Your Walls, Your Walls
Those bricks of Frustration, bricks of Decaying Trust
bricks and bricks of fear
I’m Scraping at your Wall with bare fingertips till i’m Bloody Nails
Your Walls
I’ll defile your fucking Walls to destroy them to dig the Truth out of the Space you’re protecting from my love
If ! can’t take your Poison Walls Down, i’ll use the grooves in my fingerprints to traction on your Bricks of lies
Your Bricks of Deceit, Your Bricks built on tears of your past
I’ll traction these Bricks barehanded until i’m over your facade
Until i’m over being Exiled from your sacred Island
If I have to taste the shaving of dust off the rancid Bricks of past relationships
I’ll taste the Pain
It may not make me understand but I would definitely recognize the Purpose of your Fort
WAIT (What Am I Thinking)
WAIT (Where Action Is Truth)
WAIT ..Maybe it’s Me
Maybe I’m not the balance of purpose you desire
Maybe i’m not the understanding or the truth
or
Love you can leave with or grow with
Maybe i’m the Brick of difficulty at the root of your wall
Maybe my character isn’t the type you can see yourself giving all trust to nor berth children with
Maybe I am the Wall
Maybe its my Assumptions and Judging
R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012
???DEBT???
Is it Truth or Bullshit??
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
U R in The B[]X
This is one of the few questions i ask people when they shout they’re outside of the box
How are you outside of the box if the first thing that comes out of your mouth is your zodiac sign when you address your date of birth.. If you believe you are the exact characteristics of a sign attached to a time period on a calendar how are you thinking outside of the box?
How are you outside of the box if the first thing that comes out of your mouth is your zodiac sign when you address your date of birth.. If you believe you are the exact characteristics of a sign attached to a time period on a calendar how are you thinking outside of the box?
There Are The People Who Lack To Understand That Your Path in Life Isn’t To Be Justified nor Obligated to Their Expectations and Satisfaction.. Ignore these People, Your Journey Owes Them Nothing
But Don’t Ignore The Bitterness|Weakness and Fear They Have of Going Where You Go and Where You Accomplish At
Don’t Ignore the Laziness|Self Doubt and Quit They Have of Going Where You Refuse To Fail At
Learn From Their Ignorance
But Don’t Ignore The Bitterness|Weakness and Fear They Have of Going Where You Go and Where You Accomplish At
Don’t Ignore the Laziness|Self Doubt and Quit They Have of Going Where You Refuse To Fail At
Learn From Their Ignorance
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
© Beneath and Within Self
If you could create a skin that absorbs your fallacy of self esteem how would you sew the artificial fabric???
Would you knit the strands of yearning courage that's buried in your imagination in your genes to build a fearless genetic or
would you sew it in a pair of your jeans to attract attentioñ?
Attention that could never appreciate the apparel for the character beneath it?
What color would this skin be? Dark as indigo chocolate to hide the fears and insecurity? White as transparent to be seen through and looked past rather than searched with in? All again in attempt to camouflage your secured fears from others?
How would you sew this skin of yours..
Thick I would figure with an internal zip lining only you can open when you need to escape from your facade of self.. but yet you may be to disgusted with your truth of self to unzip your foreign fabric fully
And now you’re caught between your existence and your exit into your true self...
What would this skin you knit taste like?
A beautiful birth that grows to hate life? Or stars that chase nights drunk off the moon?
Or would it taste like the Caucasian sperm that drips from the vulva of a violated enslaved African woman??
Or would the flavor of this skin be numb from your true flesh beneath it beating it to escape?
You're playing chess with no heart..
You can clone your body but u can't clone your spirit
Anyone can own your body and your spirit once you leave them exposed trying to be a soul you're not
This skin you're in is folding knots to a noose
You misunderstand sides like the level between a ceiling and a roof
Allow the growth of feeling in your truth
Even deep spoons have to lean in to scoop
Find yourself or loose your self to where archaeologist can't bring science to
You're attempting to walk quick sand with high end shoes
...theré's no such music as "high end blues"...
Be You
R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012
Would you knit the strands of yearning courage that's buried in your imagination in your genes to build a fearless genetic or
would you sew it in a pair of your jeans to attract attentioñ?
Attention that could never appreciate the apparel for the character beneath it?
What color would this skin be? Dark as indigo chocolate to hide the fears and insecurity? White as transparent to be seen through and looked past rather than searched with in? All again in attempt to camouflage your secured fears from others?
How would you sew this skin of yours..
Thick I would figure with an internal zip lining only you can open when you need to escape from your facade of self.. but yet you may be to disgusted with your truth of self to unzip your foreign fabric fully
And now you’re caught between your existence and your exit into your true self...
What would this skin you knit taste like?
A beautiful birth that grows to hate life? Or stars that chase nights drunk off the moon?
Or would it taste like the Caucasian sperm that drips from the vulva of a violated enslaved African woman??
Or would the flavor of this skin be numb from your true flesh beneath it beating it to escape?
You're playing chess with no heart..
You can clone your body but u can't clone your spirit
Anyone can own your body and your spirit once you leave them exposed trying to be a soul you're not
This skin you're in is folding knots to a noose
You misunderstand sides like the level between a ceiling and a roof
Allow the growth of feeling in your truth
Even deep spoons have to lean in to scoop
Find yourself or loose your self to where archaeologist can't bring science to
You're attempting to walk quick sand with high end shoes
...theré's no such music as "high end blues"...
Be You
R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012
Labels:
Self Esteem,
Self Oppression,
Self Truth,
Self Worth
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