I am your motivator
Your guide through this tall dead growth
Follow me into light and glory and we
Together
Shall become one
Do not question the path that I guide you down
For it can make no sense to you until we reach the end
And know this:
If you stray from this path
You will realize that what you travel alone is no longer a path
What you follow now is a pattern
Day after day you will crawl towards your death
Alone and cold
But if you remember that I alone am your motivator
I shall be back for you at the break of dawn
To pick you up out of the quicksand you create
From tears cried into dunes upon dunes
And when you are ready
We will continue
Together again
into the sun.

Once upon a time
You and I were walking in the forest
And you whispered into my ear
That the trees hated us
Because they knew that one day
Our initials would be carved
Into every single one of them

The locust tans hide
In sun burnt valleys
As crystal skies swirl and stir
Light illuminates the inside of your head
Between those clean amber eyes
And you look at the back of smooth olive hands
Slowly remembering how the story goes
Cover to cover
Inked black past
Regrets highlighted with a red pen
Almost like you had decided to cover up the past
And paint a false red tale
Covering up your one chance
To burn yourself to the ground
Truthfully

While blue black ink is soaking into the paper on the desk
I lay down sulking eyes onto the dog eared love note
That you took the time to pen late last night
You write so fearlessly
Painting the unending love you feel
For us and for me
In blue black ink.

Cynical people say life is not fair.
I think that life is too fair.
You eat an onion and the cell walls break down and you taste the flavor, delicious and ripe
and then your breath stinks like an onion.
You find yourself at a lonely 30 without a wife
and then you find a woman too complex to fall in love until she found a mature soul.
You feel the pangs of heartbreak, and you realize you were a ******* that needed to stink boldly enough to change your ways.
There is no winning in life.
You pay the toll and you drive the road that you paid the toll for.
So feel the sadness and know that you’re paying your toll.
And then rejoice in the happiness,
the road you get to travel.

Howling fowls cease to be
while grey boatmen
chapped on ends
worry about where their women
back on land
choose to lay.

Crushed red velvet smokestacks bellow and binge drink while I sleep
Leather bound story of a lifetime
Stretched and fleeting
Believing in breathing
Life into words