You Did WHAT With A Monkey's blog: "My Ignorant Poetry..."

In the midst of your darkness- Feeling lost, alone or in need- Call upon me. A solid shoulder to cry on- A listening ear. One true exemption. No judgment. No criticism. If you let me, I’ll be your nightlight. I’ll be your friend. A soft glow in the shadows, helping you find your way.

These emotions plague you- Like a volcano, On the verge of eruption. As anger builds, It buds- Into the rose it will become. Intertwined thoughts of regret, Loss & bewilderment- It’s entertaining your universe. Slow-motion movements - Timid reactions Forgotten fragments of self-discipline. Leaving you with an un-centered serenity

A broken damn of emotions – spill onto the floor. This glass box of faith is shattered. Shards imbedded into your skin. Barely breathing, Barely alive. Emerging the emancipation of one’s self- The river of tears flow. Alone you are. The Incantation of this damnation Swallows you whole. With your face in your hands You wept. Seeking comfort in your sorrow.

The pain in a child's eye- Paradox of promises. His father's lies. "When will he see me?" He cries. A 5 year old's confusion- No more laughter, no more smiles. He sits in his room alone. Holding the last toy he was given- He's hoping, praying and wishing... He blames himself for his father's decisions. "It's all my fault." He whispers.

Bring me into your world... Submerge yourself into my soul. Mesh with my flesh, Take Me! Force me to my knees in submission. Own me for a moment - Let your eyes burn me with intensity, while your hands explore my universe. Deep within me, borrow my everything.

Mercury's rising, like the heat within- butterfly wings in the wind. Pale skies, shaddows dance; again, captured by your glance. Antoher hypnotic trance. My thoughts adrift- my stomach's in knots; I feel my knees weaken. Your touch is like fire on ice, you melt me from deep within. You take my everything, opening me up to sin. Restless, I wait for you again.

A short sentimental autobiography... A chance at clarity set to transpire. If I blink this opportunity will pass; like a dream forgotton upon awakening. Occasional premediated self manipulation. I'm told "Don't ignore the little hints- Seize the day, or passionate investigations will obsess you." It's just another substantial complication. This pace is dictated by circumstance. Realization sometimes clouding my choices. As I search for an emotional donation, I reminisce the seeming maddness. There are suspicions of what's occuring. I disassociate quietly- Not questioning the judgement of the masses.