Torment.

When we walk in circles empty, 

We walk dying. 

When we drown in our actions and tears, 

we submerge and float helpless. 




When we knock, 

repeatedly knock in to that glass sharded


barb-wired


 hard wall. 

Head forward.

Crashing at full momentum.

Whilst cold clammy palms lay bare


 flat and inflicted on this wall. 

Taking the repelled energy back to the same flesh ripping, 

Skull shattering wall.

Blood dripping from forehead to nose and cheek. 

Pieces of skin, clotted and lucid blood inhaled in with every deep breath when striking 


and stricking injury. 

Again and again.


Exhausted. 

Lips trembling of pain. 

Salty from tears and those Red 

Red drips . 

Condensation from the two.

Mouth breathing in gusts . 




When we forget to feel, 

that feeling of heart, 

Of keeping whole.

And wanting pure and true. 

We become. 

Only the accustomed pain we revel in 

We enjoy, 


we relishes the high 

The sting,


the burn of euphoria . 





When we slaughter ourselves 

The same way, 

Everyday, 

We begin not feel that pain 

The injury,

 of the next approaching stab; 

the shardes of glass and brick and wire that becomes apart of us.

That become us.




When we walk in cycles empty 

We walk dying. 

When we drown in our actions and tears,

We submerge and  float helpless.




When pain becomes us 

And we become pain 





Life becomes torment.

The occasion

The occasion came,

Came and Past.

So let's go back to how it was.

How it should have always been.

And give up the constantly intrusive

facade.

Of moments.

That need not be.

For ones more enriching,

Wholesome and nurturing.

Humane.

Without the basic instinct of need

and want and have.

Which has been had.

The occasion came and went.

So lets LET the facade,

that came and went, GO.!

Copy-written by Mino Rock. Backdated from May 10th 2011

Hoyo.

She see's it as deliberate
but Hoyo its not.
Always upsetting, forgetting
always misunderstanding.
I didn't intend.
But repeatedly
I tend to.

So Broken .
So Gone.
I claw into the last grains
of hope
of trust.
As I always dismissed
whats is so easily missed
as the shouldnt of's
couldnt of's
and wouldnt of's.

Small acts and gestures
that would suffice
and equate to love and care
and all this time I played with dice.
Now all  I do for her is a must
before her and I turn into dust.

Shes says there two types of people
one that are born with obligation
and ones that come to learn their obligation.
I am neither.
Well at least that whats it appears like.
Raised by a strong and fearless woman
brings me to
en-devour to show feelings
feelings of love admiration
obligation
Which I do Hoyo.

Theres are things I see as nothing
 deem to be fundamentally wrong
and hurtful
and sinister
but I think I must of missed
the Memo
of this ambilical cord straining
and hemorrhaging
and torn flesh.

I just want to start over and press refresh.

I beg and plea but inside she is already gone
always vowed to never reach this
un-reconcilable
unreachable low
of thrashing horror.

My acts are taken as
personal
planned
torturous.
Despise
But inside
darting directly
from my eyes
I would never
Hoyo for instead my own weight
I would sever.

Hurting you is only me that I cheat
So Hoyo I make this concrete
no pain you shall ever meet.

Im sorry but 

it is not enough

I pray that it wil be

as heaven lies beneath my mothers feet.

Copyright ©  Mino Rock March 2010

FOOT NOTES

Translations  

HOYO means Mother.

A Message to my dear friend and other's : Clearness is Close.

Struggles of the young,
struggles of the sprung.  
If only you could see,
that life should simply be.  


Don't worry about the events happenings,
of things and people.  
I know you want ,
to run and shout on top of a steeple.  
What's not in your hands,  
doesn't lie in others either.
No one is your keeper.
Stop tormenting yourself; 
with what rain does not fall, doesn't fall 
and doesn't want to fall. 
Your thunder's rage 
for acceptance to his unknowing storm.
Problems, silent agendas, secret thoughts 
all become airborne.  


See this silence and calm, 
as your time
time to be you.  
The rest leave it to fate,
it will save you from resentment and hate.  


Your essence and exquisite poise 
only seen by the close. 
Reserve your sterling being for true loved ones, 
the ones of us that love you back. 


Breathe. Accept.
My dear, clearness is close.




Copyright ©  Mino Rock New Year2010