Hold my Breath, Until communication is only just a test......

Yes!!! Second posts. Today is another insomnia clouded calculated time to walk the earth. I desprately need sleep. Well anyway I am working up the courage (lol) to close down the old myspace and facebook. It will be down soon I imagine, It haunts me and makes things worse for the wear. I mean The people I want to hear from are the ones who want to seek me out, not just check up on me. Feel free to here though it gives me consolation to know you care enough to stop by. Drop me a line.
-TAITA
ps. This is really weird because i havent sent anybody the address to the site.
oh and here is another poem fresh off the brain/heart.Enjoy.

Hold my Breath, Until communication is only just a test......

We live in the darkness of our collapsed lungs
Where the sounds of our own breathing
Are as hideous as a church organ to an atheist
Funneled air vibrate the cords
But real communication is beyond us
Our eyes can sometimes say
Save our souls
So much better than our empty breathe
Clouded and cluttered
Like all the dark streets
And dirty sheets
We wrap ourselves in
We are
Cold
And uninvited
Dressed up
To be let down
It’s a putrid ugly
Ordination of distorted honesty
But it’s captured our every means of communication
The distress we wear is so much
More appropriate
Than The calm pace
Of our conversation
We need this
We need to have no other way out
We need to exhaust all the wrong answers
To know the right one
And our failure is written on every face
In every picture
That lies of contentment
And in a race to find happiness
I found truth
Heinously murdered
On the floor with her back to me
And when I checked her pulse
I knew she wasn’t breathing
We can never be the same again