Wednesday, February 29, 2012

wait for it... wait for it...

Always waiting for something.

It's always something.

Be it:

the bus, the cab, or the train.
a love, partner, or relationship.
material or not.

Always waiting.

For a:

chance, opportunity,
moment.

What the fuck is the point?

Make things happen.

Walk into the middle of the street.
Stop that yellowyellow Cabus.
Rip open,
the door.
Tell her you love her.
Tell her how she
x is the o
x only o
x one o
for 
you.



And, that she could:

be your, life partner,
in a life long,
relationship.

You know.

The Usual.
Bullshit.

Take that chance.

Make that opportunity yours, and turn it into a moment you won't ever forget. Much like that one day...

Your first day of High school.
Running after the bus.
You'll never forget.
It sure didn't wait for you.
So,

why wait for it?

Lose your train of thought?
Take the bus.
Miss the bus?
You better,
run after it..

Noise.

As I lay here,
I think.
Mute.
Life needs, a mute button.
For those,
Rallying cries of agony.
As the crowds gather,
For sunday mAss.
Those,
screeches of pain.
As the drones
March on by,
singlefile.
With nothing but
Empty debt, $$$
And their, ninetofive,
Mentality.
Those,
Childish howls.
Of innocent bliss.
As red 
Suits
Are burnt.
And white beards 
Put away.
Cries of desperation,
As,
Trucks crashing,
Over imperfections in,
asphalt,
asphalt,
being.
Created. Organized.
Molded.
Mute.
Life needs a mute button.
For all this,
Fucking
Noise.

shadows

I regret not closing the blinds.
The sun keeps getting in my eyes.
A story to remain untold.
H2O seeping into cushions
As if it owed the fabric payment.
For deeds done upon.
Refreshments.
SweatBloodTears.
All,
seeping in.
as if owed.
SECRETS;
disarranged and dismantled,
a disassociated disarray.
2Peasinapod.
Laying intertwined.
As if,
one in the same.
Moments,
quaintest of quaints.
As if,
Piloting a submarine.
Deep sea.
10,000 leagues,
Of, extraordinary gentlemen.
And they're all outside.
I regret not closing the blinds.
Tantalizing eyes,
Staring into
Untold secrets.
At least,
they're blocking out the sun.

advice:

walk.
don't,
talk.