...The Victim - After All it was beaten into them...

Beaten mentality...
like the unwanted soul of unborn.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
The mind is a terrible thing for making decision in haste.
Stripped of self control
scatter brained
selfish self of selfish taste
and controlled like a religion of unclear vision...
for a man to take
from a woman who create

take and break
take and break

the psychosis of the diagnosis
long term effect and set
for the destruction of self worth
beaten and abused
sad like a victim
mind hardened like a prison
and left with:
no humility
or conscience to make a beneficial decision

only a role to play
the manifestation of the victim
a unique solider of uncontrollable emotion
when insanity of the mind is used,
in turn,
like a weapon...
that fends off
the abuse as it thickens and no one
no longer takes the time to listen
to that blabber of indecision...

Left alone to pick and choose
like an alcoholic that doesn't let you take the booze.

the victim never asked to be
the victim never does see
the victim in some cases likes to be
and reaches to the places where songs of sympathy can sing

They solely ignore the voice of reason
and the compassion for concern.
And if one cares,
then one gets burned...

Flipped like a light switched
any input is like the undoing of a weak stitch
open wound exposed
the victim easily hardens to a close
from a sweet interior
the victim defends the feeling
of feeling inferior...

After all
it was beaten into them.

The heart she saw and the heart she unfelt...

I'll never know cause she never gave me a chance...
I'll never know cause she never saw me dance....
I'll never know because of the distance...
I'll never know because I seek no control...

I can only be what life offers me...
I can only stand where god has allowed my two feet...
I can only see what life portrays of my honesty...
I can only feel what this world means to me...

But if for a second I could separate body and soul...
if for a second I could let her know...
What I envision through these eyes...
and What I mean, through this mind...

Then tonight
and maybe in this life...
I would not be alone...

Like a fairy tale with no happy ending...
and a romance of lust, lacking beginning...
I'm a nomad of desire,
like whiskey to a camp fire,
for only a second, can ignite her fire...
that's the only way i'll have it...
cause i know...
only she can hold
the control of her desire

Like an r&b song
hammering my mind on a desolate night...
I can't fight your internal intuition.
You are who you are...
and that's what I appreciate the most
Maybe someday I'll be...
or Maybe someday I wont...

but at the end,
of that day,
you know
I know
that I made you smile...

Even hit a spot in your heart
that you deny with all your might...
Hit a spot in your heart
on a random night...

so close your eyes and lay yourself to rest...
after all,
when you close your eyes,
is when you imagine this best,
cause in that dream
we both have seen
exactly where
and what life seems to be...

just a bare blank stare,
day by day...
and how fast
the seasons do change,
as our life continues to age...
as we hope for happiness
in hopes of happier days...

Yours Truly...
My truest intentions

Yours Truly,
My biggest indecision

Intrigued by bare Character

Curiosity breeds the extremities in me.
More or less,
exposed and bound,
by the impressions felt,
as situations grow then melt.

And hearts speak the language of felt.
Emotions trapped by scenes of the past,
and influence,
Well, influence...
seems to always last,
and linger...
In hopes we never duplicate the mistakes
that injured our hope in the first place.

Self experience is all that we can know,
It's how we judge,
It's how we love,
and how our spirit flows...

Wishing upon a star,

or removing a flowers petals,
the r&b jam on the oldies radio.

The want to know and care,
for something like:
The familiarity of a scent
or the memory of a smile...

Feeling the emptiness in every breath,
and missing the care or caring-ness...
That was taken and left...
Creating  emotions like
a toy in the box that is no longer played with.

See,
Be,
Feel the need,
forget what deceived,
explore the chemistry
and follow the intrigue that leads
by leaving
and releasing
until the heart is metaphorically content.

In the end the love that came and went,
there was and is a reason for it,
and why it no longer exists.

YouRs TruLy,
Intrigued by bare Character

yESTERDAY

Promise me there is a New Day.
A new day...
One that is not too far away
A hope for tomorrow
A hope that I can leave my sorrow in yesterday

I feel the winds of change
they started from a slight breeze
and manifested into a category three
I feel myself being swept away
as I hold onto the familiarity of yesterday

Moving forward
while looking back
reaching out to save one last
time from the memory bank of my mind
before today, I lived yesterday.

StereO THE TypE

My introduction, no NeeD for IntroDuctioN
You already thought you knew me... but I must inform you
Your perception can be misleading,
disrupt your entire being,
all for the sake of hearing and believing...
Verbal segregation
Alleged allogations
Insecure accusations
Think before you speak of
Spreading Words that separate relations
Yours Truly,

My Name In Blood

When I think of You... I Imagine you...

When I think of you
I imagine you.
I'm seeing you and feeling you
through a personal vision of deep burning desire.

What I know, How I know, and Why I know
is the basis for what the fuels my fire.

You're the thought in my day,
When my mind starts to stray,
the eyes start to fade,
daydreaming of the day.

A primary focus compromised
by a silhouette of heavenly decent,
encapsulated in illicit illusion,
I envision in erotic ways...
Hotter than the hottest days,
More alluring than this place,
where I exchange time for wage.

I am teased by thought of you
and aroused by the vision of you.
So much, that next time I see...
I will be engaged in the exploration 
of how you're day went...
This verbal elation will evolve and
signal some sexual sensations...
and the under tones of the conversation
will be forever changed...

But beware...
watch out for what you tease
direct and indirectly
the ignition of My mind
Is savage-ly
long lasting
repetition upon repetition...
An artful admission
to a venue of sensual expositions,
flexible in submission, and verbal in admission...

mmmmmmm... When I think of you...  I imagine you...

By
MarkG

The Window of Opportunity

The Window of Opportunity
by MarkG

There's a place where the story is untold
A place with a story that never unfolds
locked away between "what if" and "never happens"
A figment of the imagination
trapped between reality and fiction

Pass this erogenous zone
lies that moment where everything seems frozen,
but still moves in motion.
Its like procrastination paired with hesitation
I want to but I don't...

It's the vision of what is seen
and the silence of what is felt.
Like a call from the wild
to our inner self...

The stare, the glare,
the distance between
the eyes and the conversation without words...
A brief gateway opens to thy soul
and at a moments notice... it can close.

A window of opportunity opened
but is now closed
like a crease in time
a memory grows old
fading into the distance like a story that was never told.

Yours Truly,

Innocence Is Bliss