Fragments

From the beginning
We witnessed it all
We felt it in our core
We took it all in
We saw kindness
We were given love
We saw malevolence
We sensed anger
We disguised violence
We lived chaos
We never understood confusion
We were just not ready
Adolescent minds
Somewhere between then and now
We gained substance
Our senses grew roots
We learned astonishment
We kept vitality
Love was the constant
But in many different unexpected forms
The formula changed
Yet my recollection states it is the same
I still can't decipher the uncertainty
Perplexity never gives hope
Analysis of life gives no solace
Mistakes come to the forefront
No matter the magnitude
No matter the benevolence
It hits like a typhoon
Realization that death is not loss of body
Secluded in my thoughts
Alone with their words
Fear of being what I never wanted to be
I weep

No Truths

We never know the difference
It's all just fallacies anyway
Right or wrong
Wrong or right
We make justified decisions erroneously
We deny our self truth
We walk on the edge of radicalism 
We face our fears of truism
Only to be metaphorically slapped
Only to be denied what we think we deserve
We agree to the ideologies
But we simply don't understand
We never will
Kindness never existed
Hope was only a word
Sacrifice exist
It lingers around us
Creating connotations of grandeur
Creating falsification
Truth hiding in an upside down realm
Our existence hiding downside up
In another realm beyond truth

Awake

I awake
Not knowing what is reality
Feeling as if in a dream
Circumventing dillusions
Perspiration fleeing me like millions of refugees
I feel pain in my upper quadrant
My head spins in a downward spiral
My feet feel as if carrying 1000 burdens
My innards burn excruciatingly
My eyes are in a state of shock
There is no scent
My thoughts disappear
I'm awake

Sight

I see you from a distance
I see you up close
I see you in my dreams
I see you in my reality
I see you in the light
I see you in the darkness
I see you when I'm sad
I see you when I'm happy
I see you when I'm sober
I see you under that spell
I saw you yesterday
I see you now
I see you tomorrow
I see you everywhere
I see you as you are
I see you as you want to be
I see your goodness
I see your evil
I see your past
I see your future
I see your world
I see you.

Real World

Awake. Are you? How can you tell? Are your dreams better than real life? Do you go to bed  early or take naps just to go on a date with your sensational thoughts? In which realm do you smile more? In which reality does your better version lie? Are they the same? Be honest. The version where you create the most positive energy. The one where you live a free purposeful life. Where you laugh, he laughs, she laughs, they laugh and ultimately we laugh. When your mind is bending, do you appreciate who you are and where you are from? Start living in the real world.

Thought Of The Day

Sometimes life gives you shit, but why are you complaining? When it rains you'll have shrooms.

XXX: THE RIDE

She is innocent. Naive even. Beautiful and busty. A smile worth a million dollars in every currency. But still immune to ever having satisfaction. She thinks she has a clue. But she doesn't. She has never in her lifetime felt true bliss. She may have come close. She may have even been on a nice long ride through which vibrations were felt throughout her loins and deep inside her walls. But the game has changed. A new ride. A smooth driver. A gas tank for days. And when she rides she will feel every gear. Every stroke. And it will begin a sensational combustion that will explode her insides for an essence of time. When the ride is over the ride will begin. Bent over the gas tank. Across the La Perla leather seat. Stroke after stroke. The engine still on. An emotional roller coaster seen only through mirrors and newly polished chrome. Scream after scream. And when she got home. SHE KNEW SHE FINALLY WENT ON A RIDE.