Once upon a time i wrote every day
Sun, rain, shine, snow, sleet or rain
anytime was a good time for this pain
for now my chest bear a different pain
self hate to respect, fake love to the real thing
sounds so positive.. doesn't it?
our negative pains bares similarity to the positive with different meaning
every new father knows the feeling
once young and full of braun every lost bar fight left the marks
negative pain of loss, sorrow filling what was once pride
now mature and becoming the coach to their little slugger
positivity fills the memory of the first hit, misery follows the groin where the ball meets
in retrospect the ideology of pain, regardless of why, remains the same
learning experience

Somewhere we go to **** some time
stars layover head, always to far to touch
rigorous detail while the silence speaks out
in this moment the sun is shinning in our night sky
this feelng i should get when your within reach, constant suspension
mindset strict, single i'll stay
until in her eyes i find that midnight sky

in and out, black and blue, you vs. the world
recognition of ideas that decisive the only thing we have left
our own thoughts
contemporary ideas thrashed with technical propaganda
abandoning free exposure and vigour of intentions
Leaving us in a rubrics cube of push and pull
to come out all sides equal shuffle, mend, regroup,
Agree that deficiency is to be desired as feebleness is to be expected
reap technique and embezzle knowledge like its our only opportunity
free passion and become immune to negativity
With indomitable will triumph is inevitable

in this day and age not much can startle me
scary movies and the world wide web has minimal parental control
so when you find the thing that takes your breath away you remember
that giant bug on your shoulder, that was really your hair
the animal running across that sidewalk in front of you, actually a leaf
all brief but adrenaline filled and always ending in a laugh
days, months, hours
spent looking for prolonged versions of this
no pharmacy, hospital, or street corner carries it
but she does
the feeling when your falling in a dream, but on repeat
when your eyes lay rest to something that brings you to tears, but your happy
insomnia stricken until the sound of her beating heart rocks you to sleep
only love can be described as
..those feelings

Relation to sad songs comes often
correlation to positive a task
the world in constant shade
ozone layer continues to deplete
yet the sun seems to want to hide
in a world surrounded with expectations
maybe the sun just hasn't found love

Stress guidelines life discretely and secretly
invisible protracted equation lining us up
oblivious to the sin
much needed a getaway tan
cos we can't make time to de-stress
math may be something to laugh about
mental illness isn't.

confining aroma her name conveys
yet your partner dismisses the self evident
talks and silences tire the surroundings
but she sees the wounds left behind
"its my choice", "she's done nothing wrong"
except share my dreams of your unforgotten touch
the bigger person i stand cold and tall
watching the inevitable fall into place
one day passes will fall into this place
and the end will come to one of us