Chuckles in the wind…

Waiting on them to tell it like it needs to be said. The way emotions once claimed to be as real as the elite air shared in and outta bed. It’ll force the mind to believe in self’s more than they could ever try to convince self. If they never speak up the end creeps in for another to eventually take a turn at being felt. With the evolving way life tends to capture thoughts in the memory coarses are walled even if friends return to the stranger from a prior past. In the presence of truth the line tends to determine the details of use using patients long enough to show worth. And it all goes poof if a voice refuses to reach to be heard. As the ever changing ways of days sit still to watch the sun come by. Life won’t stop to find another the power over what matters the most so it’s bye bye. With a tear in one eye followed up with a smirk that chuckles in the wind. It ain’t ever about where one’s been. So when lips fail to flap due to someone knows without a doubt of who it is they’ve gained. Life fired on all in the same…

Play…

We go from wanting the weather to be good enough to go out to play with our friends to getting caught up in life. As faces come and go and old familiar ones find their way into a strangers memory of what used to be the greatest hype. Back then it was all about being as free as parents allow children to be in the moment without fear restricting the suspense. As somehow the being older part is the entrapment of the mind that demands the creativity of the imagination with emails and bills lurking with every single financial move made ever since. Just by getting into the swing of selling self as a business labor is used to gain a child’s daydreams still buried deep beneath the pressure of the world. And if one can just step back and be one will break the chains of societies relentless following that makes no sense to thumbs twirled. To retune the spirit with the innocence that’s gained a lil wisdom along the way.  From so long ago when wee bit high was asking mom for permission we realize there’s times we need someone to simply tell us no in the nowadays. As the learning curve molds the person just wanting to go back and take a break. From the security of a home where all a kid hasta do is awaken and stay outta trouble there’s a comfort in a pictures younger face. As we can’t wait to grow up to do what we want just to wind up thinking, wtf? Sitting around from time to time trying to figure out the tricks to the game as the weight of it all is carried without physical scars caused by so called luv’s. As the smile goes up and down that never settles in a frown too long. We’re still that youngster wanting to come out and play if we can we just live like nothing could ever go wrong…

Second to you…

If I’m not the second to know what we are in your mind we should go do our own thing. There’s no point if I’m not the one next you you knowing why I’m in your life and one of us should just leave. Some things just ain’t in the makings of you can’t turn to me and tell it the way it needs to be said. It would be emotional suicide to allow me to believe I could be that person before were dead. If I ain’t the reason of sanity that eases the soothe I’d like to know in the here of now. When it comes to us the truth is vital to collaborating to coexist without playing fowl…

Consistency…

Thy heart isn’t worth the time for luv makes no sense. The losing of the way of emotions clarified the mends. Carry on as your vibe lingers far from the presence of a man disconnected from a weakness that aches. Save yourself from the bitter ends of a kisses taste. The chest isn’t empty, the contents just refuse to resurface without a reason to engage in depths falling outta control. Feeling only what thought has been set aside for isn’t in the makings if sanity isn’t considered as the strong hold. Think and thou shall receive what’s been reserved for another that comprehends the basics out in the open. Gaining a sacred invitation to the accordance of passions in spirts formed into real luv’ns. Compatibility is an attraction spoken into words heard for more than a lil while. Tapping into the facial gestures tugged at in an upward direction creating a smile. These eyes are blind until equivalence stands firm in a stare willing to escape. It’s in the way of two minds collaborating for a better chance to last, not to just exist. As what’s been hidden for so long reaches the tenderness of hushed lips. Naturally flowing in a moment of life happening somewhere in the anywhere of what’s known as in the here and now. For once being able to laugh out loud. To keep memories made safe so the collapse of another friendship doesn’t shut down the good waiting to live. Ahh, the twist. To free self from the cage that protects vital details from chameleons playing the part. Giving use to a real kickstart that’s a more sensible desire that doesn’t fall apart…

As the mind drifts…

As a thought can bring them to life. The heart opens to the feel of a friend that can’t escape the mind. Figuratively trapped within the skull for keeps sake. Helping the smile stretch upon the face. They feed the imagination on fantasy levels where the hush creates the scene. With an ahh every time sept sinks into daydreams. Fondling the passion built into the texture of curves. Just wanting to evolve with the temptation of hormonal nerves. The thrill is exhilarating to tamper with the flesh in raw form. Down to the dirtiest of acts that gives purpose to a whore. And yet in a good way this a release in their eyes to be freed at last. For what goes on in the head could never be half azzed…

Unfulfilled…

What if I didn’t wanna play the game no more bcuz I felt it’s never enough? Or if I just wanted to walk away from everything including the invisible handcuffs. As I question my life and reason with why I’d rather decide to put an end to the hype. Hoping as a desperation to finally ease my mind. Maybe the material things aren’t fulfilling the crave that hungers for a simpler way. It’s possible I’m not sure of anything that will ever stay the same. The toll is subsiding within and I’m drowning again. And there’s no two hands but my own that understand. So if I’m gone without the knowing of where I’ve gone. Know I’m looking for home instead of waiting for it to come along. There’s just thing I believe in and so many others I don’t. And I can’t figure out which way to go and I probably won’t. As I sit with thoughts that clutter my hearts memory of what’s the purpose of drifting this way. Everyone sees shine but there’s a restriction hidden from plain sight that cripples my face. Truthfully I may be on the line of limits trying to keep up with the nonsense. Having satisfactions altered by a drive that makes no sense. Chasing away time as it gets behind the memory that cannot remember living so much. Yes mindless acts of wasting away is absurd as such. I just want out to show myself that I’m truly done with giving a fuck. To step from the civil entrapment that has captured free will willing to partake in a scandal hushed. With a two steps forward mentality that never progresses into a comforts grasp. The freedom from it all would define the meaning of a past.