i’l scream if i stop laughing im going to ask you about life the lose ends and old things karmas pavement and such little stops that have caused you strife i wonder how your hurt has ben how the fucks and the fiends call your name out loud and when it came to an end how depressed could you be? how many lies did you go through what were there names? did they remind you of me? some times the blanks the ones left out of the story wrap me up in themselves did the even say thanks? in the quiet evenings when the moon was blue when you were lost was the only word stuck in your head " you " did that word even have meaning because when i was lost i was so hurt and beside my self i could allways here you i could allways see the amount of everything that has happened to you i just want to know please never forget me please allways love me cry for me cry so hard that the word you is all that you see because the word ever day the word you was allways inside of me and when you were in moments of extasy i hope that you were thinking of me im so scared for the past im so scared for the future but right now im waiting for you to call me ////////////////////////////////////////// love is old news i think the thought of love is relativly something the rest of the world doesnt really get. when you come to this realization or something that tickles that back of your mind or something that makes you turn your head ....thats your thought of love... it has come to my mind that my love is a never ending stare... something that never leaves your mind...the first thing that you wake up to.....the thing you dream of....the fealing you wake up to.love really is something that can take you completely over... change your world your mindset and the way you live your life.. you never forget it. never lose your self in love ...let it get lost inside you. when sadness your lonelyness hits you like a tone of bricks.. love willcome to the rescue. it might takehours days years ... but it is on its way. i know this because i see the love in all the people that love me...that miss me...that dream of me and the fealings i give off..when your on your own and the fealings trap you...let love in and trap it in there ..it will eat away all the hurt pain and grief you might feal...i am depply in love. my love has transformed into something that is love a thousand fold... it has removed lies and deciete from my body...simpled and humbled even more...and most know me as someone of deep love and respect and a dam teddy bear...well ive gotton worse! lol...im just saying...i love you...you guys might want to check out my love of my life ...her name is rachel..shes is a beast of passion and understanding...a suolmate of mine...and a person of great spiritual stature...over 5 yeahrs ive known her...hurt her and caused her problems i dont even probobly know about...but one thing inever forgot ...even through having a child and raising one ...lieing to myslef to love another...ive never stopped thinking about her... ive never stopped loving her..shes is fantastic...a great fighter lvoer dreamer and believer..a person who will stand for love...knows its power...and has trapped it inside her...ive have hurt many in my years...her the most...forgiveness is loves bestfreind...because life without it is simply not life but a horrible nightmare...it has saved my life... with those to things someone so far away has saved me...you can become whatever you want if you believe in yourself...let the true beauty of what your capable of inside...just flow out of you...and on to the others you love...people you love..do you understand that you can make love from nothing...a simple hello can change the world for many people...remember to just be out there...go for love...because next comes happiness...and being happy is what everyone strives for...and i think me and her have found it...i hope i can help many other people find it with my spirit and my love...i love you. ///////////////////////////////////// shes watching me do you see her reflection ... in every shiny surface ... do you look back behind you ... at the carpet where her tracks have stayed ... when you close your eyes... is she painted on the edge of everything you see... when you walk by the bathroom can you almost smell her ... can you hear you getting ready for the day ... do you fall asleep in the morning where she used to stay ... by the edge of your bed you do you feal her watch you write every day ... do you hear the little words she throws at you ... can you still feal the tears she allways tastes ... can you hear her thousands of miles away ... do you dream of her every day ... all the words in side your head ... she seems to hear before there even said ... she repeats them back to you in ways that were never ment ... not for mortal eyes has she ben made ... but that of an angels ... of something heaven sent and deep beyond all understanding ... a creature of love that wades through your iner being ... finding every little thing ... all of that what makes you you ... bringing it to the surface ... waiting for her to come around and inspire it off you ... she is your muse ... allways there but in the corner of your eye ... showing you shes still hear ... she is warm ... and leaves a cool touch ... a little reminder ... a little tear ... /////////////////////////////////////////// a dream i woke up this morning i barely shed a tear a giant eye with fingers of gold comes to eat my light in a dream it has bound me to a chair with some kind of elaborate machine it billows with a slow hum gently i escape and the eye and the machine turn to dust and in front of me some kind of electric sound grows i walk up on to a stage with the world in front of me like a god ive escaped to see such a beauty from some kind of miraculous dream then to just wake up and i find out its a product of some machine an elaborate illusion projected and broadcasted through the sounds of of all of our dreams