floatin answers

who has all the answers floatin in an imagination? info that could b so useful as we await a true touch. who goes without splittin the flava of temptations lust preparin 4 luv. who hasnt felt misplced? walked on the fence. smile stripped away. left 2 break a lonely day. who hasnt forced a dead stare smile after the pain of a loss? feelin the fall bein tossed.

conscious mind

i think i am good doing what i am doing.
so if one is about it.
i would like to tell them good morning.
every morning from here on out.
doing what we are enjoying.
making plans and finding our way.
trying to stay a few steps ahead of the game.
showing each other what we are really about.
with common sense and a recollection of reality.
do you know what it means to hold love?
voluntarily.
i am just giving it to you as straight as i can.
as you can handle it.
you see i am me.
with a gentle hand i can care under some candle lights.
lets explore the fundamentals of love.
do it right and spend some time with some good conversation or find ourselves intertwined.
i am reading every line in a story that we are living.
trying to find out which way your going.
it is mind over heart so the pain never has to be felt.
relieving the pressure into one as two melt.
i believe i get the bigger picture.
friendship before pleasure.
limits and foreshadowing because my time is worth more than a smile.
i want a woman that has got her head on.
and her mind is right.
one that can stick around a while.
not winding up in a file.
stuffed away in memory banks lodged so deep it made the leaning process painful.
i need no more than a hand full.
someone real.
and it looks like it is your deal.
you going to make me fold or feel something we both can seal with a kiss.
something unselfish and missed if ever walked away from it's wish.
consciousness is the key.
riding the storm in a time of living in dreams.
the conscious mind has to be unlocked without breaking the key.
freeing all that's been hidden if all possible saving what we find.

through the motions

Make love 2 life n let it teach u something of itself. It 's what one is willin 2 learn from it n carry with them that will help one reach that next level. don't fake ur way strollin along. be real with those that surround u. i'm finding myself goin through motion that need to end. livin a life that won't be here long. change is very much needed but i'm having fun. truth is key. yet i'm finding myself speakin in a tongues language only i know it's meaning. with a young one. 10 yrs, 5 outside my 5 yr rule in age. not so much in common other than basic human instinct. what to do? keep it goin or look in the other direction. i knew from the start on this one. it would never work. but i had nothin else at the moment. playin a game i fell in. don't wanna see her go. yet, she eventaully must do jus that. i know this. she knows this. wow. guess it can only go one of two ways. n i am prepared. n as sad as that sounds, i do love her......... she's jus not ready. n i don't know if i have it in me to teach the unteachable. it's not how it's suppose to work. fuck it. the way i see it it i'm going to a little fun before it's over. even though i'd love to see this thing work out.

think

prayers filled from the mouths of beggers? i wanna live as long as possible, but wow! is it not a bit extreme but to simply intertaining them? where is the road other than in the minds eye zoned the fuck out. how did humanity come to this? pleading for more than what it has laid out. telepathic hot lines programing b.s.. filling voids of understanding worth. blinded and wired from the youngest age of birth. we are truly lost as a species, scared and out of control. sorry! i'm not the least bit sold. cries can not bounce of the skies spacious suspicious cowardness. making us so fucking powerless? is this your way to a heaven, that's your way out? gates are to keep something trapped within or weed out.

deserving my insight

emptying the head. pushing it over the edge. forcing the wedge.
promises to thy self. another notch in my belt. letting go of what i felt.
riding on the tail of the storm. so far from norm. as if i were reborn.
emotions dying in the face of a mature mind. it looks like it has come that time. as i must fly.
heart cracked yet unbroken. i feel a notion. how can i feel myself if i'm not open.
closing doors on this world once more. one less demon to scorn. wondering what i'm doing?
trying to find my place. with a pretty little thing in lace. i'm going to miss the taste.
losing again i can't believe i won't cry. i like this one this time. but i can't hide personal insides.
pounding only for time to have mercy. leaving me cotton mouthed and thirsty. and i have no worries.
pushing on the numb feeling of pieces. scattered and beaten. with nothing more than reason.
i kiss the morning goodnight. and wake in its early fight. to concur me within a glare only it can ignite.
my life is come to this. wish she could see what i've been dealing with. it may possibly been fixed.
and i could care more like i should of. loved a love. move this world out her way if it fits like a glove.
me, i'd bare thy's beast that has been craving. and i can't be happier as my hearts inflating. mentally crazy suffering from insanity.
driven to the point where the toes has met the line. nails growing to undo time. no, i am not shy.
refusing a way of life that does not suit my heart AND mind. digging deep until i kiss it goodnight. waiting on a true accepted invite.
being me is what i do! it's who i am, being true. seeing reality damn near walk away as i'm feeling kind of blue.
and something is feeling like it's actually going to be missed. i'm feeling pissed. clinched fists.
if it comes to an end tonight. friends wouldn't be enough for life. yet i'm tired of playing nice.
just wanting to live and feel something real. not on knees or a single knee as will not kneel. believe it or not, i am not made of steal.
and i've been taught something new i never understood. i'm tired of being misunderstood. misused and overlooked.
could it be why i hide is no woman no cry? living empty and cold deserving my insight? earning mine.

crossing the line

spinnin barrel, rotatin outta control.
shells sealed tight, breakin da flesh.
finger squeezin, playin wit lifes lil game.
smoke n sparks, failin da test.

broken n tempted, time has finally come.
will has faded, buried n dead.
death now calling, i stand brave.
depression has settled in, my only friend.

eatin da moldins, flared in da head.
blood rains n spills, pourin out da pain.
red stains, visuals of my own end.
i give me, 2 da grave 2 claim.

reclaimed n free, covered in filth.
blanketed by earth, knowin its worth.
bang goes da sound, screamin an echo.
dyin inside, rotten since birth.

tasks

tasks rise n tasks fall.
in a short lived life, standin tall.
i dont mind givin em my all.
watchin em crawl.
break em b4 dey break me.
im not as week as those whom walk amunst me.
i stand 4 me as me.
livin to let b.
ye tasks stand in da way.
fadin so fast day to day.
by my strangle hold it cant escape.
as dey attempt 2 b brave.
i wont let go til dey die.
i wanna hear its whimperin whines.
til its world goes blind.
n im left hoverin in its place in time
tasks relieved by a real man.
unbroken i stand 4 who i am.
4 me i have a bigger plan.
n i'll outlast da test 2 hand.
destroyin da tasks lil lies.
tasks comin up short as dey try.
on their knees as dey embrace thier end of time.
tasks cant change da will i carry inside.
its a burden tasks fear when dey glance in my direction.
like a diseased infection.
no task brings me down n gets my attention.
dey only get da full length of my extention.
fuck em n give em a lesson well learned.
i give tasks jus what dey deserve.
as its vision becomes blurred.
speech gets slurred.
givin it da pain it releases un2 us since birth.
i let em feel da fire in me dat burns so slow.
as dey vanish in2 no mo.
beatin n torn in2 itty bitties of useless flow.
unable 2 ring a sound in da ear of a repeated zone.
tappin in to tap out tasks.
2 c how fast i can put em in da past.
as i kill 2 outlast.
refusin 2 run outta gas.

NIGHT OF CONFUSION

YET THE AIR IS CHILL ENOUGH TO KEEP ME ALERT.
I'M BEING TORTURED IN REALM WHERE I AM OF NO MATCH.
FEELING MISPLACED AND DRAINED OF ALL THE GOOD I'VE BECOME.
FLIPPING THE COIN AND BECOMING A THING OF THE PAST.
SOME ONE I'VE KILLED LONG AGO.
BURIED AND FORGOTTEN UNTIL NOW.
JUT TO BE REMINDED OF WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF.
THIS NIGHT OF CONFUSION IS SHOWING ME HOW.
RECONNECTING ME WITH THE FIGHT WITHIN I'VE THROWN AWAY.
I'M GETTING THE BIGGER PICTURE OF WHAT IT'S TEACHING.
I'M NOT BEING PUNISHED IF I CAN LEARN FROM MEMORY OF WHERE I'VE BEEN.
THIS SILENT WALK WAY TELLS ME I'M IN A CONSTANT STATE OF BREACHING.
MOVING FORWARD AS I'M IMMOBILE AND PARALYZED BY THE NIGHT.
I RELAPSE FOR A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE MY DAYS OF DYING.
AS THIS THING I'VE STUMBLED UPON BREAKS ME DOWN.
BRINGING FORTH ALL THAT HAS BEEN LEARNED BY JUST SIMPLY TRYING.

DARK ALLEY

CAUGHT IN A DEEP THOUGHT.
SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE.
IT'S ME AND SMOKE.
AND IT DOESN'T DAWN ON ME OF HOW I GOT HERE.

THERE'S A DARK ALLEY WAY.
AS MY FEET BEGIN TO STUMBLE BENEATH ME.
SOMETHINGS WRONG AS THE LIGHTS FLICKER AND GO OUT.
I CAN'T TURN AROUND AND FIND THE STREET.

AND AS MY LEGS FREEZE IN A PUDDLE OF SLUDGE.
STANDING STILL MY SURROUNDINGS ARE CONSTANTLY MOVING.
IN MY DIRECTION, CREEPING.
LOSING THE WILL OF MY OWN MOVEMENT IT'S CONTROLLING.

FORCING ME DOWN A PATH I'M UNABLE TO VIER FROM.
AS IF I'M BEING SUCKED INTO A NIGHTMARE.
I PRETEND I DON'T NOTICE.
BUT IT'S GOT ME IN A SILENT DEADLY STARE.

WATCHING THE OBJECTS EASING BY MY WAY.
STUCK IN A TRANS I SEEM TO BE LOST.
FIGHTING TO GET BACK TO WHAT I KNOW.
YET THE GROUND IS GETTING SOFT.

I'M LOSING MY FOOTING.
TRACTION'S SLIPPING FROM UNDER MY SOUL LESS FEET.
DESPERATELY TRYING TO STOMP MY WAY OUT.
YET LOOKING DOWN, THEY HAVEN'T MOVED A BEAT.

MY CHEST IS THROBBING IN DAMN NEAR PANIC.
I FEEL MY LIFE CHANGING BEFORE MY EYES.
EVERYTHING I'VE EVER KNOWN.
HAS BEEN FORGOTTEN HERE IN THE ALLEY OF DARKENED SKIES.

RATS NIBBLE A PIECE TO TAKE AS THEIR OWN.
AS THE SMELL OF DEFEAT IS LESSENING MY DREAMS.
I FIGURE IF THIS IS THE WAY IT MUST BE.
I MIGHT AS WELL START SWINGING UNTIL MY VERY LAST DYING SCREAM.

BUT THERE IS NOTHING HERE INFLICTING PAIN.
JUST A WEIRD SENSE OF DEMENTIA THAT'S OUT OF WHACK.
TURNING MY MIND FROM A REALITY I WOULD LOVE TO TASTE.
AS I'M DYING TO GET IT BACK.

PINCHING FOR A WAKING IT DOESN'T APPEAR TO HELP.
AS A COOL BREEZE FLOWS FROM THE END OF THE WAY.
DARK AND COLD AS FAR AS MY BREATH BLOWS AS IF I CAN SEE.
THERE'S A DEAD END SOUND, CALLING MY NAME.

SLOWLY GROWING INTO A PIERCING WHISTLE IN MY EAR.
LOUDER AND LOUDER IT SPEAKS IN A TONGUE I DO NOT KNOW.
PULLING ME INTO A HYPNOSIS I'M TO WEAK TO RESIST.
AS A LIGHT FROM BEHIND MY STARTS TO GLOW.

RATTLING THY NERVE OF STEEL I ONCE OWNED.
A LOCOMOTIVE IS COMING MY WAY OUT OF CONTROL, BLARING IT'S HORN.
I FEEL IT PASS TROUGH ME.
AND SOMETHING INSIDE ME HURTS AS IF IT HAS JUST BEEN TORN.

A FIGURE APPEARS WITH IT'S HEAD COCKED SIDEWAYS.
LOOKING IN MY DIRECTION.
I FEEL MY INSIDES START TO SHAKE FROM IT'S SILHOUETTE HAVING IT'S OWN SHADOW.
NOW TREMBLING, SOMETHING IS TRULY WRONG AND I HAVE NO PROTECTION.

TIME IS SPEEDING UP AND SHRINKING THE DISTANCE BETWEEN ME AND MY FEAR.
I STAND TALL AS IF I'M IMMORTAL AWAITING MY TURN.
TO HAVE MY CHANCE AT WHATEVER MAY COME MY WAY.
NOW MY FLESH SINGES, BUBBLES, AND BEGINS TO MELT IN AN OVERWHELMING BURN.

LAUGHTER SPILLS FROM THE CRACKS IN THE CONCRETE.
AND IN HORRORFYING ENJOYMENT IT SEEMS TO LIVE FOR THIS SH!T.
THERE IS NO MOON TO CAST A VISUAL OF MY NEW FOUND FRIEND.
JUST TOTAL BLINDNESS AT THIS POINT, LOSING MY GRIP.

AND ALL IS GOING SOUTH AS I EVER SO SLOWLY BEGIN TO GIVE IN.
SHIVERING FROM THE RAIN NOW DROPPING LIKE ACID ON MY FACE.
PEELING AND SHOWING MY INNER TRUE EMOTIONS.
AS I CAN NOW TASTE THE FLAVOR OF HATE.

I AM AT THE MERCY OF THIS CREATURE'S HANDS.
PATIENTLY WAITING WITHOUT THE DESIRE OF FINDING WHAT IT MAY DO.
HOW MANY WAYS IT CAN FOLD MY MIND.
TEAR MY DOWN AND BREW MY HEART IN IT'S STEW.

WHAT YOU SAY

GAME.
ITS VERY WELL NEEDED.
BUT BE ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOU SAY WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOU MEAN WHAT YOUR MEANING TO SAY INDEED.
BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR THAT ONE THAT GETS THE PICTURE.
SOME ONE IN WHOM THE HEART WON'T GET PUNCTURED OR BEGIN TO FLICKER.
BECAUSE WHAT YOU SAY IS WHAT YOU MEAN IN A TIME OF US.
WORDS FILLING EMPTY HEARTS AS IT SEEMS TO NO LONGER BE ON THE HUSH.
GAME IS WHAT IS NEEDED IN WAYS AS WE FIND EACH OTHER.
CAREFUL ENOUGH TO EXPERIENCE A NEW FOUND UNDERCOVER LOVER.
TRUST IN WORDS THAT MEAN NOTHING COMPARED TO ACTIONS.
CAUSING A PURPOSE FOR ALL GOOD INTENTIONS FLIPPED INTO A REACTION.
GAME.
OVER RATED IN THE EYES OF REALISM.
SPOKEN AND PUT IN PLACE TO DISTRACT THE SUPERSTITIONS.
SO MEAN WHAT YOU SAY BY ACTING OUT BY EXAMPLE OF WHAT YOU INTEND.
AND MAYBE IN TIME WE CAN BECOME FRIENDS.

UNDER THE ARMOR.

CALLIN OUT THE INSIDES BENEATH THE SHELLS SKIN. WANTIN TO SEE THE FACE THAT LAYS UNDER THE ARMOR. CUZ I'M FALLIN UNDER IT'S SPELL. AND IM SLIPPIN FURTHER THAN FARTHER. SO FAR PAST WHERE IVE BEEN. DEEP INSIDE MY MIND WHERE I HAVE FEARED FOR YEARS. IN THAT DARK CORNER SHADED AS BLACK AS THE NIGHT. THE ONLY PLACE THAT HAS TURNED ON MYSELF AND IS UNCLEAR. WHAT LAYS BENEATH IS UNCERTAIN. UNKNOWN TO THE CONSCIOUS MIND. SCARING EVEN ITSELF FROM THE SCREAMS I HEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. SPEAKING IN TONGUES LOCKED BEHIND THE LINE OF LIGHT. REACHING FOR THE SWITCH OF SILENCE. FOR THE WILL IN ME HAS BEEN REPLACED. AND IT I DON'T THINK IM GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH. UNTIL I FIND WHATS BEEN MISPLACED. IN THE WALLS OF MY MIND I LOST ME. PEEKING THROUGH PEEP HOLES. ON THE PRAWL AND WAITING FOR ITS TIME TO LIVE OUTSIDE MY CAGE. WATCHING ME FOLD.

ME

ITS ME.
N IF THERE IS NO OTHER.
ITS STILL ME.
WITH SOMEONE IT COULD BE WE.
HAVING FUN WE'LL SEE.
BUT IN THE END IT ME.
ME LOOKING OUT FOR ME.
FINDING WHAT ME WANTS.
HOPING ME DON'T LET ME DOWN.
DOING ME.
WITH ME.
HOPEFULLY WITH THEE.
BUT IT ALL COMES BACK TO ME.
BECAUSE ME KNOWS WHATS BEST FOR ME.
LIVING EVERY DAY WITH ME.
I KIND OF KNOW ME'S DREAMS.
ITS ALL ABOUT ME.
WHEN I'M WITH ME.
BUT WHEN I'M WITH THEE.
ITS ALL WE.
FOCUSING ON ME.
BECAUSE OF THEE.
MAKING SURE I DON'T FORGET TO BREATH.
YES ME AGREES WITH ME.
AND WE LIKE ME.
SO I'M GOING TO ME HAPPY.
AND HOPEFULLY WE CAN LIVE AND JUST BE.
BEING WE.

loose ends

loose ends. depending on an others actions.

reactions 2 past and present translations.
imitations of mind over heart situations.
making all the difference in the irritations life forgets to mention.
rubbing it raw without the lotion.
brutal emotions changing direction.
fishing for expectations.
evaluations keeping it as real as this worlds rotation.
motions moving without restitution.
as lings choke on invisible pollution.
as if the multiplication doesn't add up to the division its missing.
looking for the resolution.
and flirtations rise from a deep suppression standing hand in hand with the disillusions.
knocking down the empty soothing imitating implosions.
losing control in the potion.
stirred with hocus pocus's intuition trying not to kill the feeling of satisfaction.
inflamating the numb areas so the infection settles more easily without a chance of correction.
as if penicillin went on vacation.
ends, fitting loose with bad connections.
sweating profusely, precipitation flows in form of perspiration.
love in and out of dead and alive fashion.
trying to read all the blurred out captions.
stuck on the illusions of fascinations.
as legions are broken and side are taken in form of misplaced penetration.
letting ones guard down with no protection.
left locked away with no chance of probation.
lost and screaming at the illusions of rekindling old motivations.
as sanitation forces the odds to an end, hurting a friend with selfish actions.

BUTCH TALKING

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  Butch Morgan i dont believe in the whole jibbery jabbery of soul mate. if 2 people r compatible cool. people tend 2 think too much with there hearts. i think with my head 1st. relationships must make sense 2 me. people also tend 2 settle cuz they really like some1. the theyn try n change them in2 what theyre lookin 4. so true love. not buyin it. iv never met any1 whos seen it yet.

  2 minutes ago · ·
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  Butch Morgan everytime 1 person gets with another they think it could b. jus 4 things 2 change n its anothers eyes theyre lookin in feelin the sos again. i'm not sayin its bad, but come on. keep it real.

  a few seconds ago · · if its possible. its gotta be something only time will tell. no one an tell on such short notice. otherwise its a fairytale, legendary story. the heart wantin some bad enough it tricks the mind into lookin for it.

come on in

come on in, see how it is my heart skips when your near.
i don't mean to get emotional, but your opening up my fears.
settle down in my chest. see if i could give you enough.
i'm not saying the road won't be rough.
lets find out if you like the way it feels.
retrieve ourselves from the inside and tell if it is real.
sit back and relax, chill for a bit and look into my eyes.
is it possible if you could perhaps want to spent some time?
living a life we both can love, enjoy, and taste.
making memories we can't help but to embrace.
hear my core pound your name as a smile can't be erased from my face.
if you ever thought of saying no, i believe i just may feel so misplaced.
my guard is down and ready for you to take control.
i'm giving in and i'll never give up trying to find exactly where i belong.
as a man i am unable to resist you and how you do you.
i don't know what to i am ever going to do.
i'm just trying to stay true and reach out to you reaching for me.
watch how it is i react to thee.
allow me to feel you and give a little something back.
because this thing is moving through me fast and i don't know how long i can last.
be the woman living in me that every man needs.
to help ease my rough side and share a thought and taste some love of glee.
live a better life and accept what i could possibly do for you.
as you and i get caught up in the wind like a foo man choo.
shaping up to be all we ever looked for just taking a crack.
play with the motions and see where it may go and let that just be that.
poor out the old you as we drink the night in between the feelings of lost dreams drowning and being erased.
find something new we can't help chase.
repair broken roads, making the paths connect and lead us to where we hide.
lifting us into an easing glide.
i'm not begging nor pleading.
just a man wondering and leaning.

lemme

biscuits and buns in the shape of your butt. lemme get a feel on that thing i want. slow and fun. shake it and smack that azz as its got me feelin the effects of my pants growin. its juicy and round. bounce it up on me. as i pounce on it to the ground. rub and tap it. back that thing up on me. make it happen. get it to clappin. you got my heart pittin and a pattin. its so softand firm. delicately wigglin my mind free. dont make me beg. but please turn it round and lemme see whhat you got. work it. show it. your makin me hot. lemme squeeze a lil chunk. i dont want much. just lemme break off a piece of that delicious lookin stuff. rotate it. toss it my way. and i'll do a few things we could never mention as we misbehave. that's gota be more than an 8 second ride. mvin from side to side. its got me losin my mind. lemme caress it. tease it. try to please it the best way i can, gettin caught up in the mix of it. doin some ol freaky sh!t. you know what it is. and you know what it is im tryin to find out. lemme tickle it til the morning comes about. lay it down and give it something to talk about. because i cant hush my mouth til i get to grindin it out.

BEFORE

putting what needs to be done in reality as i am beating down doors in my mind.
finding time and patience as solutions form into pros and cons built up inside.
staying positive because i found something that is giving me great pleasure on this long walk.
knowing it is not all fun and games doing what needs to be done first and foremost BEFORE conversation can be talked.
out loud and openly without fear or immaturity calling to see if actions speak louder than words as a little thing is formed called love.
so step on up and bring your game. it is in the past where everything has passed you by.
one who is not shy and can get the job done in our time.

how many?

how many hearts does cupid have to spare? how many times does he think we wanna start over and care? how many ways can the will learn before it does give a damn? how many faces need to be seen into the memory banks? how many smart azz remarks will be spit in ones direction? how many lovers will it take to find a true connection? how many roads will end in dead ends? how many sounds will please the ears as a friend? how many smiles will turn bitterly? how many winters will it take to stop shivering? how many seasons? how many reasons? how many blank expressions will cast there spell on hope? how many? until one is broken and feeling like a joke?