July 2012
codified inshrined tidied are the boarders the meaningless grunts o the revolving thoughts of the mind occupied with though. Deep thoughts the butterflies in on my walls that so crawl up my walls stop at your door the gate of the closeness of the cross that marks the x on the stop that is most prominent at the end my mind bullers the butterflies powerfull wings snag me I let go of one wing and the other struggles for freedom
the battle for who blinks first
the way you stair
the way you move
the way your eyes tease with ease
sometimes
its the way you avoide the issue
fissure
sure it is who blinks first who says yes
and puts their hand in the air and betrays the other
i always fall for those women who make you work hard even when
you have them eating out of your hand physically you can never truely understand the motives
I say I don’t have a type by the correlative similarities the varied parmitations the attempt to visualise focus confine the feelings in verse codify the intentions.