Controlled Within

A heart is the robot that controls the brain in one’s vision

Believing in a story you build in a world that hides in a circle where your dead self lays

You start loving something, someone in no ordinary line and without questions

The heart fights the battle, the battle you’re holding with yourself

Your heart is telling your brain the story and your brain is signalling the story to your whole body

Your body goes through a zone where now you know the feeling but the next step is your fate, your hands

A signal from your eyes and ears to the heart through the brain into our soul and our dreams, we stand

And sometimes we stare at nothing but the dead us because the next step is no next step

The feeling of love is stronger than any drug put on this earth because love isn’t anything controlled

Love is power

Love stands alone

Love isn't to be fought

We are all small little dots on this earth

We are all programmed to have this one feeling, this one thing

And in the end this one thing could break into a million little broken pieces

A puzzle no doctor, scientist, nor no drug could put back together

Love is so powerful that at times it’ll give you the power to hold

The power to fix

The power to love

The power to grow

A heart is the robot in you

And you’re just the machine controlling it

Call Me By Your Name

The sun was about to say good bye and the ocean was getting ready to go to its night

Sound of voices and dinner plates roamed in the village while people enjoyed their evening with friends and family

The sand I stood upon played around my toes while I walked down the stripe of dry sand

I walked down the ocean and stopped, stopped right in front of a resort I once owned

I stopped and glazed up into the sun while it fully disappeared into its ocean

I watched it as if I was the sun and I watched myself drown into the dark ocean

The ocean was taking over my life and I stood watching as I thought nothing could have been done

But for tears to roll down my cheeks

I turned around and watched what once a project of mine

What once a life I lived

What once a dream I had

Choices are all mind games, a game we all gamble with ourselves

A game of choices just to find out what makes us happy at most

Sometimes a little isn’t enough and a lot is just trial

A town I once believed in and a job I thrived upon day to day

I have left for a heartless move for a heart that couldn’t stop beating

That heart shocked my brain and told it to make that choice and to drop its thoughts

Just to realized and find out that my heart was playing another poker game

The heart has once again lost all its money and leaves the brain just too finally enter reality

In a world where choices aren’t being chosen any longer

I stood upon the sand and the night while starring at my once was resort

A gamble, a choice, a feeling, a desire

A feeling I once felt is now a wish, a wish wishing a feeling I felt was a feeling I’ve never felt

I wished with all my heart to leave this world behind

Rise like angels into the night

And magically disappear

Wasted Love

Run, feel, see, and breathe

Wind brushing into our faces getting in our way

Eyes contact like a number on speed dial

Study the unexpected and love the truth

Darkness has never been so bright in the light

Evil burns into cold ice wrapped around angels

Hands touched force by gravity and with a simple lesson we started falling

Nudity, smoke, no rules, stay young

We held our breath when we fell into the hole

When we reached the ground we turned down the loud noise

And we started falling, falling in love

The Bag & The Box

A mind blowing twist with an untold story following its proud studied book
Everything they knew and wanted to know was out flying with the herd of wind
When it became knowing the inside of it all it was another stage and another book
A life so darkened with a black thick marker even Mr. Devil himself didn’t dare to enter
Everyone with a pass became a lord that they didn’t want to know and everyone else became a pass by
Love was targeted by a little white ghost who told other little ghosts who fell in love with their love
Love was targeted and Love was snitched from the right side of the chest and was put in a black bag and then into a black box
Love wasn’t the pain, the pain was the pain and falling was the only thing they knew how to do
The book wasn’t written without a heart it was written for the ones who love and who can love back
Everyone with a pass became a lord and everyone else became a pass by
They watched others get the love stolen from their right side of their chest
They watched but feelings were put into a black bag hidden in a black box
Drive your fork right through my heart because any feeling is a feeling I haven’t felt
Years later, pass bys became the ghost and I realized I will never stop falling into the black hole of nothing but loveless feels because this love, this heart, and those lords can never find the bag hidden in that black box!

The Rolling Thought

When life stops and time keeps rolling its circled wheel you witness a rush of angry wind that keeps pushing you over a cliff, you become a waterfall and create this beautiful confusion. Your life turns into a mist; it becomes blurry and colorless but light is believable. A flow of a stream you start and knowing the straight sign drowns in the deep where no human eye can discover. The new and the surprise factor is a face to face fight. Trash and the simple are a world of its own and a world that has been found by one with a new ability of higher vision. A vision stuck in a bubble of dreams and the bubble cannot be popped by anyone but its original blower, the man himself drowning in the water of stream flowing into a direction he will not know yet he fears his reality stuck in the dream of endless broken mirrors. Simple enough to breath, breathing turned into the reality of his adventure and he was lost. Nothing was real, understanding wasn’t common when it came to understanding the right but flashes of the wrong was another race around the track and the gun bullet flew in the air and so did the memories in his mind. Life stopped and time kept rolling its circled wheel when he witnessed a rush of angry wind that kept pushing him over the cliff when in seconds he turned into that waterfall that created this beautiful confusion and that is why he only can live the Wrong & Write.

Desire the Need of Sound

“Mist and shadows followed by a circled moon, the shadow that kept running between the stumps of the broken growth, and dark in a bright root within the sky that was given a mind to create a path for the following position. An art piece that was a standing wall with full followers and its own path is an open box with the word empty stamped on it with no colour but instead a radio on repeat that yelled “done done done done done”.” I remained standing upon the piece that stood hanged on the wall. A glass with red wine in one hand and my black leather wallet in the other, the sun whispering it’s goodbyes in the late evening. The sound of piano slowly danced around the free space and the sound of the oceans wave trying to flow into the night. A land that can bring two eyes in desire of something no eyes could have thought and yet I stood watching, listening, and still being in love with you.

The Room (pt. 2)

A world he was in that he could have called his was created by a room that became an apartment that magically turned into a world he could handle. He was safe playing ring around the rosie with his own spirit twirling in a sealed box with no vision of the outsides that he called home. His mind was on a highway with no intersections just simple exits to normal that he never thought of taking. A simple exit to normal on the right side of his life and here he was wanting his highlighted life to stay on the highway where the man knew what were happening, just another straight road and another starless night. He didn’t care, his mind was set, his mind knew what it wanted but it was the heart that was fighting its own mind. A battle he had to watch in a magical room he knew he wanted till the heart would speak. The room grabbed his soul for the use of the creative mind and the mind was watched by the walls of pain. The mind was entertained by the room and was given fear, the fear of a dark knight. The room was the safety zone a zone for one to hide, hide in a starless night with a closed eye and nothing but creativity to have fun with. The heart started to move, it would sneak through the skin and face the man and with without words the man felt the need of love. The heart was in pain, painful pain that brought reality into the room. Pain that the room kicked out before closing the door was sneaked in by the heart and given to the young man. A closed eye turned around and opened its own and kept it wide open for truth. The world isn’t a beautiful world it’s a shape that we’re all lured to till we find the best of it all. The eyes kept opened till its mind was given to its owner and till the door unlocked the room.