With all the logic combined
Can it reflect the unseen forces
Signals of wear and tear destroying focus
You can’t see it and no doctor can cure this illness
Choking on fire exhaling toxic steam
Like a vice grip clamp it constricts
I’ve read a million tales of synchronized problems the same over
With all the logic combined and wisdom known
What is it without the right choices
Passion blinding nothing, obsession is the real word
Under water in a cave of limited air supply
The depth calculates to a point where sunlight stops its penetration
As minutes compile from seconds the water thickens
It’s a fact the present situation is prison with a “catch”
Sucking up the oxygen as fluid rise to necks end
Situation, it’s a situation situating its self to an end
Now logic might be your savior
Prayers might bring logic
With a spark of inspiration you know it
All the logic of the world at your hands
Situation, It’s a situation
It’s a known fact your situation
Do you wait for your world to end
Will you move
Or let the rising conflict
Consume you
Peace, Izzy
1:41 AM
6/30/07
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Are we going in circles around circles of a large plot- Have all been said as a full body of people- Yet innovation is open to progressive building upon- Things yet to be discovered- Things yet to be invented as the minds needs pass it’s limit- Will it happen without a plan, and have all been said- Have all of these words for creative manipulation been said with every combination- I think not- But are we saying the same thing over and over in our own ways as we discover life for ourselves over and over- Like a shock to your story of plans you had no idea it was in your book- But as you shop for a novel you find someone has the same book- Has it all been said- Has the leaves fallen down the same time of every new year as every new seed is grown from a seed that once was a long time ago- Breathe life into your soul and lungs- Exhale the answers to questions unanswered- Have it all been said- Peaking from civilization creators make way- This is a small world if you live in “it” – Expand!
Peace, Izzy
10:45 PM
6/28/07
Copyright©2007
Can you check it
Do you get it?
I do
Cuz I’m my 1 fan
Never have to worry if they understand
Why?
Because I’m my number one fan
Never miss understood
Viewed abstractly
Altogether
Viewed by self
Altogether
I’m my number one fan
Can you check it?
Do you get it?
Do you really understand?
Pshhh…..
I do
Cuz I’m my number 1 fan
would you be?
If I wasn’t myself?
Up against
An image perceived
Need or understand not
I’m my number one fan
Need not to be humble
Truthfully
I know allot of people that shouldn’t be
At least inside the thoughts should be
Self acknowledgments…
Motivate’iv thoughts
A little bit of self glorifications
Anything
Otha than
Ya number one fan
Everything in one place
On this large rock called earth
The light shines down on one spot
Out the steaming shower…
Reflecting back from one mirror…
In one spot
look back at one self
No complaining
No contemplating
No worries >>>
No fears but respect
All faith
All ambitions and motivations the truth
looking back at self from the reflections in the mirror
And say…
Check it
Get it
It’s all good
Cuz I’m my 1 fan
Peace, Izzy
get custom!
12:28 pm
6/21/07
Copyright©2007
Hit! with a blast from the power cosmic dust- Overwhelmed by the feeling of the plot deepening- The story so complex, but as simple as walking it out in steps- Fighting powers So strong as Self & Love… How could one win? With selfishness consumed how could one see out where the light survives? Hesitant to take one step of life as the eyes look back at a being so drifted away- Remembering the essence of the soul that made thee- This great despair is that of the foolish alchemist full of power and greatness loss for true humbleness’s standings- One cannot control, create, manipulate the all of things, but gift’s and rewards are given to the accomplished- For you have choices but you are not the creator of all things nor your destiny- And are forced to walk it out….
Peace, Izzy
9:14 AM
6/14/07
Copyright©2007
Infants not understanding what paths to take- Shallow but focus yet unfocused with two sides the brain thinking the opposites- Stuck in a whirlpool of ideas and options passions understood not broken- Talking to a wall that cant hear nor speak back defiantly not moving an inch even if it’s on fire! How the wind blows and you move too light your heart is it cant stand still- No where to run nor hide so he rapes her mind for answers-Getting back nothing but despair excruciating-Cake for today spoiled tomorrow the taste left is sour- The options of happiness by far you have not fount- Leaving happiness puzzled pieces altogether the shame is on you- Like a one faced hungry monkey and a caterpillar transforming they both have separate ways of appetites- Fueled by angers temptation for perfection and care of the situation-Traveling into voids of potholes the street runs out of options to travel so he fly’s- But nothing is up, and all is down as the humanoids walk the earth
Peace, Izzy
6/27/07
3:23 AM
Copyright©2007
