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"Close your eyes...
Now, can't you feel?
They're open---
It reaches out for all---
Now...
Open your eyes...
"Cant you see"?
They are all transparent;
---They all fear me."

//SpasZ SonnE TM

-][-Negative-][-

Silent footsteps
This fog from behind...
As natural---as quietly,
She once told me;
So softly...
"Empty"---
As they left us...
Alone, to learn what we doubt...
[The wind]
Just the thought...
Shiver her name---as if she wanted me to know
[Loud]
The thunder has become...
Eternity has waited,
Yet evolved...
So beloved we once were
---But never is forever here
[The clock]
-Man-made---for every invention
...Is a realistic-delusion
Causing... the beautiful to become old...
For nature... to become mechanical...
---Such negativity we all have spread...
To believe there's an end,
And a hope...
To be dead..

//SpasZ SonnE TM

"Imperfect/Perfection"

I.
Walking through my never ending-mind
Dreaming of what we cannot accomplish
To the "Norm", accomplishments are the best of their abilities---their limits
To Us, we have no limits
We can only expand our ability to become a more perfect individual

No satisfaction, No end...

II.
Tasting my thoughts of tomorrows bitterness, and awareness.
Acquire  new abilities-
To fill the hunger of yesterdays failures
What am I today?

//SpasZ SonnE TM

"The Format"

There I sat on the cold tiled floor.
Her voice went faint in my head...
As if once---sometime I truly cared.
---Telling me to be happy, as I watched her mind format in front of me. 
For how could I be happy?
To witness the temporary or permanent death of my loves mind. . .
As her premature body remained, alive.

//SpasZ SonnE TM

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Black and white.
A boy--Me.
Carefully walking through useless items, up to my knees---
Crying of a young girl,-
Asking for help---
As if i'm breathing upon her faraway face---
Smell now of old books and sheet rock grows exceptionally strong...
In the next room---a familiar face lying in struggle, gently tied to the bed. 
[unharmed]
(walking to her eternity, as my own)
Steps of my own now taken through more meaningful items---now down to my feet. 
[Fearless of care for items such as these]
---Reaching for the harness of her right wrist (not being able to perform heroism to her-as I so desired).
The helmet of a medieval black knight falls over us---Including some of the meaningful items.
With a "crunching" sound...
And no longer Black and White-
--But Black...
 ...and the insecurity of a calm woman's voice, says-so softly...

YOU are trapped.

//SpasZ SonnE TM

//Never is forever here. . .

Have you ever been fed up, explaining yourself to others? So different, you are constantly asked---"What's wrong with you"?!

I am!---and it's not about anger towards anyone-ones self. I have written for a lot of my life because people seem to NEVER be interested in getting to know someone like me. Yes, I see things differently---Yes, I stand and walk differently---Yes, my facial expressions don't match what I'm feeling---Yes, I don't communicate well on the spot.

But where I seem to thrive is, everyone wants my input, my experience, my thoughts only when things become chaotic.

That in itself to me is sad!! Why do people run from me when I try to form relationships with them?---yet always ask, "what I would do if I were in their shoes".

I'm done forming relationships.

If people want to know what i'm thinking I will just start posting it here and have them read my thoughts on life.

Does anyone out there know what it's like to not be known, yet find only a way to exploit you---only for your knowledge and experience?

Yet just dismiss you from the knowledge they get from you?

Well here, I will post the way I see the world as art!  They can either grow from it---or wish they got to know me better.

Here are my stories. . .