dreaming again

Like a dream I am comfortable to see you
yet again as I begin to know you too well
I'm getting blown away into reality
only in a moment where I can get my point across
and the time of rest we had felt like intimacy
for they were only pieces of lost memory
it is something one couldn't dwell
upon the merky depths we have
and romanticize about until we come to our senses
don't tell me what to do!
or tell me what to believe in!
why dont you
tell me again what not to believe in!
it's only a dream and I can't go back.
like life it will never be the same.
one slow and one fast forward game
endless endless refrain.

AGinETyST

I believe what I did was sincere. I was truthful about the situation that happened and that is all that matters to me. Because I have nothing to hide and that is what makes me calm. Try and stress me with your lies because it wont work. I know who I am, and for those who seek truth look me in the eyes.

With Out Warning.

Remembering a scent ov a dying rose
Like love it comes and goes
life lets energy turn into something else
beauty never truly fades away in memory
nothing lasts forever unless you cherrish a moment
all I know is that forever means from right now
to 5 minutes, to 5 hours, tomorrow, 5 years from now, etc...

destine

I told my first college oil painting teacher Robert Kobashi before he retired that I would die an artist. How hard it is to die when you survive each day. Forgetting what it means to stop, a promise to keep. who knows what life may bring. These are the things everybody endures. I am growing up now, time is running out and decisions need to be made. I seen in his eyes that he was tired. Sometimes I feel tired. Even when I'm tired whatever excuse there is, there must be time to not believe in it.

A man knows what he's doing

Learned response
on floor falling coins
to be picked up no time
or Tossed?
penny smart
dollar short
are the things in life
i must retort
let the truth be told
brutally.
beautifully.
love must be fed
hate is love
emotions certainly cannot be forced\
i want to?
no, because I need to.
raised not to show
yet they all want to know
and things that I want grow old and blow away
or change or copied
there is alway something different today
except what i write
something I dare might echo forever
and fuck myself in the long run.

running away

Running away from chance
A fog of love
Was from When
it meant something
We do
anything
except give up
my love
poor love
gave up on me.