Time.

There is never enough time to accomplish that one simple thing. You always fall short of the goal. Time is irrelevant. Time is irresponsible. Time is.....

The Perfect Match.

You see her but don't dare to approach the shear beauty that lies before you. You are scared of denial but something burns inside you. You move towards her hoping to be seen but no heard. You sweat, you want nothing more than to know her name.

She sits there drinking her drink wondering if he sees her. She wants him to come closer but wont she wont draw attention to herself. She is anxious, wanting to see his smile one more time. She moves in closer hoping this will attract him towards her.

They both move in at the same time. Embarrassed, but relieved. They talk for some time, leaving nothing out. This may be there only opportunity for love. They leave together. You value her. She values you. You have found that perfect someone. She is madly in love and doesn't want to spend another minute with someone else. They become The Perfect Match.

Regret.

The crying, the pain, the sadness is all just a simple step. The first time you hold the precious in your arms, you will never forget that day. You will dream about it, think about it, and even want to relive it. The day it goes away is the day where you will regret what you could have done or even what you wanted to do.

Killing is a Drug.

You stand above it like you have no remorse. You need to figure out what to do with it. You lick the blood from the freshly warm body. You need the blood. The anguish it brings to kill something so close to your heart. The only option is to eat it. You love it, you desire it. Nothing compares to the taste. You lay there with your heart beating so fast, it feels like you will never have this drug again. Help me find it, Help me escape it. Bloody Hell, just HELP!!!!!

Sleeping.

You lay there wondering if its ever going to come... You think you are awake but you are trapped in this dark place with no escape. You pinch yourself and nothing happens. You realize this is not what you think, you try to drag yourself away but it has you bound tightly to the bed. Suddenly it takes over you and nothing is the same. You run but it makes you go the other way, you say something but it makes you say what you don't want to say. This force has you like nothing has had before. You can feel it touch you, you realize its all a nightmare and wake up to nothing but the devil staring you in the face. It never was a dream but you find yourself in hell. Screaming does nothing but aggravate him. You are stuck forever for what you have done. The man you shot was not worth this torment. 

Beneath the skin.

It eats me like a cougar feeds on its freshly found dinner. The pain and agony it brings while I can do nothing but let it burn away at my soul. Why must I scratch at it but end up only cutting myself to find out what it is. Help me escape this! Help!

Why.

Why do things happen the way they do? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why must nice people go through the pain and suffering when all they have done is good? WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!

The man behind the mask.

There is something different about the man behind the mask. He can no longer see what truly makes him happy. The man needs to take off his mask and tell the one he loves that they should always be together. The mask has become such a part in his life, he doesn't know if it will ever come off.....

A wise thing I heard.

Today, as I was traveling along with my buddy Eddy and my  Mutter I was day dreaming upon our arrival to the Post Office. As I dazed off, Hermes came to me and said " you can't put a price tag on reality; nor can you succeed without failing" I really needed that in my day. This will guide me to be more open in failing.

Life Other Places

Listening to what is going on in this world, wondering if we are ever going to make it out of this hell hole of a place, I contemplate the fact is there going to be life on mars. Think of the many opportunities this world would have to have people living else where.