Reception to sub-conscience

Model the euphoric first impression, the attempt to sway his smile to simmer my expectations, await your lie to fall through, followed by denial and twist of the knife. What is a hidden wound under a coat?

Unbuntu
African word meaning “we exist because of others”

Unbuntu
African word meaning “we exist because of others”

Humanities preparatory academy// 
Foragers, producing their own food,
Ecuadorian cafe, vintage imports
Meant to take your place,
Periodical paintings
Mother renounced her image bestowed
Parting friends for individuality, unconditional love between them.
Misplaced location, wanted to leave a nostalgic note, revealing a proud figure,
Buisness under the cashier,
Turkish grizzly bear Fax my sister
El Quixote as my idol
Freedom Tunnels is where robotic faces break down. Love or hate simplistic material, print shops makes it all better
Turniquet finally unwrapped, blood runs dry, you’ve finally requested my presence
Have I healed since then, or does the wound still suffer? With a Vagabond edge, does the angel or devil wield the handle? Managing my hours in the hopeful future’s time frame. Let me know what must be done until then. It wasn’t an accident that we’ve crossed paths. For Debbie.

Humanities preparatory academy//
Foragers, producing their own food,
Ecuadorian cafe, vintage imports
Meant to take your place,
Periodical paintings
Mother renounced her image bestowed
Parting friends for individuality, unconditional love between them.
Misplaced location, wanted to leave a nostalgic note, revealing a proud figure,
Buisness under the cashier,
Turkish grizzly bear Fax my sister
El Quixote as my idol
Freedom Tunnels is where robotic faces break down. Love or hate simplistic material, print shops makes it all better
Turniquet finally unwrapped, blood runs dry, you’ve finally requested my presence
Have I healed since then, or does the wound still suffer? With a Vagabond edge, does the angel or devil wield the handle? Managing my hours in the hopeful future’s time frame. Let me know what must be done until then. It wasn’t an accident that we’ve crossed paths. For Debbie.

Wither
Confronted by past visions
Yearning ghosts
Ominously perpetrated
Helio - whips 
Caving insides eroded by fear
Uncaging the soul to yearn

Wither
Confronted by past visions
Yearning ghosts
Ominously perpetrated
Helio - whips
Caving insides eroded by fear
Uncaging the soul to yearn

6 hour sleep,  all day a roar, 
Tire the senses to vitality, built to adapt.
 Soundscapes drag a lingering veins

6 hour sleep,  all day a roar,
Tire the senses to vitality, built to adapt.
 Soundscapes drag a lingering veins

I’m speechless on weathering my thinking on impulsively building a barrier between my loved ones. Is it to keep my enemies instead? Or to culture a way of life that they can’t criticize? Nonetheless would it be eminent?  To deem their fork in the road in our path. I’ve only noticed my ingrown calloused roots unbalance my foundation. I wish to be stable, but who will yin to your yang.

I’m speechless on weathering my thinking on impulsively building a barrier between my loved ones. Is it to keep my enemies instead? Or to culture a way of life that they can’t criticize?

Nonetheless would it be eminent?  To deem their fork in the road in our path. I’ve only noticed my ingrown calloused roots unbalance my foundation. I wish to be stable, but who will yin to your yang.
Turtle Shell
Fault lines rumble the shell, I belittle my talents into tight unseen corners. Remain escorting this turtle face close to home. Ears reel in distant sincere voices, calling not my name, but their own. Wait until mine is belowed. Thus showing feeling when the show is over, and the doors are closed. Do I really desire to materialize beauty of life, for a sense of pride.
Hanging on to the rock by a strand of tendon, do I let go? Where will it fall. Rock bottom, or where I stand?

Turtle Shell
Fault lines rumble the shell, I belittle my talents into tight unseen corners. Remain escorting this turtle face close to home. Ears reel in distant sincere voices, calling not my name, but their own. Wait until mine is belowed. Thus showing feeling when the show is over, and the doors are closed. Do I really desire to materialize beauty of life, for a sense of pride.
Hanging on to the rock by a strand of tendon, do I let go? Where will it fall. Rock bottom, or where I stand?

Serene exhales, their entrails on a fogged path, blur between existence, harmonized mist glides into the environment’s pores.
Eroded Terrain amongst buildings haunted by vines. Florescent water streaming in veins that grips matter by the cells.
I listened to her warnings, they spread throughout, caused uproar and disorder, thirst
Quenched by dreaming, falling puzzle pieces, I’m held by remorse

Serene exhales, their entrails on a fogged path, blur between existence, harmonized mist glides into the environment’s pores.
Eroded Terrain amongst buildings haunted by vines. Florescent water streaming in veins that grips matter by the cells.
I listened to her warnings, they spread throughout, caused uproar and disorder, thirst
Quenched by dreaming, falling puzzle pieces, I’m held by remorse

Excruciating Passive aggressiveness
Dire neutrality,
Welting at the crevice
Welcoming the next abyss
Junctioned to repetition
Televating state 
Contempt has me waiting
Pressured to the brink
Rushing stress regurgitated
Into a puddle until fatigue
Repeat

Excruciating Passive aggressiveness
Dire neutrality,
Welting at the crevice
Welcoming the next abyss
Junctioned to repetition
Televating state
Contempt has me waiting
Pressured to the brink
Rushing stress regurgitated
Into a puddle until fatigue
Repeat

Currupt Conscious
Bent on stagnant branches, not for it’s  progression, but for experience and convenient ventures.

Currupt Conscious
Bent on stagnant branches, not for it’s  progression, but for experience and convenient ventures.