Love Venn Diagram Pt. 1

~

Her cell phones buzzes,

A quarter past eight,

I'm up bright and early but she loves it,

She turns on the television,

Thinking while she's sitting,

Contemplating this annoying decision,

But I know what she's missing,

A colorful life with perspective,

Something more reflective than a mirror's direction,

She's through stressing this,

But the pain stings harder than her slits to the wrist,

Now let's sip to this,

A new Big Bang Theory,

Our love bursts into a magnetic joy,

Spreading so clearly,

Lucky was I, hit by a meteor,

Knocking me to hell,

I mean Earth - where I sent affection from me to her,

But this was a secret to her,

Or rather us,

She and I,

The only two intertwined by the shoe strings of lust,

So she runs and runs,

In two big circles,

Pushes them together,

The center is for miracles,

The right is the good man,

And the left is she,

The one with the unsteady hand,

Head buried in sand,

Sketching the blueprints of our love venn diagram.

{-The Offbeat Human-}

Love Venn Diagram Pt. 2

I should call this piece "What if I did?"

Damned if I didn't,

I lost hope in my plan & my mission,

A man with many chances,

And if any chances were to fall,

I would glance hard at all - my petty romances,

Josh makes sense,

But when asked a question,

Shoulders get tense,

And it's on to the next one, which,

Has me thinking about the next one,

A princess was she,

Hair scent was sweet,

Body was petite,

An angel heaven-sent indeed,

Until she found me,

Down the block & up the street,

At the spot where me & her friend would meet,

At least,

Wherever I was,

I walked ahead of the stars,
Head in the orbit of mars,
Just to cover up the look of my scars,
But she wouldn't push for this love,
And when push came to shove,
I wore my glove in the bed of my beloved and called it love,
And she was the word "dove",
Flying high in the sky,
We would soar by everything and simply wonder why,
Why did I leave?
No text, no call, no sex, as I crawl,
Back to the tattoo that was printed on her sleeve,
But I believe,
In my thoughts as I reflect,
On the orgy of naive - me, her, she, and regret.

{-The Offbeat Human-}

Ciara Desert

~

And here I am,

Stranded in the middle of this desert,

Let's pretend,

That her subtle voice isn't the reason we flirt,

Her conversation stirs up sandstorms in my head,

Nonetheless,

These words she speak seek to relieve my stress,

The dullness in my chest,

The beauty of her dress,

I imagine would reflect the gorgeousness of her face,

The exhales of my sighs,

Come after our conversation's good-bye's,

Exhausted from a parched mouth is I,

Hopefully rain showers pour in her desert,

So her wetness will stop the dry,

Let it rain, let it rain,

For a raindrop will seal this letter,

Walking through every grain of sand,

I am lost in the Ciara Desert.

~

P.S. Trash cans and vacuum cleaners are awesome. (insider)

{-The Offbeat Human-}

The Manhattan Triangle

It started off as an eye-to-eye make-out,

And I could tell she desired to take out

My media until I immediately meet my seed

As I consume her media take-out

With a mouth full of greed,

Money-hungry looked her face,

Not blessed with rich grace,

But luckily I booked my ace

In the hole of my heart,

Where her being with someone else

Was an infatuation blatantly left on the shelf,

I never ever met her,

But my eyes knew her,

As we inhaled the blast of the starry pineapple hookah,

She gently touched my knee,

Blushing was free,

What's your name?

Were the words her lips chanted,

Followed by a caramel smile which skid a mile

Only to arrive to a screeching halt

And abruptly send my chin to the asphalt,

She had a man who was the friend of my friend,

And I thought to myself this has to end,

But then,

Her lover leaves for a moment in time,

Only at this time she asks for ten digits,

Legit, quick-schemed was her master plan,

To deceive what her relationship actually means,

It seems like she didn't care,

Her game was more than fair

As I grabbed her hair and whispered my number in her ear,

Buzzed out of our minds,

When will her lover return?

Depends on the power of the time,

Over the music I heard the clock strike,

And he's back like Mase gracing the mic,

The guilt, the anxiety,

Made me pause still and sit there quietly,

I felt so bad in this Glad Ziploc bag of a slow love drag,

But I ignored the fear,

Chose to chill cool,

So sincere was her mystical aura,

Intoxicating my mood till I was short of...

A breath of fresh air is what I longed for,

So we all squeezed in her four door sedan,

More room was needed but I didn't care,
Her mesmerizing stare easily made me a stan,

Two hours have passed in my spinning mind,

The thinnest line is where my heartbeat would hardly beat,

Now back at home,

Caught up with my shadow's creep,

As her body rubs mine,

Her precious lips and my cheek meet,

She pulls away and returns to her lover

And so did my acute love for her,

I couldn't have her so I became annoyed,

A boy plays with toys,

A man like me was playing with great shapes,

Teased by the taste of her love sample,

With a misty view of the city skyline,
I'm trapped in The Manhattan Triangle.

Starpoint Beach

Off the coast goes a lost love

Less likely to boast

An ego that was erased

As our wine glasses toast,

To a much better life I will see,

More of a man I will be,

Caught in your seductive web,

I try to flee,

Because your former lover

Happily left the woman standing in front of me

That my eyes see,

See I try not to recall

What those falling pictures,

Crawling scriptures,

Rushing down my wall

Wanted me to see,

But alas,

I'm free from this fairytale picture,

Inhale, exhale, taste the elixir,

Poison sipped,

Choices slipped,

Consciousness quit,

Later on to be awakened by a hard screech,

The language of scarred speech

Heard remarkably off the coast of Starpoint Beach.

Bleu Moon

The bleu moon reflects its intense light,

Deaf is right,

As silence crawls upon my face with such spite,

A baby lion last of its kind,

Raised by wolves,

Danger in a matter of time,

Will its cries be heard?

The thoughts scream loudly,

But the whispers squeal from the back of the herd,

The bleu moon still rotates on its own,

Light so white as the bone,

Fear not for hope creates on its own,

Shining perfectly down, 

Glaring back at my face,

The striking stars simply stare back at a stationary pace,

And with one wish winds down the clock,

Times up,

I'll return to my normal appearance at heart,

From the start,

I was witnessing works of art trailing the sweet tune

Of melodic sand dunes shading my view of this bleu moon.

Wonderful Housewife

If this is real,

I want to savor this moment,

Lay with this woman,

But this hate is what's growing,

And my roots were cut short,

This grass wasn't greener on the other side,

Somebody please shed light of some sort,

And I promise,

If she gives me this bliss

I'll never dismiss the long kiss

From which her gorgeous lips sip...

The stream of innocence flowing in my hand,

Dampening the dry guilt found in the palm of my hand,

Calming the man protected by his deity,

But where art thou fair lady?

For she sings the silent lullaby

Heard all around the world's faint cry,

But still inside

Is an I,

Is the sky,

What it should be?

Darker than my worse days,

And closer to my God than my church days...

And there she goes,

There she goes,

Swimming through the seas and land

As the speckles of sand heckles her toes,

In turn,

She stops abruptly to cease the burn,

Call me an unlawful intern,

Because this is where weakness meets the firm,

Now greet the term - Life,

She's the woman who's left my home,

Formerly known as my wonderful housewife.

Elude The Illusion

My consciousness expanding with time,

Thoughts shoot up just to land between every line,

Patiently waiting for mine,

Coined is the term heard at the drop of a dime,

Watch a star glisten in lime,

Green ideas bring my currency ahead of time,

Never mind,

But ponder what you see when the planets align,

Damned if I'm lying,

There it is shining,

The message of life sketched in Arabic writing,

Should this star dim its lighting?

I think not,

But believe in plot,

The body of the story of my life,

Quite short but filled with much strife,

And splash,

Goes the flood of the clash,

War of the gods,

Tale of the odds,

Myths leave the brain shook,

In effect my head nods,

Leaning forward too much,

Left in the dust,

Broken hearts and such,

But luckily my spades were clutch,

Now is that love?

Who knows,

Walk where the light shows,

My mind glows,

It deserves its own special light show,

But enter the trance,

Hypnotic conditions concocting

A colorful kaleidoscope poking out of my pants,

Am I hallucinating?

Well she didn't waste time waiting,

Mental stress excruciating,

Shading my reality with dreams worth creating,

Yet still I ask,

Why fool me?

These sick, sad little questions,

Always find a way to elude me.

Lethal Thoughts

I think with my soul,

Ponder my heartbeat yet hardly,

Never was the type to do what I was told,

But let go,

Freeze time with an iced mind,

Left with a head cold,

But that's beyond old,

A new painting was sold,

Each color expressing a different mode,

Giving a more vivid font so bold,

It's like the stars collided,

Causing an immense explosion,

And I'm stuck inside it,

But this is one-sided,

Thought not once of anyone else,

A faux love tries and it fails,

So I decide to one-night it,

Attempt to show deep emotion,

But the feelings stay hiding,

I'm trying,

To prevent my thoughts from lying,

Requiring this shallow affection to stop dying,

And take one step at a time,

Feel the fear which scare the chills,

Cautiously trickling down the spine,

As it appears I've lost what is mine,

Believe in thy self,

But where exactly is the mind?

Hand me a lethal weapon,

And in one swift second,

Shoot my conscience and send it straight to heaven,

In conclusion the solution is to just write it,

Wipe my tears away and let these words simply cry it.

Breathe Underwater

Leave me be,

Only time will set me free,

Theft was the test left,

Swollen is the weakened mind who saw the crime,

Caught in the act with no time to react,

Stolen was the hope hung from a line and left to dry,

The inhales hurt, but the exhales are much softer; 

Struggling to the surface, now watch me breathe underwater...

Breathe it in, breathe it out,

Commit the sin, but pray it out,

The wrong was done to watch the sadness melt,

Trapped in a hell bearing lakes of fire,

Left to disintegrate forgetting how happiness felt,

And numb from the shock burnt down to the last wire,

The inhales hurt, but the exhales are much softer; 

Struggling to the surface, now watch me breathe underwater...

The pain is heading south,

Downwards slide the words slipped from the mouth,

Speaking with enlightening tones,

Much less groans,

Singing angelic notes,

Positively thrown from this disheartening boat,

...Now watch me breathe underwater...

Nudity's Jewelry

She's naked, she's nude,

Awaiting her knight in shining armor,

Reality left in the dust just to alter her mood,

Visions flash before her eyes,

But to her surprise she flees from what she denies,

She's naked, she's nude,

Choked by life's grip,

The lack of breath strikes her face pale blue,

But what's this in the foggy rear view?

Luck missed her soul in the mist long behold,

A sparkling chance which appears brand new,

She's naked, she's nude,

More beautiful than ever,

However vulnerable to whoever tells her never,

As she is forever and ever naive,

Bred to conceive and not to relieve deceive,

She's naked, she's nude,

Finally fed up,

She seems to have stuffed herself enough,

Full of lies, done with the cries,

For a diamond need not dwell in the rough,

Locked up behind a wall of no trust,

Trying to scream but whispers slip out,

All thanks to the tightness of the handcuffs,

She will always know who but left without a clue,

Held back from this thing called truth,

Her face so distant from me,

Yet her tears are so used to me,

I tend to call her,

Nudity's Jewelry

Flowers of Steel

There he goes,

The little boy who wanders freely,

As he smiles he picks his nose,

Stops to stare at the sun,

His eyes become full of water,

He taps his ankles and begins to run,

Teary-eyed,

He twirls in a huge circle,

Falling flat on his back - face to the sky,

Rolling on his side,

He picks a white rose...

"This will keep me safe inside from all the fears at night.

I will see all that the eye does not, I hope I might..."

Says the little boy,

Tearing the jeans his mother sewed,

As he stands to his feet,

He sees a mysteriously hidden cove,

Walking towards it,

He tightens the grip of his white rose,

For he fears not,

Countless screams of evil shout from the cove,

But the little boy hears not,

In total darkness,

A deep voice rumbles from the depths of the cove,

Extreme sharpness,

Perfect tone of the words the voice had to say,

But what is the little boy to do?

...As he is left alone in dismay

"I've got you now. You fell right into my trap.

Stunned are you, laying helplessly in this web I spat.

I sent you a sealed letter, and you innocently read it.

I am the ultimate tempter..."

Says the deep voice,

Frightened is the little boy,

Certainly not by choice,

Those intimidating words aimed for his face,

As the tears shot from his eyes,

Undoubtedly not the gift he planned to open,

Which brought the shock to his surprise,

Running for dear life out of the cove,

Slowed down is his heart as he dove,

Landing on his back,

The little boy is scared to look back...

As he gently opens his eyes,

Sitting himself up to a kneel,

The little boy is stranded among beautiful,

Yet deceiving flowers of steel...

22:00 Hours

As I sit here with my mind clear,

Thoughts singing notes so sincere,

The tear,

Held back from the eye which sees no fear,

Contemplating an everlasting moment with you,

Shall we jump to fall or jump to soar?

Stuck in this mystery game without a clue,

Alas, I've surpassed the past,

Granting me a beautiful future for us to explore,

Let our eyes do the connecting,

Lips do the syncing,

Our subtle voices will play the music,

I possess the cable for your iPod dock,

And I hope you let me use it,

Floating on a fluffy cloud,

This love-high feels like cotton,

Your glamour never being forgotten,

Accept my invitation with a bouquet of flowers,

And meet me at the rendezvous...

At 22:00 hours...

Strawberry Field

My eyes kept on the lady in the sky,
But the moment her face turns grey,
These raindrops tend to fall from her cry,

She wants to hear me play,
My guitar every single day,
Melodies strummed,
Sounding out the thoughts I can't seem to say,

Sometimes her love smiles to frighten,
Leaving a trail of trippy visions,
All the scared feelings seem to heighten,
As I put up my tall heavy shield,
Only to let my guard down,
And wake up in a strawberry field,

Loss of all hope loves to get the best of me,
With my life I would elope,
Simply to figure out its fate & destiny,
While my mind has left to balance the uneven,
Thinking up the right path to her Garden of Eden

I'm stranded in uncharted lands, and left astray to heal.

Licking my wounds with my head in my hands,

I live to dream in this strawberry field.

Ante Up

The hunger of my heart beats on E,
As the starve hits,
So does the lost love which finds me,
I never knew I could be so heartless,
But the negative that tears me down,
Brings forth a new sunrise to stand me up,

I think it's time to ante up...

I'm guilty of a past lie,
Way passed the past's eye,
Wiping away my last cry,
Waving to the good - hello, hi,
Shouting at the bad my shallow goodbye,
Is it I whom needs to gamble away this sigh?

I think it's time to ante up...

When my foundation begins to rumble,
I realize it's the most high doing the shaking,
No words come out the mouth,
My thoughts simply mumble,
When life hands me hand-me-downs,
My own experiences lend me a helping hand-me-up,

I think it's time to ante up...

Life's a gamble that's worth the bet.

With the choice of life or death in the palm of my hand,

I choose life.

It's just sometimes difficult to live out.

Tale Of The Hidden Gem

Hidden amongst my inner fears,

My worries are hung from a line and left to dry,

As I forcefully squeeze them,

Outcomes the dirty water portrayed as these earthly tears,

Throwing spiteful jabs at the question of why,

Shielded by these everlasting layers of confusion is I,

(I begin to chip away the bad covering the good in me.

Once finished, it will all become clear to me.)

As my weaknesses are chipped away,

Slipped away is the grasp of my sins gift-wrapped for today,

Trapped in my own tree,

Branches ripped off, bark peeled back,

Lonely he only seeks to be free,

Reaching out for freedom to be handed right back,

(My covering is almost gone as I patiently stand.

All the negativity begins to sink slowly as does quicksand.)

Time's so patient yet moves incredibly fast,

The mind seems vacant,

I cherish each thought as if it were my last,

Recalling most of the vast past,

Buried within is the man,

Head of State and beyond his class,

(Completely in the nude, it appears my covering has left.

It is now on me to take my first steps.)

When that star in the sky decides not to shoot,

I fall hard trying to find that sturdy floor,

For this beautiful lie reveals its ugly truth,

Speaking misleading words heard to be ignored,

Spared are the aired emotions wished not to be exhaled anymore,

(I am now able to shine bright and progress forward.

The better part of me is now for the world to see.)

Despite the bad I encounter,

I was created for greatness.

I may only appear as that bare rock in the grass,

But to me I will always be that hidden gem living in forever's past.

Destination: Supernova

The good, the bad,
How could I forget it?
When sad add a tad bit of glad,
Split decisions keeping me level-headed,
When words don't know the half,
Thoughts begin to gas me up unleaded,

Atop it all,
Then I start sinking down,
Bound to fall,
Short of breath from the drown,
Lost at sea for all to see,
Embarrassment forced to yield,
Stopped at the waterfall of confidence so deep,

The sleep so visible,
But the dreams so stealthy,
Providing a profound visual,
Is the magical brain playing tricks on me,
And I had to find the true self,
Apparently I've been living the wrong me,

The emotions take a tumble,
Hear it kerplunk,
The soul screams its final rumble,
For a wasted heart is simply love drunk,
Vomiting its care for the world,
Blacking out from the luminous supernova,
Self-destructing due to the beautiful hangover...

Supernova: A rare celestial phenomenon involving the explosion of most of the material in a star.

I was born a star.

But I must undergo a supernova, 

So that I'll explode into the superstar I'm meant to be.

I'm on a mission, heckled by pit stops, in route to my destination.

Britney My Epiphany

Let's parachute to the end of forever,
Free falling to a bottomless pit,
Filled is the mind drilled with pleasure,
Enjoying food for thought consumed by the bit,
Hit with golden wit perceiving life's treasure,

In line is the spine of our love intertwined,
And my Britney seduced by my words,
So I simply fed her line,
Line by line she reads on,
Speeds on is the song of our bond so strong,

Shall we leap in the air to never come down,
Round for round goes the sound,
Echoing the beats of our hearts pound for pound,
Coming to a screeching halt,
Paused are break-in attempts at our love vault,

Happy am I,
With a head taped to the ground,
Eyes glued to the sky,
Then suddenly ripped off,
Lost without a cause,
The brain is stripped off,

In comes Britney,
Bearing gauze she patches my loss,
What an epiphany...

Abysmal Atmosphere

Take hold of the atmosphere,

Breathe in the tears of the sky,

Exhale the beautiful day so clear,

All concerns left in the yesterday,

For now is the moment to live,

Anticipating for what the future may say,

Left in the dust to rust,

Thus the love beyond lust,

Gliding above the endless seas,

Arriving upon opportunities to seize,

Taking control of more than the eye sees,

Atmospheric pressures exceeding what one believes,

Burdened by the highs and lows,

Swiftly goes the joy happiness shows,

Such a gorgeous world,

Heckled are those,

Possessing a pessimistic and negative swirl,

Stirring up a mix of ugly glows,

Masked are the vast reaches of the atmosphere,

For the sky is not the limit,

Up, up, and away is the cheer,

Chanting melodies of the soul found within it,

A battle lost but victory I will soon get,

Glaring down on the Earth,

As a blank stare plagues the face appearing moonlit...

They say the sky's the limit,

But I wish to surpass it.

Ascending through the atmosphere,

I hope to one day rest in peace with the stars.

Opposites Alike

Never ending strings are tied,

Placing loops around my better half,
Leaving behind tainted tears previously cried,
Revealing stern expressions forming a laugh,
Silently shouting thoughts into a mental mic,
Thinks the man who attracts all opposites alike,


Innocent cries slowly heard, 
Hear the baby fuss,
Falling short of grace from the Word,
I'm like Holy dirt or maybe angel dust,
Meaningless meanness struck by polite,
Enlightened is the man stuck in opposites alike,


Walking backwards into eternity,
Finding it's lost secrets,
Searching for what I'll learn to be,
Simply draining my destiny through life's faucets,
Stranded in the middle of everywhere,
Not quite,
Will the negative pass me there,
Arriving amongst the same opposites alike...


Shocking emotions electrocute until I'm unsurprised,
Burning fuses of intelligence, igniting stupidity,
As time decides to cut off all delights,
Testing depths of my clever and it's fluidity,
Streaming my gloomy daze into bright nights,
Shining down upon the disgraced face,
For opposites are alike...

Opposites attract, and therefore are joined as one.

They're so different, yet alike in every way.

They strengthen each other's weaknesses.

Opposites are destined to be together, until the ending of infinity has been discovered.