My Guy,
Don’t be afraid to cry.
My Man,
If you want, take my hand, and we will make a plan.
My Brother,
I will stand with you forever, no matter the weather.

Do not be like that Man,
Who Frost penned,
And take a breath at the Inn.

For those else who need respite,
Do take my hand without worry nor fright.
For I hope these words bring you delight,
In a world where light shines a little less bright.

For together we grow,
Amongst the stifling snow.
Our priors will disappear in the fires,
Born out of our pure desires.

The night is not long,
Or full of terror,
When we are together,
To chit and chatter till dawn.

As the snow has been laid,
We go our separate ways,
On to better days.

Till we meet again,
Perhaps at another inn,
I will see you later,
My friends.

One must explore more,
To find an answer,
As We do not know—
Furthermore,
We’ve failed Those who have yet to come,
Since We could have found an outcome,
To answer Their call,
Forever more.

May be true they won,
So, we shall carry on.

Our greatest gift,
To be swift,
In complete darkness.

They shall be snide,
Keep your head held high,
For beyond the storm therein lies,
a beautiful grand blue sky.

Let them think they won,
As we carry on,
Headstrong.

Ready for whatever may come,
Showing everyone,
What we can become,
As we carry on.

The lump in the throat,
Face scrunching,
The face narrowing,
Of pain
Of love and loss
Giving Grace a chance to roll down unimpeded.

Dullness digs deeper,
Suffocating my senses,
Of hope within reach.

(Friendly
Regal
Adventurous
Natured
Klepto
Irreplaceably,
Eternal­.)

In my hands,
From the beginning,
To the end,
Through the thick,
And thin,
You will always be my best friend,
Till we meet again,
My little man,
My little guy.

Nonpareil
Strut
Tank
Excitable
Inquisitive
Noodle-****

Ashes we may fall,
Into our sorrows puddle,
Shall we rise anew.

Words shall tether us together,
Forever.
Echoes of:
Hope,
Love,
Despair,
Pain,
Bonding us together,
Forever.

For as long We reign,
On different plains,
Our Words lead to change,
In a world engulfed in flames.

So shall it be,
We sit amongst our trees,
Leading those who cannot see through the leaves.
We keep it brief,
To show belief,
As we grieve,
For their relief,
In hope, to set us free.

Just a child hiding in leaves,
Peaking to see if it will leave,
Rushing waves of fires burn,
Only awaiting my turn,
As I am a child hiding in leaves,
Hoping for it all to leave.

Always a treat to see,
Its ever-stretching beauty,
Shall ever be with me,
Like the clouds, ever plenty.

The sky scours freely, matching Her infinity,
The perfect companion,
For even at night,
Her bright strikes provide a sight,
Bringing with it delight and fright.

Been on my mind:
A stream that intertwines,
A gleam born from wayward mountains,
A cabin nestled between,
A plethora of trees,
An ambition for You and Me.

Always a haze,
Leaving but a taste of sweet glaze.
I remember the days,
Whether in my dreams or real life,
Oh, it is always a delight.

Ooooohhh it will getcha,
I know it will.
Drip by drip by drip,
A slow burn,
That will hookya,
Aching for another turn.

You take a hit,
A drag or a sip,
Drip by drip by drip,
Only takes a slip.

An IV for your soul,
Which you already know,
Oooohhh it will get yous too,
Drip by drip by drip,
Leaving all but a clue.

Walking fleetingly on Stormy Clouds,
Playing Peek-A-Boo.
From the Lightning and the Rain,
The Thunder too.

Aware of the risks,
Of the Lightning and the Rain,
The Thunder too.
Fleetingly moving,
On Stormy Clouds.

Her whispers:
Puts my mind at ease,
Cusping my shoulders,
With Her gentle breeze,
Removing a boulder.

O, Wind,
Come again,
In need of reprieve, sweep me.
Come again,
O, Wind,
I need relief.

O, say it ain’t so,
I’ll go deaf in Heaven?
I’ll go blind in Heaven?

Then what is Hell?
Pragmatic fears fueled by pessimism,
Though I see through the ruse,
The Trap of it all.

I pick Heaven,
With great sounds an sights.

The ultimate Sin,
That lies within,
Is but a test.

I’ll gladly gleam,
Between the seams,
Skip two, do not collect 200,
Gladly.

Sights and sounds,
Lead me through nights and Bounds,
In delight, fleeting on the ground.

The rain brings with it thunder,
The two combine create lightning,
Which is something beautiful,
And strong,
And full of life,
You and I,
My favorite storm.

I choose to embrace,
And know grace,
With wind washed upon my face,
The Perfect storm,
The Love I have,
For You.

Within the mist,
Lies a twist,
A legend to be discovered,
Waiting to be found,
The forbidden chest,
Which holds,
What I know is best,
Purpose.

The water, calm or rowdy, comes in, slowly.
Swarming tides soon become too much,
Drowning me-
And I remain motionless,
As I fear nothing or, am paralyzed by fear,
No, the real movement comes when I am lost.
As I try to find my way time and time again.
Begging for the waters to return,
For true motion to return,
And for my tears to freely flow into the water once more.

My name is Jack.
I am a hero, some may say it is useless calling myself that, but it is true.
I have slayed monsters, and demons
Fallen in love a couple of times,
learned to spot the dangerous ones.

Although onwards I continue my journey,
To conquer unknown lands,
Discover Love- the one and only,
An imponderable Love,
That I know,
She doesn’t.

Yet, I will still go on,
For my name is Jack,
Slayer of monsters and demons,
Seeker of love.

What will I see
When I’m outside the Veil
Dreams and Desires
Failures and nightmares
Those I love and lost
A wall of disappointment
Or reasons to stay

Soothe songs clear my way.
Winds continue to whimper on,
Clouds cuddled together in the sky,
The showers start,
Water weeps,
And puddles prosper.

I don’t think I can be a loser anymore. Aspirations and dreams are just a carrot on a stick in front of my gullible face.  Money, health, wisdom and worth, are all shot. Love is just now lust.  Everyday is a battle tarnishing my brain with delusion and grandeur.  I don’t think I can take it anymore. The worm has spread. Burrowed through decades of hate and disgust, self-loathing and anger. Medication does not help, only deteriorates the burrowing for a couple of months. The worm still moves forward without any hesitation or remembrance of anything stopping it. It just keeps moving.  

It’s probably why I feel cold all the time now. The dark trail, flexible like a shadow, contours and covers my entire brain, changing memories to have a twisted taint coat add a glimmer of despair. My words are short and bitter. No patience to haggle over minor details or to listen to the greener than ever before envy.  

Tried looking for an escape and just couldn’t find one. Hours upon hours of endlessly looking for an inch, finding a deficit. Maybe that is the worm talking. There are those who love me but that just adds to the great fire of it all. Withering away so badly my visage is flailing, fighting more than me, to maintain its composure.

Even now typing this, just right clicking to find what is right, how I should write. Staring into nothingness scrolling on. My hope and dreams are gone. Will I move on? Before the worm is done?

Why should I tell you?
Would you care?
Would you help?
What would you do?
Afraid of the cold shoulder or a negative impact
For which it would break me in two
I cannot take it from you
I have experience in taking in the damage not known
A soul conflicted of what to do
Why I don’t tell you,
Is to save us all together

Examining the swamp:
Dense fog and uneven mud
Whispers fill the wind of thoughts, I should say.

Examining the dawn:
Ray of light paves the way
Of what I am truly meant to say.

Although both speak true, I cannot seem to speak
As the mud passes over my feet, drowning any sense of escape

How I truly mean to say I love you
But remain so far away.

Trapped in a crypt
Only light is a blemish of fire
Making my way through this maze
With the hope of fire giving me the glaze
To see my way through.

I stumble upon these puzzles
Many on the wall
Making sense of them
May help my will to escape.

On and on I go
Figuring this as I Go
The glimmer of hope guiding me
To the solutions I seek.

I solve one leading me down a path
The fire grows as I get closer to the end
Finally the maze has provided me an answer
Many still need answering, but I can escape.

At the entrance all I see is light,
I made it.
Lights get brighter and brighter as it becomes blinding
I tumble back down into the maze
But have no way to see
As if the light took its source and fled
Lying me there wishing I was dead

On and on I go
Wishing for my soul to find peace
Still figuring this out as I go
No hope guiding me now, all alone.

Odds to find millions
Only need one

Could use a few others
Sitting on the plain
Casper should be my name
A flickering flimsy switch
Faulting to find a side

Just need one

Jack and jerry noticed a dam
This **** dam was huge and leaking
What came out was liquefied gold, most desirable
Both reveled in it and wanted more
BAM BOOM DING
More of this lovely treasure leaked out
Giddy realization kicked in rather quick and both had this dream now
Set hours, shifts and turns were done
Both got blinded by their desire
Working overtime on this feat
The dam leaked and the rest is history.

Found my peace after twelve years
A life I will not get back but now I can move on
Anger, regret, have no hold on me
Today I start anew
For now I know what I am
True bless feels hard to describe
Solace in the fact that I must die
And begin anew.

I close the shades, but wait
The lightshow starts at 1
Music comes in at 2
At 3 is the buffet. Chalk full of great dishes
Full and tired I doze off
Time to rest

I climb up again
To walk the tight rope
But I am prepared
I got, Fluffy pillows, Mattresses from God, and a bar
Frightened as I walk
I go half way, But I fall
Onto the soft ground of relief

I’ve learned how to make a hole great.
Cooler and entertainment system.
A tiered step system for when I want to see the sun rise.
To see the sun shine on my face and to dream.
Of making it to the moon and fulfilling all of my outer space.

A winter sight I love
Purifies the world and makes me go blind
With each step I take
Relays the soaked, sinkhole mud to which is beneath me
I slip and fall
To be hit ******* the floor of spine shattering surface
And the sun disappears for another storm

Music flows like water;
mixed with electricity in my blood
with the waves reflecting off, through my skin
lets ride the waves.

The pressure cooker blew up.
Grease and fire spread throughout the kitchen and house
I just stand there, not afraid
No feeling-just emptiness
Alive im told -such a surprise
I should be thankful that I didn’t die
What if I did it

slob for no job
going for a second degree, yet cant take a number 3
what will become of me, I wonder
Left pondering on my own since words I hear are mixed
So brilliant you are!
Thanks
Try here and here
Did
O
. . .
What good am I?

A girl walking through tired and gloomy
While I am high and tidy
Worrying about electronics
While she worries about feeding her family
Looking in her direction remembrance  of the past
Reminding  me that nothing really last.

Daily I am visited
Knocking on my door, wanting to come in
Sometimes I let them in; sometimes they just walk right in
As I heard the knocking I was getting ready to meet them
While I opened the door an unexpected face is there
Reminding me why I am here.