Friends & Family

i'm not saying family isn't important.. it is very important! it's probably the second most important thing in ones life! (i say in ones life because while living we should always take into consideration life it self and it's value as a hole in everything, but that's just another complicated story). what is the most important thing? well obviously your life.. your friends, your home, your town and where u spend your days. i'm not saying friends are more important then family, but while you know family will always be there when on a downfall, friends are what make you! though they will come and go, with each passage they change you, they influence you and they will pull you or towards or away from your true self. it is by them that u will ponder to act. it is by them that ur options will change. your friends aren't important because of who they are, in this hole concept of the importance of what, in ones life, but because THEY ARE YOU. our parents educate you and try to help you distinguish differences between what is right and wrong. but their words are their opinion and only through a social environment does one truly choose and form his own true will. who do u search to impress? family? no.. why? because it is almost a biological law that they will love you unconditionally and pull you through your downs. but you seek your friends attention, your friends respect and that is why they made you to whom you are! of course one only has to benefit from having family as friends. but it is not all that simple. time comes and families drift only to be joined in pain or remembrance. and the feeling to have someone join you because they truly choose to and not do to a unwritten law of obedience, feels so rewarding. no.. fulfilling is a better word. you are complete with your own. with those who chose you and who you chose. be wise. choose with caution. do not let yourself be pushed down by these friendlyish foes. but pull yourself above these. lead the way or be led.. but make sure the path, the life is the one you choose to follow. though you are many, you are you and everyone has there own wishes. bla bla bla.. i'm rambling. probably said enough.

Infatuation

[erm... This one's kind of old]

What do you want me to tell you?  
That I’m anxious to see you? 
That I crave for your presence and when we're apart I wish it not? 
Not that I want to touch you. But feel you, to be compelled towards your touch  
And be fired up in a gaze of gleaming eyes every time you are about?  
Why run from reality? From the inescapable truth that is love?  
That is the joy of being among you and to only hope to hold you at night? 
I read your words like a mystery,  
Like a thriller where I only see the death of my heart.  
My burden is to live on in your absence.  
But then again,  
To live without love is to feel pain in every step, to suffer on every breath,  
To feel anguish and despair in the lonelity of the crowd.  
This mob that mocks me with there trivial actions of fortitude.  
My friends rejoice in laughter as I peel in pain.  
Their smile my tear.  
For we are apart.  
For math is as it should and two continue to be so, when I wished it one.  
Wished us one.

nccuco

The other Legion

[kind of poor. not that great...]

I've called u so many names.
Non of which i choose to tame and say is mine.
If i ask myself why,
you should of realized long ago
your worth as much as a dime.
Though not my intention
this rhyme serves me well. 

I hope to create in you some sort of infatuation,
keep on me your attention
for only a moment.
For after i grasp your breath
and lock your touch in my memory
you are to become my torment.
Thrown away, locked in my pouch,
as vulnerable as grass, u seem to just pass.
(stop the comment! i do not care)
pass through my life
as i riped you out of my heart. 

Your voice (which i don't bare)
became a clean knife
i use to keep people apart.
Nuno.. keep the poise.
Do not lean any further.
For the abyss lies two feet away
and i am not keen
to see you at the end of this. 

Oblivion. It's where i am. It's what you are. 
I do not call you mine
for so many names only serve to pass time.
You were a waste of time...
I've called you so many names,
and this is what you became.

nccuco 

What tomorrow will bring

I’ve created this inferno in your gaze.
an escape from reality in which I find myself.
and to it I return with my disappearance
when time finds it convenient.

it's relative to the space.
when I search for it, the place will accept me
only to make me return to my past and,
once again,
leave the present in which I consistently find myself.

I see you a thousand times in my dreams.
And in all of them your face grows paler
from the previous place I’ve been.
where I’ve lived and in despair sought to find you.

In an impractical situation I spoke to you
and from whispers I created a will to possess only what I do not desire.
to go and come.
I search only what I do not know.
I want only the unknown.

You were created without emotion.
Dead to the touch of a puppet
whose hands and hollow words you wish for.

I return to your gaze...
Why so many faces?
why so many enigmas if you are always the same?
I lack the will to fight for what is mine
so I slack in the simplicity of the platonic.
for it is easier not having to face the truth
(that you created. that you so obviously created!)
of your gaze.

I avoid repetition
in the constant search
of the ecstase that you represent.
Naked bodies,
hands full of pain
that transpire the taste of victory in your consumption.

(why do I lie?
where is there victory in the ephemeral?
the trivial in achieving only what I need make no effort for?
I am a hypocrite of egocentric actions.
I live in the contradiction of my words
so that happiness is always a step away.
so I can be satisfied by conceiving
realizing that I can never behold what is at arms length.
Mages and wizards are my justification
to not give one step forward.
So I can never be free from my objective.
For I am no one.
Who am I to move forward
if that power was not given to me?
if God made me a paraplegic of emotion?
And so, I live. "Happy").

nccuco