Description Of HER, The Brilliance In She

Descriptions Of HER

I see flashes of brilliance in her tone.

Her voice is a mad ballad of high end love filled passion.

Find me god and i’ll swear his presence didn’t match hers.

Her skin is smooth, her love real, her smile intoxicating.

One stare and i’m on a new high, the moons deceptive arc couldn’t make me lean as hard.

Her natural perfume I bask in it. Her wims I indulge in.

I don’t know perfection like I know Chante.

I don’t know heartache like I know her love.

I lay in a void of dark unknowns that she on the daily pierces through.

Show me dark days and sad faces and ill alter the landscape with her smile.

Her candor, her spirit, her essence it all leaves me complete.

Descriptions of her in a world filled with chaos is reality personified.

I say this to say that a world filled with her is a place filled with hope and unimaginable love.  

Descriptions of her, Descriptions of she, Descriptions of Chante.

I’ve never known love until She. I’ve never known these feelings until I became we.

No matter the day, the week, the month, the year I can only ever know love with she.



The Lies Told, The Truth We Never Found

We were told we could have it all, then real life hit.

Slugs made of metal couldn’t penetrate this hard.

God in the flesh couldn’t shriek this face of ill gotten gains.

We living to die is a contradiction.

Every breath is fiction.

Spiraling thoughts and unworthy adversaries create a level playing field for the mentally disenfranchised.

We function to understand and now i’m not sure if I ever will.

We may never know of gods or things that thoughts never mustered the courage.

But at least we lived.



the world and its promises

The world told me lies and I accepted them.

The world told me truths and I believed them.

The world showed me reality and I ran from it.

Cast aside like a lukewarm presence was the desire for lesser than.

I remain bathed in greatness. At least that’s what the world tells me.

At least that’s what the world told me.

These days I don’t need validation from the world and yet I cast aside my pride and devour the culture.

The World OWES me.

The world owes me a feeling I can’t describe and a high I can’t come down from.

The world owes me more life and less damnation.

I watched the birds cry as my dreams faded.

Never again will I let the world owe me.


I understand

I understand life and death and the never-ending battle of tug of war our bodies play every day attempting to stand closer to one than the other.

I understand exquisite happiness and unexplainable sorrow and the mind games the world plays on us daily to ensure we keep functioning.

I understand eking out an existence to ensure normality in this world and I also understand reaching for the stars only to feel your wings burn out like Icarus.

I understand that understanding is only half the battle, my mind races for a chance to reach the finish line sometimes.

I understand that the conclusion is nowhere near as fattening or fulfilling as the journey there.

I understand that feeling that churns and strikes like lightning all throughout your body until your ready to call it quits.

That’s emotion that’s real life, that pensive moment of reflection concocts a brilliant sense of urgency to the human psyche until a true moment of understanding is gained.

I understand.

So Good The Day

So good was the day that drove him into a near sanctified sense of being.

I see visions of beauty in the nightlights embrace, malice fleeing.

So good was the day that brought alabaster light to the horizons crevice.

I see no turmoil or foreboding warnings in the distance, madness Is heaven.

So good was the day that shattered expectations and weaved fragmented boons.

I see scattered shadows dissipating in the skylight, happiness forever never peaking.



Pushing Against the Umbral

I still remember the innocence, grandeur thoughts pummeling me ahead. She crashed in and suffocated the tunnel vision and made susceptible the stubbornness.
A long road at night will bond the unknown, trust me I know this! Trust me I was ignorant to this! Escape me once and that’s all that was needed.
Bleak illusions of hope help pad a well placed willingness to forget the past. But see trust that I never wanna forget that past, but I need too. 


The Misbehaving Vagrant

A conduit for tennis balls crack the streets. A pole as poignant as Eiffel’s leads man to admonish thoughts as notions of good or evil. Pray tell thee who is the most evil when man nourishes his breathing den.

So knees are buckled and lives are lost or whatever. Carnivores feast without remorse we like to think. These Lego blocks are built to last as architects push their grandeur ideas onto the innocent streets.

Is this decay as okay as your ambition allowed it; or did you not think to fail?