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?

unbelievably unreal

waking from a dream, this don't feel real.
i'm on the front line and my heads no longer made of steel.
confused, wondering what's the deal?
paradise isn't nothing but three square meals.
seems my stories sealed and it's so unreal.
dreams not yet healed from realities appeal.
and as i kneel i find my skin slowly beginning to peel.
dealing with the left overs forcing yield signs in open fields.
it's unbelievably weird.
and all i can say is, is this for real?

tap

relapsing on the stash of memories blanked out by times unforgiving ways. i sit and tap at another line straight from the mind to help me remember better days. slowly so the hurt and pain and smiles i've gained lead me on past what i thought i'd never make it through. it's the walk i stumbled long enough on to turn and stand as a man, confronting the truth. one step at a time i made it as far as my two feet has led me to here. constantly breaking and tugging me beneath my long over due defeated fears. and i trust no one as i catch a phrase in the back of my head playing repeatedly until i understand every word. ringing in my ear and sliding down the tongue, bursting into this world as if they were to be heard. just to be found dead and motionless at the end of each poke that's broken them in two. feeling unused and bruised as i lean back and think of something new. typing my life away into the great unknown where no one seems to care. its almost as if these letters are being eaten and never shared.
with lost keys unable tuned for ears to understand.
missing or hiding in code before the eyes in plain sight, yet at the fingers tips of the hand.