2 parts. 2 energies.

yin and yang.

male and female.

warrior and artist.

extremes of both

scale of rainbow in the middle

fight to death

create what u feel

ha.

so I do this regularly, from time time.

Balancing myself out, just to have that point of unbalancing my balance.

I do things these things, so inside I hear the scandal.

Not one, but five, trying to feel the adrenaline live

I guess old habits don't die fast, they stay until the last

moment of the past, is a passing moment of the old stance.

First unbalancing, than blasting my fence,

and find my self fencing my idiotic self.

the questions, the fears, the super stupid ideas.

projecting like never, never-ending story of a clever,

person who died in own thoughts. what dumb ideals.

stronger and more sensitive.

paradox.

Stop! Wait!

Not now.

No..

In fact, yes now, bring it on! Swing!

Give it the best you have.

I wanna see how much can I take.

I want to test my limits. I want to know when do I break.

I want to experience my limits.

I want to pass my limits.

By not limiting.

Bringing it to extremes of my perception.

I won't die. But even. Death's what makes me live.

So come on!
Don't hold!

You're not altruistic.

I understand you pain.

But I want to see, and feel.

it will set me free.

From the bonds which bond me,

from before now. the past is longing.

I don't need it.

So hit!

Come on already,

I don't have a whole day,

a whole week,

a month,

a life!

Its tough

I know,

but its your pain you want to let go.

I am here.

I've done my bids.

Shed the tears,

focused on my weight,

and now I need you,

so I can have the clean slate.
Of now.

And here.

to react from my real nature,

to what I hear,

experience, and feel.

So come on!

Hit!

See the smile and the brown eyes.

A glow of beauty which blinds.

It blinds the blind. It stuns the others.

A laugh, carries joy.

Any boy, stops in his feet.

For she isn't another toy,

another someone, another anyone.

Dazed, confused.

Can only mumble a word.

The one who isn't : doesn't,.. is a fool.

Too rough to see, too scared to breathe.

Fear of the what is inside. So they mostly see the shine,

of the makeup,

for aesthetic beauty, is also there.

The one which turns heads,

and calls the hunters.

of the outer glow.

Her beauty so strong.

Burns and flies, in beholders eyes.

Sensitive. how it is, to be.

So close, to feel,

but not touch.

To share

but not own.

To open,

but not be on your toes.

Not watching from where will come the blows.

This feeling. It builds. Foundation, for the new things,

trust comes with time.

She

shakes

screams

smiles in miles!

throws hands up in style

laughs

looks

sees

feels

when angry kills

bites and digs

has some things

like tears

moments of down

a princess without a crown

in an astonishing gown

but oh the looks

the skin so soft;

become lost

when near her thighs,

hips,

the only tattoo which

her uniqueness tends,

and legs.

a road

shapes and curves

like satin, soft.

lips, tender,

a beauty like none,.

true,

but in the morning,

when she smiles,

without hides,

is when the clues.

of her beauty.

sing that blues

in the lonely mornings of snooze.

Neverland, press play, and your imagination runs wild.

A little road, green rocks, cold laughing wind, and a blind tree.

People are smiling,

but the smiles are distorted,

smiles are rainbows.

Raining the blows,

the red drops

become black snow.

Everything in this world is sorted,

but,

not quite.

Light up that spot,

not there,the one on the right,

does that seem all right? Go more left,

its where it really is;
Kids wearing silly things,

suits and ties, blues and lies.

Blue images flying in the skies. They do.

They form ties,

to get by, try, and try.

Trial and error, sensitivity to terror, horror, crippled aberration in honor,

put it in a bag, and just

kapoooooooooooof!!!

A myriad of shadows, dancing on the wall. Once he stood tall, but now he is just a shadow of himself. Just a shadow, he is still so strong, to him a crown of kingdoms could belong. Though ignored for too long, the past, it grew too heavy and it enveloped him. His heart veined with pain and fear, and the demon more often appeared,with indecency resided within him, since days when he was a boy.

"I know you.. you sinful demented creature" said he. Burning inside. Waking up from yet another set.

"I know you very well. You are mine, born by fear. Though I do not sense the fear anymore, I just see you. Atrocious as you are. You are what they call in those pathetic stories, my doom; in which I fell, a heinous painful demise, the abhorred partner in the trivia of all the ridiculous paradoxes"

The room turned red. The walls black.

"Appearing only when I am foolishly weak, when the troubled past of mine starts to creep close.

I am you, and you are me.

We play.

Rough blades of old, dances of subtlety in the cover of disfigured emotions, bloody wounds and wicked smiles. It shakes the bones of others. That is why they cannot possibility know. Only he senses it. He is of my blood after all. Others do not know. They cannot comprehend, the games which lasted generations, decades, the tradition between our curse and you.

You and me will play on.

Until, one of us, removes his presence in this life. I know well, matter do not your treacherous words; it will be me who disappears first. I know that you know. Mark my words though. You will go down with me too. You will cease to exist, dark tool.

It is my consolation, my ace, which you cannot steal.

In others.. maybe"

Paused for a moment. A tunnel. Stream of memories. It stopped. Too fast. Abrupt.

It stopped on him. He stood. Sharp and determined. A warrior. With a sensitive hearth.

His sad eyes opened wide. Terror, it struck him. Heavily, precisely.

".... but not him. Do not dare touch him! Or I will eat you alive.I will bend my already bent back to burn your black soul. I will eat you, bloody will it be.

Do not even dare.

Do not even dare to be there, next to him, where,

he stands taller than I was, wiser than you are.

...."

Silence. A moment of recognition.

From the sea of silence he knew.

The blackness of everything told him.

Not in words.

Not in thoughts.

"Dare him. I dare you. He has vastness which you don't see. A space which will absorb you. DARE HIM!

And you will see your end.

You will lose yourself in the dept.

Petty is your existence"

He died.

A smile on his dead face.

A dead body on a chair.

In the black room.

Somewhere.

Far away.

Late night tinglings

This tingling in the chest,

it's almost like a beat.

Beating on, and on and on,

Stripped, naked, bare and strong.

The beat is yours, its vibrant.

It is life, it vibes with ALL

Its a key, unlocks things.

Its a bomb, it brings explosions.

Restlessness. Discomfort.

I definitely feel. I feel the feelings of now#

The feelings of now, and the ones of before.

They are linked, its how I react, to the act of her, and her.

Mixed in her.

Her.

Yes her.

No, I am not helpless. No, I am not a romantic. I do not fly, in illusions of the moment.

I fell down. Many times, so now I know. Time gives wings.

Only if you appreciate time.

Time and its moments. The moments of the moments.

The minutiae.

Her minutiae. Her eyes, the looks. The windows, tinted in brown. The corners of the lips, the little smile. The nervous tapping. Her smile. Yes. Her smile. Raw. Expressing. She is the beauty of natural.

The way she moves, she screams, she laughs.

Her curves. It drives me insane. Her softness.

Its not of this earth.
Her ranting, annoyance and flaming up. She flames up.

Burns so fast.

She burns and burns. Over and over. So soft in nature, delicate to effort. ¬

She needs freedom. She demands space. But not coldness. But support of warmth.

No judgement is needed. We are all different. No ones pain is greater than the others, nor it is lesser.

I am not a romantic. I am not a helpless illusionist.

I like to build. Stability and peace.

I like to feel airy, excited and free.

Sometimes sensitive for chaos and strong for freedom.

I am no ones. No one is mine.

But we share.