You ask me what is on my mind?
I tell you my heart is blind.
The passion coarsening thru these veins is hard to define. 
You are my Belladonna of Sadness, 

Or Like my Queen of Sarrow. 
Catch me with an open heart, as Sade sings me to sleep seeking some better tomorrow. 
“Seekin Better Tomorrow’s”
I jus didn’t want to make you think I was innocent in our fractures. 

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Graffiti: pictures or words painted or drawn on a wall, building, etc.
These endeavors were never meant to last forever… 
It’s all subjective; this work is reflective of its time.
Not timeless. 
It’s beauty and imperfection make it critically important as a momentary perspective. 
It’s natural but unfortunately carnal in the disregard for the conventional. 
Many times anonymous but plenty of times undecipherable who is behind the work. 
Something as simple as a name that is in code to hide from the world.
Exquisite displays of personal artistic expression mixed with unrestricted vulgarities. 

So these times are so heavy that my eyes are against me. 
Can’t even see how this time has tempt and spent me.
Losing all the focus that was bestowed upon me. 
“Close to relinquishing all my sanity and falling into complete vanity.”
My sights are set on a target that is hidden deep within me. 
Firing will take all the patience that the universe has given me.
Recoil will be only sensation because there is no real Me.

Mental Reclusive 
Emotional iceberg

Cold fevers

Never minding 

Shoving below 

Prohibiting flow 

Mixing signals 

Mashing memories 

False advertising 

Closing doors

Creating clusters 

Hiding opinions

Using fractions

Promoting distractions

Causing tremors 

Distributing ultimatums

Carelessly taking 

Giving Fucks

  

Emotional iceberg
Cold fevers
Never minding
Shoving below
Prohibiting flow
Mixing signals
Mashing memories
False advertising
Closing doors
Creating clusters
Hiding opinions
Using fractions
Promoting distractions
Causing tremors
Distributing ultimatums
Carelessly taking
Giving Fucks

Use my instincts to cross the bridges in my way. 
Some where burnt before I even came to them.

Others are in variable stages of decay. 
But I can’t wait so I navigate and subjugate like it’s mandatory to survive.
Crushed by the weight of decades of neglect, but still obstacles.
So I have to watch my steps as I move thru this earth and become my true self.
Made by my mistakes as much as by my small victories. 
No apologies for this harsh reality and false reality.