The rat tamer

They’re in the dark corners you pretend not to notice, and they come out to play when it’s dirty inside… or sometimes just at random…
The rats that you tried to hide, running rampant chewing up your curtains and carpets…taking your values for randsome. They grow if you feed them, they become rabid when you attack them, they only get smarter when you try to trap them.
Try to drown them in poison, that might kill you too… So what can you really do?… except make it worse…

Well, we all have rats ofcourse, and You can’t get rid of them, you just have to find a way to learn to live with yours.

Sincerely,
The rat tamer

Buried alive 

‘Buried alive’ 

Feelings that had blossomed into something beautiful, thrown back into the undergrowth, like a beam of  light sucked into a black hole. I couldn’t see the picture, you couldn’t play the roll… So we fought what felt right, and turned dawn back into night. We buried our emotions… a thought that has left me terrified. because I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I burried mine alive…and that is such a cruel thing to do, to anything at all…

lusting real love

I try not to get too caught up in appearances, but how could I not lust for lips that speak truth… How could I, not get lost in eyes, that have seen love in everything. How could I not marvel at a selfless smile… And how could I, not long to hold, a body that is home to such a beautiful soul?

Be 

Individual battles that rattle our collective mind, painfully breathtaking, left us shaking, soaked in emotion, barely coping, hoping, floating, in an ocean of negativity. We dread…

Inactivity, from A will once strong, that now seems so tender. We grow colder as sin sits on our shoulders and urges us to surrender…
Our pride,

We do our best to hide fears, we dry tears, with lies…we flee from the now, and run rings round our own eyes… Somewhere in the miserable circles we see, we’ve forgotten how, to just be…
Free.

With our feelings, and thoughts. so anxious, to spend all the time we bought, we waste what little we have left. A twisted self-theft that leaves our true selfs on the bottom shelf. And our broke hearts in dept. we seek…
Verve.

To regrow the nerve,  to learn how, to just do,  without knowing exactly how…  to just be, and appreciate the unrivaled excellence, of now.

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Lost at sea 

Lost at sea, where I can find myself;  

Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, for all that’s here to see is my eerie reflection, drifting. I find myself sifting through ship wrecks left behind. Diving too deep, yet somehow washed up on freedoms shoreline… Im tired, and I’m lost, but I’m doing just fine… 

Sinai 

    The preacher begins to speak of peace, as the quire grows quiet. The sermon was yearning to learn, the demons were burning in the urns of those earning. 

The spirit however, did not desert the undeserving. Every soul within the temple could feel a tide turning, in a baptism of realism. Manifested true, through a catalogue of material cataclysms. Each eye saw the same Visions of the Schism.
The walls began to burn, unconcerned by who was what, or who wasn’t  with sin. The temple began combusting, like a furnace, yet not even a single Scream scratched the surface; 

The preacher was now looking increasingly nervous. Pushing his faith desperate to see the purpose, of the torture that he had used to torch the tortious…

Wealth had now become worthless; to all the snowy Saints in their burning churches. That now claimed to know of holy verses, yet could not recall their saviours birthplace; 
The quire so inspired that they sang through the fire, until the entire procession sought out a new professions. 
Like the holy smoke that filled their lungs and stained the air. They where there, yet everywhere. A heavy cross to bare, till they were near, their last breath…

A church full of New desciples that wrote divergent bibles, as they stifled, walking through the fiery shadow of death…

Faded memories 

 

Memories faded from the day I swapped hills and valleys for streets and alleys. Time wasted, days played out the same way, summed up at the bottom of a rhum cup 
Darkness comes and goes as it pleases. Time may heal all wounds, but I’ve been a patient patient, now I do what I must to ensure the pain eases. I find short lived moments of peace, while lost in the solitude. I’ve been struggling to force fortitude, while watching my darkest fortunes come true… I run towards yesterday, for I fear Tomorrow is just another today…  

Memories faded, from the day I swapped suits and ties for peace of mind, and busy scenes for planes of green. Temporary moments of peace found their way to me, through fresh air and stunning views. Almost beautiful enough to help me forget the hell ive been through… 
Bluer skies and brighter days, all to help memories fade 

Concentric 

 

The ‘hows?’ are locked down in the basement, the ‘whys?’ are trapped up in the attic.

The truth is often several stories too high, or too low, to be of any use, to us…white lies are just, easier to trust 

We strive to see, our perspective rise, with our pasts disguised as now, looking for the wise with know-how 

For every waking minute, we see, the ego diminishes, what we analyse… within our minds , we realize,  eyes were never that precise.

As we visualize and manifest our goals, the ‘why?’ is the cause, the ‘how?’ is the reaction, governing our laws of attraction. A dispondent correspondence, that vibrates even the greatest of pagans…

In the maddening mystery, that is the architecture of our surreal reality,  it is from the ‘whys?’ we derive true satisfaction, the ‘hows?’ are but beautiful distractions.

Perched in the dark, like the old owl, The whys make us wiser, the hows make us howl. We take flight into the untold night… The wise always find out how, by asking why