Could say that I made it
To summit
And plummeted
Pulled myself up
And got back
To the top of it
Stopping for only
A moment
To breathe
To receive the tranquility,
From troubles leave
But returned to the struggle,
The downward descent
Like an addict who still
Gets his fix on lament

If I could love, I would take the best of marble and dove,
And craft her eyes like inlaid tombs in stone skyward flight.
Just so, the Egyptian khamsin wind, by way of Rhodes,
Alights with evenness on the trullo stone of Alberobello.
Just so, the weighing of the heart lies between marble and dove.

The masterful stroke of an artist’s hands
Comes from broken fingers and cut wrists
Hands that have been dragged through hell
And rested in heaven,
That creates real mastery.

Across the meadows of this autumn-air,
I see a ditch, a mirror of the sky,
The sun's setting, ending it with a flare
Of purple shades, an inspiring dye.
The breath of twilight is reviving me,
After striking my neck with a soft blow.
In everlasting beauty I feel free,
Losing myself in this natural glow.
Let there be friends – friends possessing a heart
Capable of perceiving all this lightness,
Who are together when you are apart,
While getting cleansed by all this sacred brightness.
    The people of the heart will recognize
    Upon Truth's land where truth and beauty lies.

close to being over you,

or drinking, not forgetting you,

or maybe just accepting you,

or things i used to do.

try to turn this palace,

into waiting rooms,

when drinking never got me through.

sleeping, I'm so terrified,

wake up lost inside a life,

i couldn't change, and losing mine.

i think about you all the time,

im trying not to, that's the point.

can't reclaim my heart as a boy,

but I still believe in a sun,

I'm slowly walking towards..