the two year old welcome mat.
Don’t treat me like your welcome mat, even though we are quite the same. Even when you put us out, we will greet you all the same. We will even be there for you when you get home, waiting to clean your feet. So the next few steps wont be a mess. No matter what we’ll stick around, even when the roots sprout from the ground. Cracking the concrete and through our weaves. We like it better...
My Best Friend the Ground.
So far down, he’s a sight. When I tip like a glass, over the edge i’ll go. Then the eight second race begins between me, the sky & my flash of life. With time to grieve, with time to breath, and a sense of acceptance & relation will flow through me. like vertical winds, here he comes my best friend the ground to greet me.
Visit the Canyon.
Was my time always meant to be desolated? Was the timeline always destine to crumble? Can my savage anger destroy you with just a thought? if so, I hope everything you do disappears before your life reaches it’s cusp. I hope your life crumbles before your perception. I hope my wish of your bereavement helps you visit the canyon of jumping colors.
A friendly game of chess.
“let’s play this chess game of life, between me and God, time to test his faith in his hearts place, if his wish is truly grace, i shall succeed in life and win this game. ” -C.w. Talmage
Canyon of jumping colors.
Could such a color destroy a man? Could such a color imprint in his brain and grind him down, like water against a rock? Within due time could it create a canyon? With walls so high, could it free every man, if he where of right mind? To jump,and free his mind of such reminders. To him such relief could be great because it would be him, not the color, that lead him to his grave. -C.w....
Road of Victory.
Set your goal and begin to go, head down that road of victory, show the world what you’re suppose to be, go ahead and achieve your dream, at the end of the road of victory. -C.w. Talmage
Will you be my apocalypse?
Will you be my apocalypse? Will you be the gaping hole in my life line? Will you be the savage faith in which we so openly accept? Will you be Death himself? If so, then to you, I open my heart to destroy. If not do not stick around to tease my soul. The need for closer is beyond repair. -C.w. Talmage
Destruction, Loathing and A Killer Instant.
Rage in a mans mind could never plant a seed of downhill progression, Could it? May we ask of the Future? May we question the progress of our lives? May we question our own reason for moving forward? Yes we may, And with the rage of an iron fist, we shall slaughter any thought of doubt, with the sword from God, we shall behead any sign of dissatisfaction, And with the magic of the mind. we shall...
Long gone then a Reminder.
Now from this world he shall departure. To the next, then to conquer. Then from that world he shall expire. To the next, just to desire. Then from there he will have reminders. Why he had to departure then thus expire.
Life is a Catastrophe
Life is a catastrophe, but it makes me strong. It destroys the past while it creates a future. If the world is round, thing may come around. But never look back let it surpise me. until then i’ll for the moment not by the past he told me to live each day like it’s my last.
I almost forgot.
“Live for the moment not by the past, live each day like it’s your last.”