Pictorial Memory

I remember and words we shared. the warm comfortable feeling of home When I open my eyes and heart to you everyday from here to eternity. I'll never leave you alone, I'll always come home to those eyes so beautiful they pull me inside your soul. When we pull the most powerful force on earth.

Now I'm so used to being you, the thing's you do, you're psychotic snicker shivering myself cold, trying not to laugh. Bones ache, back cracked.

The past journey's far out night-lighted our brains after dark. Voices pass like the wind through these ears and in the back of my mind, I encounter this mirror that spins on a rack, full body reflection. My mask burns in colors swirling in delusions. It feels great to know the thuth. Father has his time to loathe. Then he coughed , "heh, heh, hee he yes yes I know" I know that you're gone and I'll never lose that thought.

This lost rendition of the past life, crawl, Walk, crawl, walking, tip toeing the alchohol breath bodily stretch. Out on a limb , droned exploration. Touching the knife with a nudge.

We pull-

Screaming thump's of terror and anger. Yelling, fighting, the sound's of Friday night are interesting and torn apart the mended heart's. I now realize that I've been left alone. The torment in my head...oh, how long will this last? I can't sleep much by myself or I'll get lost. Lonely or fall down in my dream so I can walk away like some hiddentruth and say that I dont give a f---! The past's scattered memories behind me in a shouting epiphany. They need attention too I guess...I turn my head to see more that live under a bridge in the back corner on the outside of the rectory, praising the dark cold lord outside his little sanctuary. Stink laden with piss and poverty, an old green army coat is all that's left from those skin and bones.

I am pleased to say the past remains... A day away you look to me and say "will this confusion ever come to an end ? I'm only to play the next day better than the last. If you will you can forget it all...

Full of insight if the moment is right staring straight into the light in the black sky at night seeing tommorrow as if it were today. Imaginining the event's to come...And all I need to fulfill my destiny...is just... Just one more line. Is just one more line...to much to ask for ? Just one more line...of solid ink . Comforting. Comfort

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  Yeah...one mo' line. Walking further along the ever changing circular wave sweeping the plane not drug out from forces beyond. Man creates his own hell. I certainly have. I'm stuck and dissatisfied with the outcome. So, as a result, I altered this imperfection. Slowly evolving for my satisfaction. Everything shall move on. And nothing will be perfect till the end. Void of anger, enlightened thought. Grinding these tidbit memories to your feet and far below. Those scrap's are left to the dog's. "Be sure to bring them into the house at 11 as so he does not devour the mailman on the morning route". Loss of word's in this syphany of broken chords.

  Where does this go? I'm late, I should of been there an hour ago. 14# position. Front row. I open case , leaning forth to srtaighten the tune on the radio. Now I can see the pack rat crowded room.
  Mirrorball light shards fling across the room as I lay on the bed the sour song peircing the thick layers of thought within my head. The sweat...tear's fall to the ground. I fall... And it just looked all spread out and open, transperant. For all to witness. Gruesome color's, curdling images, tattered upon life's hardships. This mind never seems to leave. Hiding from reality is a hazard. On the other hand...and damaging to your mental health. Feeding off your exuberant self-esteme. Ready to burst out as he devour's her self-opinion.

  This all come's back to me in dream's loke seashells capture the oceanic flow of noise. Always the way it is , the way it should be. Sigh...quietly, the appearance of a strange individual overwhelms this body. Walking past you the time is right for change. Still worrying about the past, keep telling myself to put it out. THe thought's of the end. Outside of the mind.

  Staring...She said she'd never leave. Never glancing back to my right the noticeable astonishing convulsion, recollections , laughing , sleeping , crying , eating . You toss your turn, you're head smile and wink in my direction.

  I was your aim , right in my eye. Your mother first upon the glass. You brought me my drink, naturally...thank you~! Breaking down into the soil, feel the ground, your skin so close. There's a resort for love with you. Made full complete understanding of space and time. We combine and dissipate into oblivion together, our eye's link to see the same visions of death. Solid oblivion the way we live. To die.

  Barreling into the earth completely different scene, spirit's flow into the room through the windows. A raging animal strikes the land dent's out life. All we've constructed , this mess...whatever? That's all a lie , sticking it out in your eye screaming for mother, I seem to be stuck when I notice that I am stuck in a nightmare, again I've abandoned. Up, I struck out of bed at age eleven after being at the zoo all day I had an earache. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed my head ached so bad and my ears rang like bee's buzzing to the beat of my heart. I screamed in fear of death. There was the white light eminating from my closet door. Holding my ears in pain , crying so loud jumped on the bed in pain trying to drown it all out of my head. All raise, hallucinate. Amongst the mist, she calls ME evil. I ignore and disappear. Now I walk away. A stranger appears into contrast.