Something yet nothing.
I feel the closeness the wanting,
the affection, the new sparks
bringing , growing , rooting . Hope.
new perspective from something that was there already.
Yet never seen and seeded like that.
Yet a nothing in realty the sheer, closing, instantly accessed.
Yet I feel and want..and urge myslef to get close
to get a bit more exposed
and open to absorb it all
regardless of the emptiness behind all the pinned up signes of
'DO NOT ENTER' OR ' NO ACCESS' AND 'DEAD END'.
Copyright © Mino Rock Winter 2009
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Wait for It.
So you think
you've seen
heard
and felt it before.
After that first initial heart break
Honey...
Don't be fooled.
Wait for the heart-break
that has the
ICED - FIST - BLOW - PUNCH
In your face.
That you didn't see.
The one you promised yourself
GUARANTEED.
Was far beyond romantic
Sadder then a joke of a side-~KICk
Sadder then a Crippled Cynic.
Wait for the one that you
ERASED PERMANENTLY ,
Whilst still trying to bluff
the internal
Eternal tears running
down the back
of your dry throat
that still hasn't taken
that gulp of disbelief.
The one that has your chest
caved in
and collapsed
At the very thought of
a hallucinated maybe
when you clearly see
the opposite.
The nothing.
The heart does tend to dream
thats when it needs to be
covered in acidic distain
to numb the pain.
You think
you have seen
heard
and felt it all before.
Honey,
but its only the beginning.
Shield your precious heart.
The war still rages on.
To be continued.
Copyright © Mino Rock March 2010
Picture courtesy of http://www.thegiant.org/wiki/index.php/Dolk
you've seen
heard
and felt it before.
After that first initial heart break
Honey...
Don't be fooled.
Wait for the heart-break
that has the
ICED - FIST - BLOW - PUNCH
In your face.
That you didn't see.
The one you promised yourself
GUARANTEED.
Was far beyond romantic
Sadder then a joke of a side-~KICk
Sadder then a Crippled Cynic.
Wait for the one that you
ERASED PERMANENTLY ,
Whilst still trying to bluff
the internal
Eternal tears running
down the back
of your dry throat
that still hasn't taken
that gulp of disbelief.
The one that has your chest
caved in
and collapsed
At the very thought of
a hallucinated maybe
when you clearly see
the opposite.
The heart does tend to dream
thats when it needs to be
covered in acidic distain
to numb the pain.
You think
you have seen
heard
and felt it all before.
Honey,
but its only the beginning.
Shield your precious heart.
The war still rages on.
To be continued.
Copyright © Mino Rock March 2010
Picture courtesy of http://www.thegiant.org/wiki/index.php/Dolk
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Niceness.
Can you stop being so nice?
Can you stop being so randomly present?
Cant you see these clearly opaque signs that im sending you?
Cant you see these rigidly firm signals that I am dispersing over you?
Cant you see my futile silent attempts at blocking you
deleting from my telefonic and web-warbed life?
Can you stop your nice character
of dispelling its niceness around?
When in fact your being is not present
at moments of presence.
Can you not see these smoke signals?
that I crafty create up in the sky to dispel you,
forcing you to pigeon flock away from me.
Why do u continuely seem to be present?
just when I am suicidally trying to forget about you
irritating my scolded skin;
that shudders waves of goosebumps back and forth.
How do I say it?
Shout it?
Projectile vomit it ?
Why do you seems to convey me in you,
with this nothingness that we created and allowed to linger.
Why do keep this minute piece of me
even though it is a surplus in your life,
a part of me which you didn't deserve
and never will deserve.
Your niceness isn't wanted,
we would rather live with bleak emptiness
then your charitable goodness.
Just leave us alone .Oright.
Copyright © Mino Rock March 2010
Picture Courtesy of http://www.naotohattori.com/prints/vomiting.html
Can you stop being so randomly present?
Cant you see these clearly opaque signs that im sending you?
Cant you see these rigidly firm signals that I am dispersing over you?
Cant you see my futile silent attempts at blocking you
deleting from my telefonic and web-warbed life?
Can you stop your nice character
of dispelling its niceness around?
When in fact your being is not present
at moments of presence.
Can you not see these smoke signals?
that I crafty create up in the sky to dispel you,
forcing you to pigeon flock away from me.Why do u continuely seem to be present?
just when I am suicidally trying to forget about you
irritating my scolded skin;
that shudders waves of goosebumps back and forth.
How do I say it?
Shout it?
Projectile vomit it ?
Why do you seems to convey me in you,
with this nothingness that we created and allowed to linger.
Why do keep this minute piece of me
even though it is a surplus in your life,
a part of me which you didn't deserve
and never will deserve.
Your niceness isn't wanted,
we would rather live with bleak emptiness
then your charitable goodness.
Just leave us alone .Oright.
Copyright © Mino Rock March 2010
Picture Courtesy of http://www.naotohattori.com/prints/vomiting.html
Erykah Badu at her finest. In love with her words..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Np21rH7Ldto
If I could ever fall in love with a woman's words, Ms Badu is the one.
Saturday, 6 March 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Mino Rock
I AM NOT A ROCK.
I AM NOT A WALL.
I AM NOT CONCRETE.
I AM NOT CEMENT
I AM NOT A CANE
I CAN BREAK, AND HURT. AND TUMBLE.
bRUISE AND CRY AND CRUMBLE....
ISNT IT CLEAR.
THROU THIS GLASS
CANT YOU SEE.
..
.... YOUR ARE HURTING ME
YOU WILL GET YOUR DUE..
AND MY HEARTS SAYS NO,
HOPEFULLY NO.
THIS PAIN
NO ONE
SHOULD GO THROUGH
SO BROKEN SO TORN,
CONFUSED AND AVERTED...
THESE ARE JUST EMOTIONS..
NO MORE CONOTATIONS
OF BLEAKNESS..
AND I SAY NO...
BUT NEVER KNOW
HOW LONG HOLDING AWAY EMOTIONS WILL LAST...
IN THE WORDS OF A BROKEN HEART...
I WILL TRY HARDER TO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN,
I SEE YOUR DOING GREAT AT IT...
Copyright © Mino Rock 2009 Dec
> Another Female drama I never saw coming to me, 20 years old. And things couldn't be foggier.
A while from now I will be laughing about this, the situation, the person, and myself, for getting so caught up, on feelings.At least I feel and accept my humanness now. I am not a rock, just me..I am happy,and sad, and in love and in envy, so inconsistant and persistant, no patients at all. raging, in side...waiting for something...... to explode...or stop ticking... who knows... thats all folks go to bed its 1 am and im out. de.
I AM NOT A WALL.
I AM NOT CONCRETE.
I AM NOT CEMENT
I AM NOT A CANE
I CAN BREAK, AND HURT. AND TUMBLE.
bRUISE AND CRY AND CRUMBLE....
ISNT IT CLEAR.
THROU THIS GLASS
CANT YOU SEE.
..
.... YOUR ARE HURTING ME
YOU WILL GET YOUR DUE..
AND MY HEARTS SAYS NO,
HOPEFULLY NO.
THIS PAIN
NO ONE
SHOULD GO THROUGH
SO BROKEN SO TORN,
CONFUSED AND AVERTED...
THESE ARE JUST EMOTIONS..
NO MORE CONOTATIONS
OF BLEAKNESS..
AND I SAY NO...
BUT NEVER KNOW
HOW LONG HOLDING AWAY EMOTIONS WILL LAST...
IN THE WORDS OF A BROKEN HEART...
I WILL TRY HARDER TO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN,
I SEE YOUR DOING GREAT AT IT...
Copyright © Mino Rock 2009 Dec
> Another Female drama I never saw coming to me, 20 years old. And things couldn't be foggier.
A while from now I will be laughing about this, the situation, the person, and myself, for getting so caught up, on feelings.At least I feel and accept my humanness now. I am not a rock, just me..I am happy,and sad, and in love and in envy, so inconsistant and persistant, no patients at all. raging, in side...waiting for something...... to explode...or stop ticking... who knows... thats all folks go to bed its 1 am and im out. de.
I Am Done.
I am done with this.
All of this
this kiss
this sinister caress.
That used to unravel realms
entities and light years apart from
sanity
rationale
and normality.
As you continue repeatedly
as every time it used to be
New
Adventurous
and Bliss.
Delicious and Irresistible realms
that now are replaced with
bitter poisonous thorns
of stabbing contamination
of infectious pain.
OH HOW CONTEMPLATING THIS LEASE OF LIFE USED TO DRAIN.
And it is not you
that brings this epiphany,
You are not that awe-inspiring
and special as you emanate.
You are but the tip of this Ice-burg
that has been forever falling
in slow motion.
And this is my notion.
Thoughts that have been tumbling
like the cold killer snow
that have now reached
its temperatures to these
presently broken bones.
Smothering them with frost.
And this all does show
that I already know.
And I am DONE now
with this full audaciousness
and these false graciousness
in your speeches.
Dumb lies and virtues impeaches
my correctly sane mind.
Your clear insanity bring me my own personal sanity.
Yet right now at I walk midnight above me
showering moonlight upon my glistening forehead.
Not looking left or right
Backward or forward.
I feel air
Not cold.
Just air.
I walk,
scattering these words irresponsibly .
They leak from my pen unattainably.
Excruciatingly cold hands,
yet calm and warm from my contentness.
My submission to this decision
that I have internally uttered from the beginning.
Although we have come to the end of the road.
I Belong to me.
You belong to you.
Its unnatural.
This condition of your's,
I am finally immune to.
Have your blessings and curses.
Enjoy your 10 meal courses.
I am done. Be free to share your realm
your purposeless rotating helm.
On my behalf, No jealousy or pity
This is an ever evolving big city.
Find yours.
I have found mine.
Finally.
I'm Done.
Copyright © 2010 Mino Rock
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