; this blog will serve as a point of deep thoughts and many rants. Enjoy as the world opens and your brain explodes with pleasure. No one is safe, no one’s ideals and no one’s integrity. Once and forever more… enjoy.