Too Drunk To think Straight

[Smaerd]

Loved
Help me see you, with my mind and not my eye's,
Image is love's accomplice and worthless disguise,
Love is shroud of emotion, and hope,
it too can have one hanging by rope.

What is happiness without derived anguish?

If one can live through its' happiest climax,
Then one must live through it's worst.
Unless selfishley enough,

The only living desire is, "relax."

That poem turned into puke pretty quick I might be too drunk but here I go trying again!

Ocean of Dreams
Sail, for the day
Fail, lose your way.
Either, or.
Rest asured,

There is someone out there.
They know how you feel,
always leaving you without a care,
but making sure you know your real.

Dream, far from here.
Float, through your fear.
Decide, or wait.
Always know,

The times you felt alone,
those day's you were ill,
how that mirage of hope had shown,
just to keep you still.

Descend back to reality,
where your eye's stare blank,
and your mind is empty.

I wrote that a while ago, once again more pukkke.

On My Way
As I slip, and I fall,
While I trip, and I crawl.
Will you be on my side?
I'm lost will you be my guide?
The end is near,
are you here for my last tear?

Queries, pardon my sorrow,
Oblivities, sorround my fate,
while entering a new gate.
eternal glee replaces my morrow.

Risen, above a buetiful abyss.
Lost, beeming into nothingness.
New inhabitance replace the old,
another beggining, after a world so cold.

I am free, I am free.

To The Dirt
In a world sorounded by life
though all I can think of is death

I stare into the roots of the grass
I pull/lift them with my mind
just gazing into the dirt

thinking of seeds understanding their lonliness
we're full of half lonliness just below our navals

we struggle to walk
we have no destination
we are animals
raised with the innate beliefs of

IMMORTALITY, MEANING, INCOMPLETNESS, INCOMPETANCE

We only know how to ask questions of How, Where, When, Why.
Which all are relevant to time and location.
time is species created; based on our arrival to the dirt;
A locus is devised through life attained knowledge
to the dirt...

then back to the roots we are lifted to life again
were we exist in only past actions balanced in nuetral energy.
a place where memory, future, and present balance are unkept and infinite.

and I still breathe this, as I walk.
And I know this as I talk.
Forever lost, forever lost.
as I walk.

[A dream I had last night I call "Oblivion Dream"]
I'm in a group of "movie" extras. All of these kids/teens are at a deserted house like structure for some form of reunion for a movie. No one was cooperating with each other. there was no director present nor were we sure what we were to do. But it was being done wrong.

I recall being in a random structure with the same meaning as a basement. I am with Bryan. I am assuring him the world is ending soon. I run into a gym class in which my old gym teacher was teaching. I snooped through his bag and found a pack of winston lights. He scruffs my hair and I walk away with bryan. We both gaze at each other I swear I actually saw his face in this dream. I say I just want a cigarette before the world ends.

I recall being outside and my legs keep getting intensely warm. I am remarking it to a crowd that wasn't present before. then they cool down as the ground shakes. I am smoking a black and mild. my legs are hot the brown earth is splitting in a vertical direction. I run horizantal I felt as if I eluded this quake and I would be fine as I watch bryan run still on the crack of the earth. I feel remorse for him, then I see the ground beneath me is cracking even faster. I try to invision myself ontop of a tree branch hanging to lucid dream my way from the indemnant death. the ground cracks more, I'm not in the tree everythings so hot, mother nature took me. I woke up dead.

[spicoli]

that is good stuff. i love it.
very introspective, you are.

[Smaerd]

If I wasn't introspective I would be dead.
Thank you for the compliments Spicoli! I love to hear advice from caring people.

[Smaerd]

The Fight or The Champion?

You maintain a status of apathy,
where the void of care should be.
I am fixated to you, although your empty,
never has a person done this to me.

The manner in-which you lead is ridiculous,
gauging, on how you control the one,
appointed to your own odious.
Malicously, slaugtering all we've done,
elaborately, ignoring the word's you've won.

We'll be together for the end,
not, of our lives, but rather our relationship.
Evanescently your feeling's will bend,
varying on how poorly I slip.
Every well distributed emotion to you was,
regret. It will end, it always does...

Be this cold-hearted stain,
the truth will always remain,
however I return to my fane,
Every haunting memory of you is coagulated pain...

Same as a punishment towards oneself,
grand it is to escape.
Ode, be to you,
Ode, to us through.
Damning this to mere rape.
Bargaining this item off it's shelf...
Yearning the ignorance of this experiance...
Every word of this is just sour cadence...

{Edit:}THe secrete message is underlined.
Ehh so so but it has a hidden message how cliche and cuuuute...GRRRARRRRR RR!!!

[Porcelain]

Spot on, Smaerd

[Pharm Girl]

I see the secret message...........~

Anyone else??

[Smaerd]

"You Win The Game We'll Never be the Same GoodBye"