I lost my brother

In the shadows of life

False evidence appearing real

In the junk of materialism 

In what is in my so called morals,

I am embarrassed to even speak

Of my family in what I see

I turn the other cheek

I am burned by the sun.

Pride is what makes a man weak.

And your word is more 

Than what money can offer.

And respect is 

what makes a man 

Stand upright.

In USA

Where I was born

Even your own 

Can turn on you.

You're not smart

When everyone 

Else doesn't think

You're smart.

Nobody really leaves

When s/he is in your mind

Or your heart

Or here right now.

Nobody really leaves.

They are just here

To teach you who you are

And we all change

And inspired

And walk out the same door

Especially in this day and age

Ignorance is a choice

How high what floor we see in our tower

Is how far we have to fall back down

To start over again 

I told myself one time

No matter how painful it is

To get to my will

It is only that much more worth it

To just get there and finish.

Maybe that's why people visualize

Everyone they know watching them fall

When we lie to rest 

Maker

I fell in love with a memory,

And even those things change.

Unless you they come out your mouth

The time they ought to be expressed.

Or they come out deranged and retarded

Headed south, to where all the failed

First impressions go. With all the okcupid dates.

With all the ones bottled up and shy

And the ones who open up the wrong bottles

And the ones who would rather die 

Because mustering up the courage

Isn't in their blood. 

Something to live for.

Something to breathe for.

Something to stand up for.

Something to think about 

It's not expensive if it is your passion

Art is always an adventure

When you have the right tools

Like you can't wait to wake up

To await what is brought before you

Who do you say I am Infinity fool 

Like jumping into action 

Giving my soul to the universe

Into the minds of future leaders

5/18/15

What does it feel like to die?

If pain is only a reminder that you're alive.

I bet only when it starts to get serious,

when there's no choice to question why.

I got only so far being fearless, 

My foolish focus -

Was my profound

Reality,

in my hands.

@aeonovthinewill

Hawthorne Blvd

I like these rainy days,

& the starry nights,

With the falling stars.

Blurry neon traffic lights.

Long walks to ice cream

We've all seen

The same moon 

chasing the same dream

For all the woes in the world

Shall be dealt with tomorrow

I'm told.

There is no try

I've been there.

Set life to 

black and white.

It's all on me.

If we play 

A game

You'll be

The good guy

And I'll be

The bad guy.

I don't explain

Myself when I 

Fail.

11pm

Dear Art,

It is only in your profound beauty can

You express my sorrows in such an

Eleoquent way. That could only remind

Such a person that they are sane. And

As I get older, life gets harder and harder that sometimes just believing in you reminds me of the good old days. 

Happy/not Happy

Yesterday's rain were Gods tears,

Kept the free ones up like espresso, 

felt like a blisters forced out,

With nothing but an imprint,

From the world off your shoulders.

I disowned my own blood.

What A terrible feeling,

To learn how to Love,

Except how to break up.

A lonely drive with no music on.

Is how I feel everyday.

Deciphering

It felt like Christmas 

Waiting for my food

At an evening diner

Looking out the window

Street lights gleaming

Homeless pretending

To be eating. 

For the water

From somewhere not here

To being alive 

Something the rich

Are always searching for 

I'll eat anything

And I felt a certain way

Keeping myself from

Doing things made me

Feel bad

It's Christmas 

And I got nothing 

So I decided to

Do everything 

Until there is nothing

Left to feel

Unlike life

Open your mouth

But don't tell them 

Your goals

If you want to eat.

Jameson

Liquid Amber spirit flowing

Within thy veins

Used for courage

And wounds

For the unbeatable odds

In the vibration Ov her presence

Among the room

And unwrongly drift of rhythm

Something more terrible than droplet skies

Without a jacket 

Without time 

I remember what my brother told me

When I looked in his eyes

Was that when someone has

Too much time

They tend to waste time