BREAKING FREE

My visions are not an illusion. They are a reality that has been unwrapped by a truthful entity. The weight of immortality and the suction of the life that has been drained drop by drop from my body. Don't tell me I am over-reacting. Shut up and tell me what I want to hear if even for a moment. I am at your mercy although I do not long for forgiveness. My flesh feeds upon your touch and your touch feeds my insecurities, one helpless breath at a time. Like a baby's mouth to a mothers breast, I needed you to supply me with food. A love that was high in calories and a bond that was unbreakable. Yet here I am. Powerless to the memory but strengthened by the thought. I still carry the permanent tattoo of your chains but they are only skin-deep ink. My heart has had a quadruple-by-pass since you broke it and now it has a bullet-proof force field. The secret password to enter is "never-again. Trust has been revoked." Piranha's are going to attack your amends like a a great white shark to it's helpless victim floating in the deep blue sea. Access has been denied. Intruder!!!

Love fills me and hate disgusts me. You blind fool! You cannot ask me for heaven then reveal your devilish antics. Through the wind storms and the rainfalls, I WAS YOUR UMBRELLA. Now, I am your darkest cloud. When the thunder roars you should cover your ears and when the hail falls you should find your helmet of shame.

LIES and deceit have been your source of survival like a fictional persona'. A picture speaks a thousand words but a false introduction spoke a million past-patterns.

blasphemy!!!

No longer do I dwell on disappointments or let-downs. Life has not forsaken me you were just a paper-doll version of a real man. Like father like son, like coward like lion. There is no justification for your actions......be a man, be a father, be something equivalent to what you claim to be for you cannot hide behind your good name forever. When the day of judgment arrives the files of your past will be requested. The taxes of hurting people will be due and the receipts will more than likely be shredded. Yet somehow the paperless words will be accounted for on a recorded history of past-patterns and mental abductions. Someday you will owe a written amount for Karma, and you will be forced into bankruptcy. Your credit score will be forever affected perhaps like the innocent souls you purposely sucked dry.

If the judge of un-seen righteousness would allow me to dig my nails into your flesh I would. Pinning you against the earth would be my deepest pleasure. For you would be at "MY" mercy asking for a hun-dreth chance to prove the goodness of your pathetic existence.

My teeth have finally bitten through the chains. My orthadonist has done wonders. As I spit out the tiny pieces of the fragmented metal, I spit on you. HOW could you hurt someone this way? How could you leave someone in the wilderness to fend for themselves. YOU BASTARD. You swallowed the key and expected me to be Whodini and magically find my way out of your Bermuda triangle of bullshit!!! Amazingly, I managed. As the chains slid off my body I felt like a butterfly from her cocoon. I yelled at the top of my lungs. "I am Free and f*ck you!!!' The Indian burns hurt but were a pleasurable scar that burned with a heroic sensation.

Breaking free from what seemed to be a hopeless scenario was a timely process but eventually it happened. I was no man's prisoner and no man is my keeper. Believing in myself was the key to moving forward. Love is not a ball and chain. The only ball is the one you choose to attend with a decoy prince charming. The chain is the rope that strangles your better judgment. Once I realized the constant friction of the fragmented silvers' rubbing against me, I suddenly realized the red marks that were left imprinted in my skin. Ouch!!!! I was no longer in search of a "matter of life and death" absolution. I was to the point of "breaking free." Once I was able to fly away, the weather somehow became clear the rain suddenly stopped falling...FOR love is not a conflict of interest. It is obviously a battle between the good and bad,angels and demons and right and wrong. Life is on a, "need to know basis," and I have found history's lost journals of all I need to know....