Hopelessly Romantic

Even now a frown when thoughts abound
A mere glimpse
A fleeting hope
Quickly squandered and back to what’s Common
I wish to Roam
I wish to Wander
Thoughts abound to that which is Squandered
It’s not the solitude
It’s not the empty bed
But to have the hint of intimacy quickly fizzled
Leaves fear of its commonality forming me far too complacent

FREE THOUGHT

Free thought
Free flow
Wondering where it’ll go

So press
Hold the claim
Set the pieces
And refrain from disdain

Logical thought
Perception Open
I’m wasting time brandishing Slogans.

Avoidable End
Frighteningly boundless
Holding my breath would serve no purpose.

Moral disillusion
Efficiency for profit
Does Stall the action’s merit.

Step back and Relax
And leave your judgments at the door
This is only free thought
And not need be anything more.

My 1st Entry of Scribbles

1. No Title

Chased are those days of past
When serenity and hope would last
Now a myst has formed about our claims
A myst of lies, deception, bound by shame

2. Still No Title

Countess, O Queen of my Soul
Give me but a breath to catch
A moment's pause
Til this be but a memory

3. I Don't Do Titles

O I have forgotten that sense of love
That infinite concept of undenied passion
When two souls at inches reach are combined
And trust is a virtue not concieved in vane

4. Enough with the Damn Titles

A stonewall has barracaded my sight
My heart locked within never to be revealed
I reckon I shall never love again
Never be so in a moment
My heart won't allow it
My soul doth fear it
And in so knowing I feel of no safe refuge
I am alone
I am lost
There is hope
I must believe as much

5. You know the Deal with theses Damn Titles

I will accept that which cannot be avoided
I dream to yearn once more
If only for a moment
Whose passing is of nature's design

6. Need I continue with this Title Bullshit?

Faith, a fine and ferocious creature
One should hold dear to it
Yet never set to hinder another's
If one do spite another's faith
Then he hath done his own God a grave diservice
For what is faith if it is not born
Of one's consciousness and life experiences?
Is that not a thing we all hold in common?

7. Shut up about the damn Titles!

I shall in this moment do
And in this moment be
I cannot concern with what may come
But only endure what faces my very soul

8. Still not Titling

Her eyes evoke such vulnerability
Is it not a quality rare to be untouched?
To be uncorrupt?
To be virtuous- is it not to be vulnerable?
And to be moral- is it not to be weary?

9. Fuck the whole Title Concept

I awake this dawn alone
It is common. It is complacent. It is endless.
I shall go into the woods and seek the fortune of all importance
The fortune of self discovery through nature's horrors and tranquilities

10. I'm not gonna say it

I have failed more times than I have succeeded
Is there not a great tide to shift this balance?
Hearts ache for it
Souls yearn for it
My spirit is ever enduring



Should know this shit is pretty stream-of-consciousness oriented. Deal with the lack of titles or don't. I'm not one to give a shit either way.

A simple 1st Note

If you think to use these words and not recognize their original author then you are a damn fool not worthy to read them.

I see nothing but shame in a man, or woman, who would take the words of others and merit them as their own.

If you do so- then go fuck yourself. You are not worthy of acknowledgement beyond this First simple Note.