Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight 

Mango realms developing a patterned pace 

coming near the tableau set by the broodiest of female species who seem to mark the start and end of when my soul is able to once again meet with the brightest of stars known to man, and the eclipse that seems to unfold while still being persistent every time I find a way to be so as well

. I will wait,

   she is inescapable.

she always comes back. 

I will wait

Cause the good things, the Best things

in this life are not free. I'm not sure what you've heard, to be honest

now Spend 10 minutes with an impatient being

Really impatient

Suppose skittish 

Well, cause yes that is a well accurate representation as to how I perceive your actions that have now become what your muscles who appreciate rhythm have become accustomed to

-skittish 

I can hear your unsound mind, without having to assess this situation any further 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

The most malleable component to life only exposed to a certain tribe that lays hidden upon mankind, 

  but Always there

Playing with this component 

She is a friend, the best of them all 

once the line is broken 

All boundaries disappeared, all barriers lifted

And for those who run from its defiance, because for a being of that breed there is no greater stress than as to when this component decides to completely run out.

Endings. Oh.....

What a funny old friend to now call the sweetest of company. 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

...... 24 hrs everyday........

Go do something about it. 

You are here

Now. 

So be HERE, 

     now.

  And everyone knew 

But not how 

  but because it was Impossible not to acknowledge 

Silent but deadly

 approachable still unattainable 

"sweet as sugar, cold as ice."

Get stung once, chosen poison for life.

a potent passion

offering a heavenly float 

Before sinking you stirdy 

  salvation sitting sweetly atop your now turbulent tide

-C.C.

In and out the shaded Creek 

   Frolicking spaces, where rock bottom embodies her ineluctable reign

Higher, and higher, Life takes her form.

fruiting, falling, leaving tenderness out to play

Bundles of movement now taking their grip

only so long until, once again, the Creek is lit

Spiders dance in mothers lace

Bees, seem silent, indulging in next day's pace 

rock bottom, rock bottom 

Take me in

Avoiding their sound 

   As we solemnly sing 

Understanding the Misunderstood's (2)

You know the feeling of being scared that your uncontrollable unconscious mind will inevitably fall out of the strong uncontrollable gravitational pull love fuffills  in that moment that feels so rich and full, but never perminanent, 

but good

definitely good.

With you, well even if it wasn't you, since the universe has layed out such an intense, acute interest in our bond aswell, it seems accurate to admit that the world benefits from our bond just as much as we do, which passes boundaries we cannot define  within our own two physical limits. 

And no, no point ever has to be proven to outsiders because every single distraction from what was claimed to be as the 'right' answer simultaneously submerges. The key to the naked inevitable truth. 

The beautiful, untouchable tool to beauty itself, is being able to serve it with a side of wisdom, and if you sprinkle some intellect 

Wells that's all three, consider it a fucking party. 

But parties got old when the only thing that seemed right became new. 

show me more

There is no power in this world as the one in the serenity of truth and baby expose my colors in the dead of light, 

     I want the whole fucking world to know. 

- Carolina Cancela

The ripe Cherry Tree

and even in the simplest sound of your tone

Resentment and desire reaching an equivalence 

May there still be the presence of the deranged principle in lust 

As to how I am now catering to my current chaos, adding the disdain in regard 

reflecting my past, resenting my future 

Then quickly refreshed by the mastering of the affluent, Western ways. 

Damn you. 

Yes that tone, the one you season like snowflakes, honoring the splitting disposable, fault of mankind, at rest 

Yet now awakened 

But baby I was a fool, just a fool. 

-C.C.

It was almost scary to watch 

Cause how could something so clear be misunderstood so well 

As how the stairs to wisdom are so appreciated when they lead to more destruction than you pleading now on your knees 

You have love, I have appreciation 

Only within myself, validation. 

It's delightful, yes 

    "The life of no hesitation" 

Baby rest your head 

And even when he stood misunderstood

My eyes convinced his confusion into being something forsaken 

He can't run forever 

I've always been here. 

He knew. 

-C.C.

Going Growing

Where would my heart be in another place and time 

Follow the leader has never felt so out of line

I slide slowly out of your frame 

But never out of your mind 

Let it burn baby, yes the fire 

it feels nice

I told you I liked coal, only making his heart set on wood

Come on baby, I said I wanted to burn.

No, Don't bring out the green shrubbery, for I could go on and grow my own.

Yes wrap it up, and then throw it under the Christmas tree with the rest of your shit

Burn, baby burn.