Has me inebriated,
intoxicated,
spiralling to levels of
desperation.
But nothing will stop me,
not even myself.

The meeting of two
is the becoming of one,
through love and lust
does love create some.
We create life,
through love,
and we last forever
from here and above.

Love is timeless
lasting, and brilliant.
Its not perfect,
nor ever will be.
But in its imperfections
it becomes  honest and true.
Love is colour,
its shape
it can be the light
and dark of every moment
in its timeless forming shape.
clueless babbling is the true
infection of blinding love.
I know I am babbling
but I know I am in love.

What did you expect was going to happen?
They don't applaud drunken belligerence.
Your a drunk,
cold as the devilish winter,
as bitter as the earth below a lemon tree
and as wild as a forest night.
Your a drunk,
a fool,
a careless fool.
What did you expect was going to happen?
You've done it again,
you've ruined it all.
Inebriated swine,
Give me one birthday that I can remember
with a smile.

I saw a light on this day

it came from my dear dogs eyes.

A bright light I must say

for it held me,

captured in its admiration 
and honest love. 

I have known many ways to love,

though some perhaps left unsaid,

but this was one time I felt

must be spoken of.

A love for honesty,

and beauty,

and pride and fortitude.

This dog had it all. 

My best friend, 

my proudest conversation.

I salute you, 

dearest companion,

for your loyalty,
it is truly 
unmatched.

I watch her move
like smoke
dancing off a
torrid ember.
The earth weeps
knowing that there
will never be anything
quite as beautiful as her,
and it weeps
at the fact that her last moments
are filled with panic and fright.
she cuts through her nefarious foe
like the ocean spray
that slices its way through
crag rock to dampen a once dry space.
She falls to darkness,
with the searing pain of a slicing blade,
but she will not cry, beg nor
give in.
She welcomes death as a dear friend,
and looks to the light of the world beyond.

There are empty spaces
everywhere I look,
they are filled with the
shadows of my regret.
the torturing eyes of my
profound past
haunt me like
a lost love left behind.
I plea to simper times
to grant me the honesty
and path that I deserve.
I have too many questions
and no answers
so I walk around with a
heavy head and a
weighty heart.
Its a beast of a burden
but not enough for anyone
to write a song about
so I stand here
and look into the
empty spaces around me
and know that the shadow closing in
will soon consume me.