Did It All For The Gram....

....Her relationship with the ‘Gram more important than the one with you She has. Shy with the cam when you’re Gordan Parks behind the lens, capturing all Her Ugly parts that You definitely see as Beauty in the darkroom of Life. Instead, it’s the Hef’s in robes always sleeping on Her who She prefers to Focus on Her Assets Playboy. Your Lust For Love is not Her Lingo. She speaks Bullshit and comprehends Frauds, and no Babbel could ever fix that. It is a language barrier built up by the Child in Her. Tearing it down you’d need nine lives of patience, and a time machine, “B2TF.”

"Intentions...."

....Every Woman I meet or have met at first introduction, my intention or intentions are to do more than just meat Her. To do more than just sleep with Her for ego, or to do more than just one night Her by deceiving Her. No, She gets the lead in my dreams with no audition, with all the bells and whistles ringing like it's Time Square at 12mid New Year, and without ever having to cast couch me. It's honestly-honest, but then life happens; feelings don't parallel, second thoughts are heavily thought, emotions aren't mutual, dreams don't fin fairytale and there's no yard with the picket fence future in either one of our futures, when either one of us or both just wants to live single in a single. And sometimes, more often then not these days She's the decider who decides to just be casual. The bundle of energy who chooses to be disconnected while still choosing to connect. Maybe it's a defense to fence in Her Love&trust, and fence out Her pain&hurt. Or maybe She's just been numbed by all the bad choices made, or by all times She's been played and just stopped giving a F%#k!! We become just a temporary part to fill in the missing parts temporarily. How did we get here? Better yet how do we get out of here?

Brain Bawling.....

....With time, eyes start to see and notice things that they've never seen or noticed before; like certain aches, bruises and pains, and with no clue on how they got there, before and after before. Guess while in the midst, while in the thick of being hurt, the soul, and be it warranted or not, finds excuses to numb. Uneventful days become the day's event, more and more each day as storm harassed-seasons staggeredly pass. Drifting in the wind with nowhere to land, like lost ballons in the wind, until the air inside just evaporates, completely let out. Hit walls become standard housing, boxed in from all the un-hurdled obstacles. "Father's legs," running in place only gets the runner one place, "No Place!!" Still time becomes real time, motionless makes emotions more than less, "Depressed!!" Stressed to be a better self with no proper step, bowlegged and pigeon toed stumbling thru life with a weird kind of plant, expecting life to spoil and pamper the traveler by adjusting the ground underneath to balance the unbalanced. Fish scales littered in goalless streets represent the weak, "No Meat." Hooked on complaining, that's all that will ever be caught in a day's catch, is "Complaints." Hunt for Heart, Humility, Faith and Strength and throw misery back for only the miserable to feast, for there are much bigger dreams in the deep sea of bottomless potential to be dreamed and achieved, but eyes must first see the possibilities clearly and believe in what's being seen clearly......"Don't be one to blink thru it, Be One To See Thru It!!