aceblade's works for Friday, July 27, 2012

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Friday, July 27, 2012

normal?

psycopath tendencies never elude, my psyche a chalkboard for scholars, to configure what unknown prognisis, is left to discover, un-cover, devour, exploit, medicate, never emancipate, only a wall of mirrors, enter the dragon style, where the villian with claws, cuts me and laughs as I withdraw,... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 11:12 PM | add or view comments (4) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

child to adolescent (Can you remember) child to adolescent (Can you remember) can you remember as a young child, how simple things were, saturday mornings my body felt like a locomotive, soon thereafter, came soft lip first kisses, finger tips entered, button fly's werent' zippered, never touched,... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 10:49 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

http://aceblade-confusedcranium.blogspot.com/

just to remind you guys, I have a blogspot with the above address. cpy and pst. Let me know what you thinks. Feel free to post and think about it as a "Picnic area or outside concert area where similiar minds can be themselves." Trivial knowledge for the young at heart. Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 10:15 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

regrets, the psychological baggage that some carry, like a wisp of exhaled cigerette smoke, lingers, some like, some can't stand the smell, with this, flags are raised and it takes me into one more good fight, into the frey, unknowing and uncaring of whether I come back from, this un-winable fight,... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 9:51 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

and there I was, sitting in a puddle of self-induced pitiful mud, sorrow overwhelmed everything in my blackened mind, heart and world, thinkin' it was time to let it go, turn the tables so to speak, you know, I will always have love for you, bro, even though, Maybe I shouldn't, 'cause I was let... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 9:33 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

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