a fool to fall prey into passivness?

a fool to fall into passivness


alone in the chaos...
silent days pass
memories scar a moment cherished....
fading away....

fading.....

slowly away....

submissive within my heart
weak minded
heart

foolish weak heart....

the mind says run...the lifeless heart says stay.

such a passifist within matters
chained with the knowledge
it is being binded
knowing...expecting the hurt.

weak.....weak heart
beating strong for nothing
pulsating for nothing

submissive heart
uniform with death of a soul

sign of weakness upon ones life
who cares the walls I build
I dont
no one else does anyway

to hand a power of self over
hand it over to the retriever of your worth
is equal to
nothing short
of sending your soul to the devil
to lose yourself
a shell filled....
with emptiness

hearts fail you
always do.....
nothing but a cancerous plague
eating....gnawing....
maiming the meat.

nothing will chew my desire
failure in my life would be
to settle
just for the sake of admitting
defeat.
I cant be defeated

my thought process does not fall prey
to passive worth.

truely there is no worth in being what someone wants you to be,
nothing happy about being a camelian
maybe Im wrong in my thought process
with that who knows....only a man who can find a queen,
and treat her as such deserves to be treated as king.....

is that wrong in thinking?
it is being taking advantage of
submissive "partner",
being submissive is being taken advantage of.....
she is in a cage.

I will never be held in the confines of a cage...

who wants to be held
within a prison of her own choosing,
than cry foul play...

fool...a fool

it leaves the door open to manipulation....
usually the submissive,
holds a knife waitng to go into the back.....


that is not me....
my heart does not beat that way
it does not allow the mind
to function in such a way

to give a person what they want
and when your back is turned....
thrust the blade
into the flesh of the hearts handler

whos back is it anyway.
the hearts handler is none other than yourself.
submissive fools.
or outright failures.
truely.

if I were to allow the mind to just settle
purely out of failure to fight
self pity...I am never pitiful
because I feel why should I try
just to take what I can for defeats sake
for heartache of the moment
just quit living to the fullest

it would be admitting a failure that is not

I would be a passifist
submissive soul
with intent to take in the end
never to love anything
again

it would be killing my own soul off
handing it off to the devil

than sir dominatrix of my mind

would you ....want to slay my soul?

I would yours

your the true meat.
a thing....
just as quick as I burn my own soul
I shall murder yours
convergance upon a bloodbath of the sprit
a leach of life
a true failure

therefore
my passive heart
that dang thing beating withn the cavity of my open chest
I can never deny it
no matter the card dealt
no matter the height of the walls I build
I can not
ever

defy my heart

it rules my stars....my life

and is not wrong for it

no matter the pain that gravitates towards it

I may feel alone in the chaos
momentarily
the days sometimes pass in solitude
confined to thoughts being my only company
I may
wear a scar of maimed memories
although still cherished

my heart may be a fool
it is forthright in its passion
it truly is not wrong

I am no fool of my mind
I am a master of my heart
and it leads the way down a beaten path
that is correct....without failure

which to follow....

which to follow.....

how can a heart withstand.....

what a mind can not

a fool to fall prey into passivness.....
weakness of the mind......
or a strength.....of a strong heart
..............................................................................
travel across the vast wastland
defeat comes with failing to self failure
quitting and embracing deafeat
a heart is not a waste
defy all odds
take the chances given
grasp opportinity
the pain of its travels
only adds to the promise
the reality of what is there
and not searching back
peering at what is not

I truely know what is...each soul, each heart around me...knows what is....all is truely real.

this heart beats for what beats for it.

the foolish soul out there....is dying. and I hope it does

............................................................................

admist all the chaos...the truth is still there.under it all....it always was there....it is always here

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