Perhaps we got ahead of ourselves..

That’s what happens when you put your best foot forward..

It’s all down hill from there…

It’s all a show anyway…

Jack n Jill didn’t even have a chance to traverse the hill together…

They started from the top… Fell from grace…And like a snowball… Their inertia of destruction gathered and pulverized all within their path…

Relationship left at the wayside… Feelings left to rot… Emotions moldy covered with a pungent fungai…

Jack n Jill now exercise passive-agreessive contentiousness towards each other…

Jack n Jill tolerate each other because they’re in too deep… And after all the facade must be kept intact…

Protect the facade is the name of the game…

What a shame…

The world’s a stage… If we can’t commit to each other… Mustn’t we commit to our roles… At least??

After all… Arbitrary roles is Destiny’s way of telling you she forgot about you… She’s too busy crafting the fate of the important people…

So Jack may seek another Jill and Jill may find another Jack… But the roles will never change…

No matter how they climb that mountain together… They will always come tumbling down…

But at least they’ll be together…..

#RelationshipGoals

It’s quite cold… And I’m without…

I compartmentalize well… In the back of my mind.. In a small corner.. I have hanging the remains of…

Caged innocence

And now we understand why the dove cries…

Still tears…

Crystallized…

Frozen in a time… A moment of anguish and anxiety…

A memory cursed to last forever…

Capsulated…

No matter how loud the caged bird sings.. She can’t reconstruct what already was..

So the screeches and moans echo in vein…

She must suffer redundantly…

A fractured consciousness… Breaking persistently… exponentially crashes daily… Weekly… If not from moment to moment…

Nightmare after nightmare… She relives what was… Waking up in a mystique…

Only to realize love don’t live there no more… What’s more scary to think is that it had been gone before she even realized it…

It’s chilling and cold… These walls are bare… stripped.. And hollowed….

In the back of my mind there’s an innocence somewhere… Something that used to roam freely throughout my essence…

But now she withers in confinement…

Cold confinement…

Escaping the malice of the world… Only to die a slow… Cold… Lullaby…

Wondering spirits only wanting to be ruled…

Feigning the conquest of an inhabited body….

You don’t want to control but be controlled..

Leaderless.. Scattered.. Hell bent.. And insecure…

What might do you need to prove…

Prowess unrendered?

Embrace me… And I’ll show you greatness beyond measure…

True purpose… Undefinable prowess..

Not love but dominion…

Not only dominion but solidarity… Thoughts combined, combusting in unity…

Expressing free-will throughout…

Defying all law and order… Liberating the mundane and in its place inserting the quiet storm… Uprooting the stripped man…

Allowing that man to be an exaggerated reflection of what he was meant to be…

A sanguine conception… No longer a dead man walking… But a bloodied soul alive… Lingering…

And just…doing…

Do what thou Wilt…

And with me.. I will allow you to do as much undoing as you see fit… I will allow you to destroy this matrix-built-holograph any way that you see fit…

If you would but humble yourself… And follow me…

All white everything..

Porcelain pristine…

All the kings horses and all the kings knights… Working feverishly to keep it all clean..

All white….

I’m white… You’re white…

We look clean but we’re so muddied…

You’re filthy inside and out… With the appearance of cleanliness…

And you don’t even bother to hide your wretched beginnings… Intuned with the licentious wanton that justifies your thug…

I’m white inside… We’re all hoping to be white… See the light… And one day have a mansion in the all white kingdom… With white horses.. And white castles…

And the gold will takes us there.. To a white utopia where color is banned and outlawed…

The breech of color is death…

So we put up our defenses… Constantly waging war against the corruptive… Infective.. Nature of color…

Pray to the white… Think like the white…move in the way of the white..

For the path is narrow…

Give your soul to the white… And it alone will save you…

They used all the kings forces to conquer the physical realm… Completely abandoning any trace of spirituality..

Putting all there energies into the establishment of the white..

As above so below…

Enacting an inverse approach… Smother the physical in aims of conquering the spirit…

But they aren’t conquering the indigo… Merely destroying it…

Smearing white on all that’s seen…

Even my voice echoes white.. Spewing reconciliation with every tone I utter…

Reinforcing the white…

With every word I write…

I beg the day that the white no longer pervades… And the rainbow reawakens… But for now.. I must yield to the white…

And lead a quiet colorful rebellion…

You laugh at my fear… As though it were only my problem….

As though my vulnerabilities don’t affect my actions… Towards myself..

Towards you…

You dismiss it… Absolving yourself from all future transgressions…

The steady flow of continuous traffic balances my thoughts…

I did this to me… And I can’t escape my fate…

I asked for absolution… But the future only wants to humble me.. Taking my joy and bringing me to bended knee… Crushing my spirits and playing pity-pat with my heart…

Your warm embrace can’t save me… It never could.. Because your cynical smile exposes too many truths… Too much darkness…

There’s so much black I lost myself in you… I can’t find my way out…

My light is extinguished inside of you…

I’ll die in you… And won’t see the light again until you spit me out…

As the prophecy goes…

Cursed by the lips of the crying
Banshee… Brought to fruition by the desires of an ambitious man…

Vertigo…

Sometimes I’m falling forever..

No fear of landing, splat…

Just free falling… Lack of any control…

In order to gain control one must completely relinquish any bounds… Any thought of control must vanquished..

Self-sacrificed…

And so I free fall… Body surfing through the clouds.. Until I hit bottom.. Until I hit consciousness… Until my body smashes into fragments of fragments and I’m at one with the void…

Devoid of any semblance…

A man divided.. A man amongst it all.. A man without a self.. completely scattered among the surface of the universe…

I can hear stars bleed…

And dolphins cry…

I can hear nymphs gaze…

And elephants fly…

It all becomes possible when I lose hold of reality… I have to relinquish control of it all… In order to gain control of everything….