faded

Consistently inconsistent,
Sometimes still and at times turbulent.
In ruins, is this cosmic connection,
All this drama- a mere fiction.
All that is, is and is my making,
A higher truth , I thought I was seeking.

An epiphany, and I transcended,
Into a realization, that it ended.
Long-long ago, its time eclipsed,
Dreaming away, real time, I’d missed.

Like the highs and lows of an ocean,
You’ve always been, an unrest emotion.
Determined, is the way to be,
This Drama - no-more, can I see.

Through the tyranny of my mind,
I have been trying to escape,blind.
I see you now, for what you’ve been,
An absent figure - washed clean .

So fade away, my love,
Fade away, into an abyss.
Fragments that are left of you,
Take them all , old and new.
©Mr. 733

if you could read my mind

to

If You Could Read My Mind

If you could read my mind,

You’d see a thousand papers

Filled with broken poetries

And deadbeat proses

Full of woeful verses

With mournful pieces

Of unfinished stories

That are yet to be written

And failed to be spoken;

If you could read my mind,

You’d hear horrible screams

And earsplitting weeps

From shattered dreams,

Kept in a nasty notepad,

Scribbled on a bed

Of bloodstained words,

Ringing in my head.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see the shadows

That lurk within me;

You’d hear the bellows,

Screeching the words

“I’m tired,”

“I’m a failure,”

“I’m stupid –”

I know it sounds stupid,

It’s pathetically foolish

And seems too *******.

If you could read my mind,

You’d feel the tears

I had ever failed to cry;

You’d see the people

That make the weak weaker;

You’d see the monsters

That consume my head;

oYou’d hear the hollers

That failed to be freed;

You’d see the heart

That still bleeds and bleeds.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see the face

I’ve failed to show back then,

The face I’ve faked back then.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see a character

I had ever failed to become

If you could read my mind,

You’d be able to read

A book you never wished

To touch and read,

But sometimes I still wish 

Someone could read my mind. 

Peace ✌. 

let the things and people go on, 

© Mr. 733

trUSt

I thought I could trust you

With my hopes

My dreams

Secrets

But no

You turned them against me

Told the words I whispered

Cried and shouted

Spoken in

Confidence

With one single note

You have betrayed me

Hurt me

Wounded

Cutting

Deeper than any flesh wound

Now because of your childish pride

And your stubbornness

It is I who is being punished

Who has to live with your mistakes

You have cost me

More than you know

You’ve been banished from my parent’s lives

Not that I really blame them

For all the harm you’ve brought 

them

Now that damage

Has carried on to me

And I have to live with it

You can go on your merry way

Having nothing to do with them

But I do

Because of you I can never

Have a celebration

A party

All of that is now gone

My graduation

Forget it

You’re no longer invited

My parent’s don’t want you in their home

Remember I said that 

I wanted you to be my maid of

honor

Forget that too

Because of your selflessness

I have to live with the consequences

Even when I have done nothing

Wrong

Now because of you

my trust is

Lost.

-Mr.733

mONster

Think of a monster.

Now why is it a monster?

Is it the looks?

Twisted teeth, Pointy horns,

Broadened chest, body of thorns?

The personality?

Sketchy, Judgmental, Manipulative,

A betraying spirit that doesn't forgive?

But I can guarantee that some people here

Didn't imagine anything fictional

Maybe it was a father, a mother?

A backstabbing friend?

A brother, a sister?

A manipulative boy or girlfriend?

These monsters are real

And these people just the victims

Of a living nightmare.

-Mr.733

The lies behind the eyes of the beholder.

All too often I hear the question : 

What has happened to all of the " Real Men"?

Do they even exist anymore, or have they succumbed to extinction?

And the answer is no.They are still very much alive, just fewer in numbers. These days, if you happen to come across one, chances are you will find him at what, from the outside, appears to be him at his worst. After having been so beaten down by life, that he hardly resembles a man any longer. (Or at least what you think a man should look like) This, as a result of standing up for what is decent, fair and moral. You know, being a "Man", while living in a world void of any morality. But do you know?

I am asking all of you: Do you really have the skills which are necessary to be able to recognize some one for whom and what they truly are? Where do your eyes stop when they peer at someone? Do they ******* through the car window? Past the $20 hair cut? Can they keep going, beyond the glare of jewelry and through the named brand distractions of the accessorized apparel? And even then, past the last line of defense for this well orchestrated mirage. The camouflage, which you are foolish enough to have mistaken for "Body Art". Yes, the need for illusion has become so desperate and low, that all someone has to do now, is copy & paste the same kind of **** which they hide behind, in much of the same way as they do on social media, except instead of copy & pasting it to the screen, they just take it to their favorite tattoo salon & cover their body's with it, from head to toe. And just like any other masquerade, it is all donned In order to distract you from the truth of what little substance lies underneath the skin.

And you believe it all too, don't you?

Trick or Treat.

Those aren't real men or in many cases women either. A tattoo, or any other equivalent of artificiality can never be as honest as a Scar can be.

An Emotional Scar does more damage than a superficial one. A wound speaks more of the individual who bears it. Who's suffered the pain which came with it and who is constantly reminded by it. That is what true sense is derived from, Lessons.

However, when it comes to the moral Man's personality,

the world today & the people in it tend to push these types of individuals into corners. These types of "personalities" suffer to hold on to their integrity and pay terrible prices in order to do so. They sacrifice their security, their psychological state of mind & their physical personal comfort for it. And living in this world, for them, is like torture. So many have had the things and the people they fought for, loved and held dear, snatched away from them, just because they do, not what is easy & popular, but what is right. And these days, the difference between those three are worlds apart.

The lethargic effortlessness of life has made men like me, obsolete and replaced us with the self-serving Narcissist. Not even Man, but a new creation of the self. Void of any empathy, understanding, sympathy or human emotion. A machine, a mere monster, a Frankenstein. Look around out there and if you have eyes to see with, you will see that humanity has traded who they were born to be, for what is in fashion to be. They have given up the now elusive spirit of the human heart, for the abundant trend of the human ego. Take a closer look, it is like "The Walking Dead" out there. Mindless, heartless, merciless zombies, only doing for them selves. Consuming whatever they can, how ever they can & who ever they can, in order to stay well supplied and well hidden among'st the rest of us. Lying in wait to ambush us, victimizing us, selling us out, draining us like Vampires.

Men and Women like myself, start to feel as though we are the last human beings on earth, being hunted by these monsters. Always weary and uncomfortable. Going through life trying desperately to hold on to that which is real within us, so that decency does not vanish from our lives, by being chewed up and eaten alive by one of them or by all of them.

A horrible existence. This way of living/surviving is completely unnatural & brings with it a new type of loneliness & attached to that is the worst kind of hopelessness. A dangerous state to be in, if one does not keep his wit's about him. And have the given sense enough to know, that If it were not for a God in heaven, there would be no hope at all. No reason to suffer un-popularity or ostracism. No reason to do what is right, over what is convenient . No reason to not just give in to the temptation of an easy life. A life where all that matters is numero'uno. Where everything else and everyone else is just secondary.

I would rather be alone & miserable for the rest of my life, than to be a self-centered, backstabbing, bloodsucking son of a b¡tch like most of them out there in "Zombie Land".

Now, getting back to these "Men" that so many our Women are attracted to. The men that keep letting you down time and time again. The ones who's possessions make them look like they are worth something, whom you so easily swoon over like some kind of hypnotized harlot. My dear sister, eventually those things get stripped away. Either by time or the trial's of life. And then what you are left left with is whatever pathetic thing was hiding underneath.

And that is what you get, for being led by your eye's, your hands, your ears and your selfish little minds.You listen to & are led by, every other part of your body except your heart, which is the Apex ***** over all others. Which has been given charge and authority, by The Creator himself over all of those other things you are always so quick to bow down to. And that is a ****** shame. And that is your ****** shame. And it is no one else's fault but your own.

You want to see a mans character or a woman's? Then look for their Scars. They will tell you what kind of survivor they really are. The kind that is self reliant or the kind that feeds off of the flesh of his brother or his sister to survive. The opportunist.The scavenger.The rat.

But thankfully, there is a God. "One God!" (One). And there always will be. And the world can think what it wants. And take what it can. But it can not have what it wants. Not from me. My individuality is my soul and it is held together not with pride, or greed, or vanity, but with integrity. And that belongs to Him. And when it is inevitably brought back to him, it will be brought to him intact, un-molested & 

Immovable-

-Mr.733

how to be a writer

A friend asked me 

how to be a writer.

I wanted to say,

"lock yourself in a room,

scream until you have 

a poem and no voice.

Open your veins and bleed 

until you know that your bones

are pure words and sorrow. 

Act as if you slit your own throat

and all you can bleed

are your own regrets 

and all of the darkness

you boxed up for inspiration. 

Write your loved ones a letter,

tell her you're leaving

and you won't be back for awhile

Because being a writer is traveling 

through all seven layers of ****

and denying anything is wrong.

Forget loving yourself 

when all you have is a pen and paper

fused to your wrist

and god is tapping at your skull

saying turn back now.

Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning

It's just your soul 

clawing at the front door trying to get in. 

Learn how to be alone. 

Learn how to lose everything you have

in order to feel release,

learn how to only feel deceased 

from now on."

but.........

A friend asked me

how to be a writer.

All I said was

don't.

=Mr.733

top & bottom

I love her
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
she’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without her
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
she’s not the one.

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