Abused Mind, Still Intelligent

Passionate love, my form of communication;

Worn and abhorred by such a torn generation-

My souls essence is gold and pleasant, yet always rejected

and stored for gluttons to suddenly have seconds//

Despite the messes I've sworn to pour in time and investments,

correcting the wrongs and jesting among the strong chances..

That i'm DOOMED...

Through and through, who could use an abused and a short fused

deluge of emotional instability?

Always able to ruse and choose between two dudes...

Me and a rude douche who uses blows to the head and to assume

pure serenity//

Is it me, who sees the creased and torn pieces

of each persons demons appearing when love begins breathing?

AND SOON;

Love wiill bloom, no matter how amused the confuser is-

Proves to be the truth, yet views from another bench;

In the end, we can all pretend that our decisions

we rendered and made hints at escapades we wanted to be in...

Visions of lively times and poetry filled with rhyming lines

to survive the highest and lifeless lies,

yet squandered by violence and dire cries;

To be the man you need...

And break free of these damning feelings of insanity;

Dressed as a heretic reciting lines from Christianity's

Bible, fuck the mainstream; And Bill O'Riley-

Contrite as my heart is, partly due to watching Barney;

Working as a carnie, harming my own army of dark thoughts,

Mark it down and start your clocks, make sure it don't stop; Watch//