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"What would you do if you knew you could not fail?" Ask yourself this question and answer it with your actions.
-EH

Untouchable...

Untouchable is what and how I choose to be… you wish, if only for only one night you could be me. I see through your flaws and passed the errors of your ways. My purpose and process has nothing to do with you and is never affected by you, my consideration has nothing to do with you and is in spite of you. I feel no empathy only the rising resentment which stimulates my growth. I am on a rampage, showing no mercy to wealth and with zero time for emotions. There are no jokes in the words I speak, only the presence of passion, and a thriving excessive psychotic determination that wills for success. The phrase "I can't" has no place in my vocabulary. The supposed importance of my life that you see to be linked to monetary means is true but please oh please let me reassure you that my goals and future are in focus of one progressive subject and topic, CHANGE… and the only reasoning I can come up with, specifically, as to why I can "lol" to the subject I speak so eloquently on is simple: Goals and dreams are for the hopeful, so let me state firmly, I have chosen to create and develop change, and without a doubt this is my destiny… Cliché, yes, is what your ears may have detected, but truth is my only preference, so with love and gratitude I address the issues at hand and demand your attention, for honestly who else will you listen to or can even bare to watch.

-EH

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"Some say that dreams are for children and that when you grow up reality sets in and your dreams are deferred, but I say, if you remain a child at heart and always maintain the a will to achieve, your dreams will no longer be burdens of sadness but balloons that float to never-ending heights and you will fly like a kite reaching beyond the moon and the stars. So dream big and with a childish heart, allowing no one to steal your smile"
-EH  

Oh So Sweet...

Hooked like a sugar-fin, these sweet whispers are more then just music to her ears. Lying awake unable to greet slumber with a simple kiss, her eyes dream the dreams of queens and kings. No worries pierce her thoughts tonight, only graceful transitions from one slide to the next provide milliseconds for negative reflection. Reading the script of his mind like a grade A student she finds no need for interruption, her timely anticipations leaves room for subtle glances into the future. In this spirit hearts race and veins pulsate with the gradual escalation of an inescapable feeling. She dances not in a vertical formation but in all sorts of arrangements, holding nothing short of sweet fulfillments. With her glass half full, there are no feelings of emptiness but merely sounds of passion smeared across these faces.  Linked like charms on a bracelet the reoccurrence of friction sculpts an elegant figure, one not from scratch but molded with every fiber of her being. Eruptions play one on top of another allowing for constant beginnings, no formulated endings, but in those last minutes pain is relinquished.

-EH            

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"There is nothing easy about starting over, even if there is a change in scenery, if you are still you nothing will seem new"
-EH  

A Different Me...

Change is irrefutable and the reality slowly settling on your brain is that you don’t know me! Your sunrises were fallacies and at nightfall all that is left to be seen is who I have become in spite of you. Who that is, is untamable which only reiterates the reasons why you don’t know me. These chains you've wrapped tightly around my fate required no key to unlock and if there is a God then only he can predict what unsettling futures await. Freedom is what you kept from me and life is what I stole in the night. My shadows were pleasantly unseen and creations of mayhem, like breakfast lunch and dinner, satisfied my appetite. Control is what once fueled your impression of me but this me, whom you don’t know, sees no time on the clock. The ticking that was once heard has faded into the background, overwhelmed by the bass beating through these speakers. Your favorite song is what I once was, but that unrecognizable melody you keep hearing played over the radio, whispers the simplest words “You Don’t Know Me”.

-EH      

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“Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.”- Hilaire Belloc

Minus One...

The remnants of plausibility needs no boundary, closed to possibility there is no longer a fine line between this passion and darkness. Swept in the chill of all phrases there is none to be unearth, none to be cordially caressed or soulfully sung. In this night, darkness and fame only stand, leftovers of past claims and future drains, the emptiness deafening to the current state of silence leads only back to this unlawfully soul, a spirit that one had never wished for, hoped for or even simultaneously imagined.  The presence of nothingness burns to the core, providing no room for rebirth. This incrimination of life finds no peace of mind or centers filled with value. The absence of integrity shines in the shadows and only bears yet another conclusion, false hopes perhaps. There is no tangible way to say this, so in an effortless fashion “you’ve lost one”, and that would be the only resolution, producing such a conclusion bringing nothing but the illusion that you ever had one, me, in the first place.

-EH

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“Misunderstood is what the fine print should say, how long this scroll of rules and regulations, but yet and still you demand my signature.”

-EH

Speechless...

This instrumental keeps playing over and over again. The unbearable sound of empty words creates the type of uselessness that would never tire. Hidden in the depths of 4/4, the metronome of mind and thoughts continues to pulsate in its most recognizable form, taking shape, the strong hold of this corset no longer exist in the matter of what once was. Intermittently, strings are pulled and style protrudes, opening the ears to past and future possibilities, explanations and contracts, surely unwritten, but scribed in Braille so only fingertips can begin to understand. Leading into the physical and gradually but reassuringly composing this unlawful feeling of purpose with promises toppled on chest and back, scratches an itch that will soon return. And after the fading of such suckling scents only the memory, hosting the capacity, will provide a melodramatic comfort, and as it was stated once before “sweet dreams” will then become doorways to the future. Only here and there in those moments will the discovery occur of what was once said to be true to you, only in your mind, becomes this fantasy. For you were neither here nor there, but just simply sleeping. 

-EH

Book Swept: Blue Like Jazz

Book Swept: Blue Like Jazz: "When I was in love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my own problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful"
-Donald Miller

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"What lies beneath this pond on tears will soon emerge stronger and fierce"

-EH 

Daydreaming...

Feeling like a trip to Vegas would do no justice to this emotion. The utter thought makes no sense in reference to this emotion, unknown but not unable to acknowledge what that exactly is keeps the mind roaming, like a telephone call lost in translation, “ring, ring, ring”, eventually heard, receiving or hearing a click across the meter of some wire, somewhere, finding and awaiting those words, in any fashion of course, seeking but no longer hoping for something new, impressionable, something more so within reach then the heart that lays in your hands, her hands, his hands, whose hands, that of whom it was giving to, that of whom has the undeliverable gift to settle such a score, “cling” is the noise made by these silent swords. Now left in this state of what is merely a dream, continuing to defer what is true and visual, not near nor far-sighted can create a translucent appearance but only you can bring color, clear, fresh and airy combinations of what is willed for.
-EH 

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"There is only one scene to this preview for which you lack the ability to watch"
-EH

Midnight...

People describe it as a broken record, as though emotions that flow through heart, mind, soul, and body are expressions of a changeable matter. Things that can be altered, but in the respect for the unknowing, your unawareness to the current state is that of which is blank, is that of which you have no remorse for. Standing merely as the reflection of this perfect picture frame you find my brilliance un-uniformed and most certainly unsettling in an incongruence fashion. Words of not the wise but of the broken seep through in the worst way. Not born to this nature, the understanding of reciprocation is unknown. Failing in the most beautiful way there lacks the knowledge but not the intelligence to concede purpose and affection. Lost in the wake of hopes and dreams finds the only sort of peace that can humble the tongue of a sounding bird but is inexplicable to you.

-EH