Anonymous Art Form

Enriching your finest dreams
I quickly re-stich your minds seams;
Drawing art on blank hearts,
Tearing the frame apart.
Seeing through plastered eyes
Trying to revise disguises,
Molded a Mona Lisa mask
The cold clay unfolding at last,
Now its known
You're your own, masterpiece.

Entangling heart strings
As this mangled art sings,
These screams were found
Around a museum,
Of deserted feelings.
The ceiling collapsed as
Abstract strokes of symmetry
Bled every forgotten memory.

Everlasting has his time spent
Reinventing broken mind sets,
The scenery seems empty
But it didn't die yet
A pallet, with worlds of colors
Drips wet.
The artist is anonymous
And must hide hints.
He continues painting pictured words
But I'm blinded.


As always, all comments are appreciated

Blah! So yesterday, I got in a car accident, and wow that sucked ass. You have no idea, for one, Erika was in the car with me, and I never wanna hurt her in any possible way, and to know that I got her in a f'n car accident sucks so bad...

And then to top it off, my cars f'd too.. so I dunno when I'ma be able ta drive again.. which is gay...

BUTTTTTTTTTTT

The worst part about the whole entire thing is after it all happened, I got out and was talking to the guy I hit, and then went back to check on Erika again.. and then looked back at them, and his gurl was out of the car.. and I walked over...

SHE IS PREGNANT! I'm sooo scared to see what happens with the baby and all that I'm seriously praying for that baby nearly every moment of the day...

well minus the fact that I got in a car accident and all that stuff.. yesterday was great :) You make me so happy.. and I let you see a part of me yesterday not many see.. and you welcomed me into your heart so perfectly...

I'm blown away by your ability to handle situations

Well thats all for now...

Good night New York- Or Michigan- Or whatever...

Bah, well I've read a couple other entries and they all go on and on about they're day and all that. And I'ma lazy person, so I won't get into detail. Lets juss say, that today was made a memorable Christmasmas because of you :)

I got all I could wish for this Christmas, and for that I'm grateful...

"I'd Like To Wish You All A Merry Christmas Full Of Happiness And Oral Sex!"- Jaymz Pyne

"Love Is An Artform Slightly Removed From Its Element"- Saul Williams

~K. Loye

The Tempered Glass Of Dawn

Awake,
To the rising sun of my love
Filtering through
The darkest window,
Spliting the night's
Loneliness.

Open,
Your curtains to a new future
Pull back your shades
To see dreams outside,
As birds sing hopeful
Melodies.

Embrace,
The rays shining past horizons
Of distant time
Staining the glass,
Into forms of
Forever.



Oh! and today is mine and Erikas 1 month...

And ta quote an amazing poet

"I wanna celebrate one of those one month anniversaries. even though they aint really anniversaries... But you just do it just to make her happy type loves"- Saul Williams

With that said... Happy 1 month Erika :)

Untitled...
Well alright, soo tonight I hung out with my gurl, and I'm just blown away by the whole situation with us. I've never been so comfy with someone so quickly, I'm so open with you, and even though I am already with most people, they all lack in comparison. I just wish words could describe the feeling that I feel. Its like I have the inspiration for the most perfect poem ever, and yet, cant put it down on paper because I dotn know where to begin! Now I'm gonna say I'm a pretty good writer (not self centered) but I'm decent, and for me to say that I cant find words to write something. YEAH that says something alright. I cant wait for Xmas :)

Well alright I'm going to attempt to juss basically run off with words here and try to describe tonight...

They say that no body is perfect- but yet, when two souls, two peole who are imperfect, but yet who are perfect, and who are destined to be together meet.. what is the word for that?

Us...

What is that feeling when you get swept up in the moment? How do we stay swept up into so many more moments? how is it that moments seem to go by quicker than lightyears when were together? What causes that?

Us...

Why can I feel like I can describe anything in words but when I think about the feeling, the only describing word I can use is indiscribable? Why must I write.. then delete it? What has me in such awe?

Us...

Its us... theres really not much more I can say... Us. you + me.. you answer all my questions, while bringing more to the table which I answer for you while bringing more.. and the cycle continues. I protect you while you protect me. I hold you as you hold me. the connection we have is amazing, and theres no better word to describe this than...

Us...




Well I guess that was my crappy poem that happens when I let emotions run and get self conscience about my writing.. Lol...

Pz

Alright so this is prolly the first actual journal piece that I've put in here. And well... I dunno, I feel that I found myself alot tonight, I went out to a party with friends, and I had an alright time, but as I sat there and laughed and chilled n what not, I found myself thinking, ya know I'd much rather be at my house talking to someone on a different level then with who I'm with. Or me and my friend were talking about this the other day, I'd much rather just be with my girlfriend, or I'd much rather just be with My crew, and then girls that we care about. And thats all that I need to be happy ya know?

Because of the things that you have opened my eyes and mind to, things come to me easier, and I notice more without being so self-conscience about them, which just makes me smile :)

Anyways, well at this party, there was drinkin and whatnot, and I passed it up because I had to drive.. but little did I know that I had no intention of drinking even if I didnt have to drive. which for me is a huge step in the direction of maturing so that made me happy as well, I seem to be on the right path of finding out who I am completely, and with your help, I'm no longer taking babysteps...

I'm on a horseback...

A Crook Like Love
Just my newest poem that I wrote...

I was mugged by beauty
While traveling home,
Walking in a back alley with loneliness
Shuffling my feet to silence
As she crept quietly behind me
In the shadows of suprise.
The night was her accomplice.

Her eyes held me captive
And I couldn't react or move.
The voice of an angel
somehow had me at gun-point.
With each crystalline word
Jamming further, like a pistol
Into the back of my skull.

She grabbed me gently;
Stealing my wallet with a kiss
Her touch was murderous,
With a smile so dangerously
Charasmatic, that I felt akwardly
Lucky to have had the privelege
Of letting her rob me

My heart became a victim
Unprotected from witnessing
The pleasure of lustful crime.
As it was interrogated nightly
In the dimly lit corners of
My memory, again and again.
Unedited in my dreams.

Her intent was to ransom my
Feelings that she had tied.
Innocently handcuffing my
Handicap soul to her tender wrists;
Trapping us in a mutual
form of anxious confinement.

Now I'm locked in her cell
Of blissful misdemeanors
With a crook, like love


As always, all comments are appreciated

Unknown Author
This poem was written to the picture that u see in the background of my journal called Unknown author...

A white page is formed
Symmetical, yet imbalanced
It awaits a surreal stroke
And a hands scribbled justice

Blackness escapes the abyss
Tainting a once blank purity
Literary crusades induce armies
Dividing lines, to dispute truth

Wars tear at the worn page
Stanzas of souls lost in conflict
While the ink bleeds relentlessly
Converting words to crimson seas

Books warrant disarment
Writers in widespread disgrace
As Black fiercely fought White
Leaving various shades of Greys

Whose hand will wield the pen?
Where will the page end?
What do you, the editor believe?
Tell me, Who is writing our destiny?

All comments are appreciated

I really don't know why I'm inspired ta put this on here, but I friggen love it so I guess thats why I'm puttin it up here. Its not a poem by me, but its by prolly my poetic idol Saul Williams. its a spoken word. But I just want everyone ta read it so... ENJOY!

I wanna love like
me thinkin of you, thinkin of me, thinkin of you
type love or
me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself
about how I feel about you
type love or
hating how jealous you are but-
loving how you want me all to yourself
type love or
seeing how your first name just- sounds so good next to my last name
and I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
and I barely made it out of my garage

I wanna love that makes me wait till she falls asleep then
wonder if shes dreamin about us being in love
type love or
who loves the other more or
what shes doing at this exact moment or
slow dancin in the middle of my apartment
to the music of our hearts
closin my eyes and imaginin how a love could
just- hurt so much when shes not there and
shit I love not knowin where this love is headed
type love

and check this...
I wanna place those little poster notes
all over the house so
she never forgets how much I love her
type love or
not have enough ink in my pen
to write all that I love about her
type love and
hope I make her feel as good
as she makes me feel
type love and
I wanna deal with my friends...
makin fun of me the way I made fun of them
when they went through the same kinda love
type love

only difference is...
this is one of them real love
type loves
and just like in high school
I wanna spend hours on the phone and not say shit
and then fall asleep and then
and wake up.. with her!
right next to me
type love and
mother all up in my cuboards
type love and

I wanna try counting all the ways I love her and
lose count in the middle just so I have ta
start all over again and
I wanna celebrate one of those
1 month anniversaries, even though they aint really anniversaries
but doin it just cuz it makes her happy
type love and

check this
I wanna fall in love with the melodies the phone plays
when one of us dials in
type love and
talk to you till I
lose my breath
she leaves me breathless
for while expanding my lungs
I... inhale all of her back into me

I wanna love that makes me need to change my cell phone callin plan
to something that allows me to talk to her longer cuz
in all honesty, I wanna avoid, one of them high cell phone bills
type loves and
I dotn wanna love that'll make me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms
dont give me enough time
to love you as long as I'd like to
type love and

I wanna love that makes me st-st-stutter
just thinkin about how strong this love is
type love and
I want a love that makes me wanna cut off all my hair
well- maybe not all the hair
maybe like I'll cut the split ends and trim my mustache
but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her

and check this..

I even be fantasizin about walkin out in fornt of a green light
just dyin ta get hit by a car
just so I can lose my marriage
get transported to some third world country
just to get treated and
somehow meet up again with you
so I can fall in love with you in a different language
and see if it still feels the same type love

I want a love that is unexplainable as she is
but I'm married
so..
she is gonna be the one I share this love with...



NO WONDER HES MY FRIGGIN IDOL! I MEAN GEEEEEEEEEEEZ! lol...

The Sailor
Set sail with me my love, we shall leave the port of youth, but always belong to our birthing place. With your assistance I can cast the masts of passion to catch the strong pull of fate's wind. We sail on swiftly, never anchoring in reality. When doubts arise, they will be told to walk the plank, and in doing so, the circulating stares will be satisfied. With me behind the helm, God as my rudder, and you, my north star, we can raise the sails of now, and venture fourth to our island of forever. A course that only you and I can chart, together.

All hands on deck! There is a tempest brewing that will test our faith in our ship. Maelstroms surround us. The darknened clouds seek to smother us, but we sail on, I steer straighter still, with the strength of perserverence. You, my north star, shine brighter and brighter with each passing mile, guiding me; I will keep loving you even through the tides, the crashing and subsiding of waves, and will continue to do so, the rest of my sailing days.

We have arrived, but beware! there are always pirates and ghost ships lurking in the murkey waters, however, our treasure remains intact in the heart shaped boxes we've put it in. Quickly, burry them in our island of forever and the land will grow to everything we need or desire. Remember, you and I mark the spot if you happen to get lost. Our map, is written in the stars, fear not, for nothing will breach our soft haven; we have transcended the tides of time, letting the oceans within us form our own Atlantis.

We've made it!

This is paradise...

http://www.voc.iinet.net.au/ship_storm.jpg <-- The Pic This Was Written To

I Am An Artist
I Am An Artist

I am an artist

I create rhythm through signals that transmit through nerves
That cascade through a 130 pound edifice that has been predestined to create
It's the creation bass with impulses
Treble with transmission, and syncopation with adjustment

I am an artist

I create landscapes with thoughts, a rising sun with imagination
A moon shining over water with dreams, endless terrain with brain waves
Birth comes to roots that give life to a creation that gives life to an entity
Which creates a truth that only truth can know

I am an artist

I create syllables through strokes, paragraphs through brushes
And compositions through sweeps
It's the creation of an inspiration which leads to a state that leads to a sense of awareness
Of the relevations that came, the revolutions to come, and the rebellion that is now
I create a reformation that reates a world which creates a light
That shines upon other creations that have been preordained with just this
I create a synchronized beat that sends the bearings to my heart
That sends the tone to my feet that sends the paths to my fingertips
That creates the corridor to my vision which leads into the steps
That control the 130 pound edifice that has been predestined to create

I am an artist

Life lives through me.