#theactingpoet

[theactingpoet]

Uh, yeah.

They screaming. Write something! Write something! Like every time I dream. Criss crossing the diagonals with the indiscriminate misfortune of parallel universes. Thus, I fly around in circles until I find my way. Because though the road may be dark and dreary. And throw me through a loop. I've got a love that is so sweet you'll be begging for another scoop. If I misunderstood what you are insinuating then please forgive me still. But I'll be burned in hell before I let your blood spill. Upon the ashes of my shattered pride. Inside me these feelings igniting I cannot hide. If I ride this never ending story will go on. So I'll jump off right here. Right before I take my bow.

[theactingpoet]

I should have just listened. Then I would have heard you say so softly the matters of your heart that held you close. But I turned a blind ear. And only heard the whistle of the wind.

[theactingpoet]

Ramblings of a Rise

I'm on tumblr so you know that this is legit. I would not put it down on paper. This is way to quick. If I say that I am any better, man that would be a lie. 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been and I'll be 'til the day I die. Don't you worry 'bout your heartache. That since forgotten truth. My brains misleading I am preceding to induce. Just a little bit of this real wisdom. The truth of the love. Why everyone is setting here forgetting where to go. We've stopped listening to our heart's. We've stopped listening to the truth. If you don't believe me in that statement. Then look around you for the proof. It's the food you eat. The breath you breathe. The flowers turned weeds. And the water you drink. But I am not getting upset on the flowers I'm puffin. I'm about to be as high as a cloud and as fluffy as a muffin. Don't you worry about me. I've already worried about you. And to tell you the truth. I don't know why I do. For you're gonna do you. And I'm gonna do me. And maybe if I make it look appealing. You might just wanna be free. To show how you're feeling. To be the master of your life. Take the reins for a second. Then spread your wings and fly. For we are just here in this moment. Forever we shall be. Remembered by how we acted. If we fought or danced with glee. In the moments that were the hardest. And in the sweet victory. When you didn't let a single thing overcome you or me. Oh what a beautiful moment. To say the least oh what a beautiful day. If only I could just sit right here. And on my guitar gently play. A sweet sweet rhythm. A brand new sound. That would take all of the world's frowns and flip them upside down. If only this could happen. Oh what could happen then. We could take to the skies. And in the clouds freely skip. Not held down by the chain's of doubt. Released from our fear. Oh that's the moment I've been waiting for. And that moment.....is here.

[theactingpoet]

Should I play or should I go?

Academically I'm a genius. But naturally I don't know the pretense. For all this insolence has brought me nothing but ignorance. In my defense it was the lack of sense just to commence this impotence of life. But why? Have I not tried and strived every day just to survive in a world where the wealthy thrive. Is this right? Have I seen the light at the end of the way? Is there a possible chance this could change. Rearrange all this deranged insanity held by chain's. Self arresting just the sane to be stuck with the blame. Endless shame for just a name while this soul we try to tame. But it is wild. Just like a child fresh from the womb ready to bloom. From this piled mess we shall consume. Till we finally meet our doom. Leaving no room for recognition for the decision to destroy. Or the hate that we employ as we take away the joy. Leaving nothing left but a boy. Wondering just how to play with his toy.

[theactingpoet]

Just a slip

Kicking it in with the time I've spent. Here for the living but I ain't paying rent. All this unfortunate metaphysical misprint of the representative intellect is in fact, just the dialect of the prerequisite. I compliment the intelligence of the present presidents in their present tense predicaments for which they print the evidence of crimes since long forgotten. This is what we've bought in these time of needs. Where children starve while this country bleeds. Each soul feeds on all of the greed until there isn't a seed to be grown. This shall be known. In this moment we shall atone. For all of the sins that we have committed. For all of these lies we have remitted. I have repented. Sent my soul to the skies and now I've vented. Splitting the skies like the populace bidded. I've fitted my shoes now I'm taking my lunge. Straight into the world I'm taking my plunge. All of this intricate wisdom, my lunch. I take it and serve it with a hard punch. Taking breaths just to give them. Like the air that is living. I'm moving and doing the things that I please not hesitating once for a sneeze. For you can't tickle me I ain't one to tease. I'm the one on the outside your begging me please. Come in for some shelter. But I have my shade tree. I'm as happy as a butterfly and as free as a bee. Stinging only the heart's that I'm willing to die for. This is unconditional love in a deep metaphor. From my heart I shall pour. More and more and more and more. Until the rivers fill up and there is no longer a shore. Amount of time it will take. There is no estimation. I'm to make a new wave in a lost civilization. Predestination, times a wasting. While there's all this life for our tasting. No hesitating. I've been waiting. Now my moment is prevailing. Super sailing never failing. For this love now I am wailing. Listen close for I'm right here! Whispering ever in your ear. Love my child never fear. All is, and will ever be clear.

[theactingpoet]

If the stars were thoughts

If I were to train my thoughts. They would align like the stars in the sky. All orbiting perfectly around their own originality. Each created thought would bare witness to its own creation. Witnessing the destructive collective and the constructive collective. Till the impeding equilibrium is achieved. There on that day. I would sit in my thoughts and watch them all go their separate ways, yet I would witness their uniformity. As if closing my eyes and removing everything. Then witnessing what thoughts formed. Would give me a glimpse at creation.

[theactingpoet]

This much is true.

I love you. There I said it. Are you happy? Do you feel fulfilled? Is it everything you ever dreamed of? I didn't think so. No, love is never how one imagines it. It never comes in the politest of fashions. It always leaves a gaping wound where it has been. It leaves a teary eye. And a broken spirit. But it gives new light to the mind. For the heart trips over anything to find love. It will find it anywhere and in anyone. But we are the deciders of our fate. If we do not want the love then we shall surely push it away. Our mind telling us no out of fear. Remembering how love had torn asunder before. Leaving nothing in it's wake but pieces to sweep up and put away. No love is not the kindest feeling ever made. It may be beautiful. But love is a bitch. I write this with a mending heart. Having been thrown over the edge with no parachute hoping to end up in one piece. But alas, after all the steps were followed. Here I am. Alone. To deal with the struggle of life on my own. With no partner beside me to help me on. Give me a hand when I fall. A shoulder to lean on when I am weak. You see, I have given it my all. And it wasn't enough. For the right person. It will be. It will be enough. I know it. And the love will blossom and bloom to new heights that will split the skies and give way to a new light that will pour forth unto a lost and dying world Then give a breath of fresh air. Allowing all those suffering under the heat to be rejuvenated and given more to happiness than fear. You see love is a gift. But it's also a curse. So for those of you still afraid. Remember you control your heart. You must be brave.

[theactingpoet]

Mind lapse

It is time to climb. To the highest point in your mind and jump. Falling endlessly through a vast imagination of possibilities, memories, dimensions where anything can exist. Remove yourself from the binds that hold you pressed tightly to a screen. The need to be told what to imagine, stealing from you your ability to create. Press away from the urge to create something created. Create anew. Because when this old life comes to an end. There is only one question you may ask yourself. What did I do?