It boils inside you and you see it everyday
It kills you to let shit go.
It boils inside you and you hate it every day
In her bruised blue eyes.
It boils inside you and you see it every day
In the stitches the nurses sew.
It boils inside you and you hate it every day
In your sadness and lies.

It boils inside you and you live it every day
In his scorn and hate.
It boils inside you and you fear it every day
What his hands may do.
It boils inside you and you live it every day
Hoping this time his anger will break.
It boils inside you and you fear it every day
That you'll wake up again tomorrow.

I could write novels on the way you make me feel,
filling infinite pages with your essence would be a simple task.
I'd struggle only with the way to word perfection and the way your eyes gleam
as well as describing the ways your smile makes me weak.
You are so damn far away and I miss the sound of your voice
with the frequency of the tides hitting the shore.
But despite the tilt of the earth, time zones, interstates, and state borders
that keep me away from my home, I still feel close to you.
I could reach my arm across the bed and almost feel like you are here.
I wake up in the middle of the night,
expecting the body I have never even slept with to be here protecting me.
I know you are, just not physically.
You cannot be in my region of time and space
and I cannot be in yours.
None of these boundaries can keep me from you,
we both refuse to let them.
But every single moment I do something new or see something beautiful
or blink
or breathe
I miss you.
My fingers curl against my palm and my hands ache,
I reach out for you.
I wake up once more and experience the biggest disappointment I could imagine.
You still cannot be here and I still cannot be there.
So for now, I'll hold you in my heart that keeps my blood circulating
and where you have purchased your retirement home.
I will let you reside in my heart and soul because you cared enough to tear
down the wall, brick by brick.
When we come together,
I will not waste another moment.
I will hold you tight and tell you I love you.
Even after I have found out the definition to your perfection,
I will sty and I will love you for a lifetime.
I know you will keep redefining it as you have redefined my life, soul, and heart.
I'll hold you soon enough.
But for now, know I love you
and that I will not return the keys to the space I occupy in your heart.

I feel like a big man
in a straight jacket
who has just learned
despite all his strength
he'll never break the restraints

I'm not saying
you should ever give up

Just relax when you can
Don't fight so hard
You'll be free soon enough

It is  what loneliness feels like on late nights
and I find myself drunk texting poetry

I want to make your ears time capsules
for the things I have to say

Sometimes I settle for your phone

I want to wake up
in the morning
with a message from you

A picture of your smile
Your smile
Your stupid beautiful smile

It is all I ever really wanted anyway

There are doctors who don't care, and police officers who offer more kindness. It seems that a simple-minded man who works on a shop floor is a good hearted individual but powerless in this dictating society.

There is insomnia within me. Where I wake up night after night, just trying to get some sleep. Once I have woken, I can't get back to sleep. So I sit here forever, thinking of how I am insecure over my poetry and my life itself. And how I need to do something to gain some sanity, but this thing is unknown.

I love it when, this loneliness is eating away at me, with my mother shouting and making me feel small. Even though she cares, it's not enough, and this meaning that I am writing about now, is completely insignificant to the small-minded individuals who condemn expressing yourself because it renders you different, especially in the younger years.

Where we are forced to keep shut and move forward, I will keep on speaking and expressing, and even though it may attract criticism. I know I am a man of purpose. I will pursue the endeavour of life, the reality of it all, is I am not afraid.

Ticktock ticktock
Says the lazy clock.
Kring-kring-kring
Hear the morning sing.
Wake up! Wake up!
No more time for dreaming.
Zzz-zzz-zzz
Bees? Snore?
You're still sleeping.
Beep-beep-beep
It's your boss calling.
Bang! Hurry! It's 8 a.m.
And the world keeps spinning.
Ting! You're late.
Prepare for screaming.

Remember when we were high off our heads
and added gummy bears and sour chews to the mix?
Don't forget the runts..I don't.
We ate until our tummies were full
with candy and laughter and the yummy ice cream concoction we created.
These were moments of bliss.

Then we fell asleep just to wake up again..

Ripping through calories with hard sex
which left our tummies empty.

until next time..
cause there's always a next time.

To sit in sight of the future is hard, so
the test.
Only time could tame such.
So we must dress intention with
passion and foresight.
Better the tree to knot understanding,
then to pace the plane.


To understand ~  is to speak of sands
far and apart.
And water to fill the well of enlightenment.
Thread the vine, sewn by those who
mine the mental.
But shelter it kindly as vision refined.  


Afar in the eyes of insight, many
righteous will sleep.  
Certain to never serpent in the
shadows of the dark ~ in the wake of
this dream.


In a release  ~ we lay back down by a
pardon of our awakening.
Dumbfounded by this fortune we must
address and censor, then in a calm ~
pray.


Quilt these intentions with the
presence of grace.  Disable the
confusion within the warmth of day.


Become the bird perched, in nest, to
only mend in promise, in earnest first
flight.
Begin the flight of your deepest natural
right.


Live as if your were destined.
Live as though you cared for the
compassionate.
Live as though you could.


Live as the hawk ~  that followed me
to the stare ~ in a gaze that day.
Such is life, simple and pleasured in so
many ways.  Too fancy, to be fortunate
are those who share in recite ~ paint
those leaves ~  wet in pen, in their
branch of arts ~ two pleasure in share.  
Milk the ink in pleasure of  pen.

Wake up stars
Shine my way
I'm going to get my love
In the dark night

Moon walk with me
Wind send me breeze
I'm going far away
And I'm not coming back

Yes, I'm going on a journey
To find my one true lover
Going through it, cold or sunny
I know in time it's getting harder

But I won't stop
Oh I
Will find
My lover

When I stand and ask to stop the fight, I wake up to find tears ripped out my eyes, without a sound, no sound
As long as I live in that illusion, screams won't save me, coz nobody's moving all around, all around
When the dark nights and lonely days are coming, all I have to do is be brave to handle the truth, the truth
Spent a lot of time in the wrong way, I didn't respect or even understand my youth, my youth
Dreams became the only place to live in, coz when the clock's ticking, my whole world stays freezing won't move on, won't move on
Voices sound like echoes, hearts aren't beating, with no loving and there's no believing, it's like a song, a sad song
Rejected by the closest ones to my heart, until I had a shell closing on me hard 'til I broke, I broke
Stuck in the moment, facing all kinds of insulting sayings that I couldn't stand, 'til I spoke, I spoke
Facing the fever in the middle of the snow, so cold and destroying won't let me glow so I cry, hardly cry
I have to be careful when I breathe in, coz everytime I take it, for me It's pulling away from sight, it gives me fright