Kamenwati's blog: "damn"

the blind mans death were walls speak chairs walk away with you taste bitter....unrequainted love love...lust...to sides of the bed foggy eyes see clear in the fog time speaks.....words dont hear damn thats sharp....dont know what the wetness is damn cant see....must be my back words we got none....never really say more then hi still love ya...hell if i know why maybe its the other side of the bed..... i dont know its the damn fog.....

if beauty is skin deep then why is she under my skin her voice crack cocaine... love like heroin the sound... damn puff-puff give on them like so... um taste the the coco tip..splif blow..haze yaa got the buzz..zooted..on that smile.. red light stop..take a sip-sip go.. green light--open door...curtains spread.. coco temptations givin' way to coco sensations.. cinnamon spice that taste so sweet... got me ex'in on this trip... lsd..love soon devoured..acid burns my lips.. taste the puff... mocha temptations with a hint of cinnamon.... um...um..um...got me like libations.... eyes say come........to me...make me wanna..... fall into the haze.......

I know I should'nt but I do... i didnt ask for this..but i have it... i want to taste..but i shouldnt... the thirst draws me...the taste of mocha tempts... cinnamon...um the taste...no...i mustnt do this... why do i want to taste that which is forbidden....

I feel the rage within... the fire burns.... my muscles rage... my bowels fill with digust.... my eyes burn...... teeth clench...... the rage..the hate..the disgust.... why did i look in the mirror.....

my eyes have never beheld a sunset like this the gental mist fills the air the breeze kisses like one awakening their lover the passion of life grows...love blossoms but it is like the midnight rose...its beauty shown only for a moment i wish this impass of life did not exist i am the autumn mist that is carried away in the wind the dew..dried up...like the rose...my wishes never to be but one does not know the ways of the heart and what lies beneath mine is like a shadow longing for a yesterday that may come tomorrow the passage of time grows near but the fear of alone has preceeded it i walk hand-in-hand with the precession the summer of my youth has turned into the autumn chill..and i am left ........the leaves caught in the wind.

see but dont touch.....wish and never have......learn this first for you are the....seek and shall not find one who will always be one....throw those emotions away they're unbecoming.....now you are ready...your purpose is to serve your worth is of no value.....feel but dont act...know but dont speak.....know that these things are true...you shall never have that which you want...you shall only get what is given...beg foolish slave....know your place......the foot is good....speak-X X X X-good you have learned...now let it burn inside..........