| � As the Wounds Heal � Wicked imagery is extracted from these disturbing thoughts... or rather, repulsive facts of life... transporting through the deserted streets of my mind only to find a dark reality in which, thinking patterns burn holes through my brain... literally driving me insane... the secretions of, well thought out decisions and yet, simultaneously they remain labeled as twisted and inconsiderate actions... to say the LEAST... Excuses such as... � I can�t help but release the beast! � and, � temptation succumbs... her seductive behavior impulsively overcomes and, � not to mention... � it deletes any and EVERY trace of love or concern for YOU.� Erasing all the, emotional trails that used to travel endlessly and, relentlessly... never afraid to stay on that perpetual track... Falling � helplessly � into this inexcusable trap of disfigured emotions... but when it came to ME, it was an UN-wanted devotion simply because it was, � too much to handle,� it was, � too intimidating � to even create such a divine relationship... it was, � too scary � to even touch the warmth of my skin simply because the love for her that inhabited within was at the, deepest level of human existence... So it was, � too much � for nothing... it was, falsely accused... it was, incorrectly prescribed... it was, inappropriately UN-denied... it was, never � meant to be � from the beginning... And I should have known... I should have grown and risen above all the demented illusion... I should have, saved ourselves all this near-death confusion... I should have, not fallen into the cravings of my lonely hearts desire... I should have, realized that she WASN�T the one that I so desperately required... So I should have, left it alone and, S-L-O-W-L-Y walked away... but to my dismay I was, incapable of doing the preceding... I was, overwhelmed by the feelings that she created inside me... I was, suffocated by the slight chance of this life long dream actually becoming a reality... I was, quick to believe that I was the �medicine � for her constant insanity... I was, reluctant to doubt her genuine sentiments... I was, trapped in a tunnel vision of eternal hope... I was, too understanding for my own good... I was, UNCLEAR about where �we � actually stood... So I was, blindfolded with my heart in her hands... I was, holding the blueprints to this heart-wrenching plan... and I was, simply DREAMING with my eyes wide shut... BUT, once again I, walked directly into the lesson... neglecting the facts but effectively, increasing my progression... - Acoustic Poetri 2002 |