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.

11/29/11-11.30.11

Lost things, in a clean room.
In return, forgotten memories reappear before my eyes.
Overwhelmed by. Thoughts, or the cling of coffee.
Good times.
Simplicity. to be glad to have a bed!!!
everytime I need to come back to you.
Away from a scary reality. Outside they scream the first amendment,
but reminding myself the third.
I can't say thanks. Because we do not understand each other.
Polar opposites, inbetween stands
"I". and "don't"; and "no".
Forgotten to be written in books,
or on the internet,
by people who were born before I,
let them live in my insipiration, 
by living the moment and sharing the air .
Divination like love it bewares
a fire. Flame. Energy, in the game is not lost or transformed by definition,
somewhere else it has been gained,
plane jane, playin along the words,
freedom flying birds the prey is
inside a bigger brain,
until fate recognizes balance. I can't say thanks

sunny everyday in california

inside my mind, a universe infinite unable to be defined, because
of the everchanging kind. we call ourselves individuals,
in the residual habitual ego, we face in the wilderness country
I have been born into. let who do that to go where I go
through who no clue but to find out to know
where others have been through, outside sick its cold coughing
people with flu whatchugonna do when they beat you.
opposites attract because they are the same too. words are
powerful when you use them to assist you.