Man, we are an ugly,
broken,
people, aren't we?
We formed a society that abhors following ones' own desires.
A society that demands participation!
Or expiration...
We turn ourselves,
into necrotic sacks of flesh.
Motion after motion,
waiting on death.
**** it,
*******,
**** me.
**** everything man.
Our demise is inevitable.
The clocks been ticking for a millennia,
no one's watching.
Tick-tock,
tick-tock.
The world stops turning,
and we burn.

Let your shining beacon lead me to this foreign shore;
the sands are unfamiliar, but I know I've been here before.
I can recall the curves of this roof as if they were the ceiling to the heights of my own dreams,
with the layout of rooms teasing the deepest parts of my memory.
I've this thing for remembering details -
shapes and scents in particular.
Struck dumb in the shower as a long since past scene takes hold of me;
picking blueberries in the sun.
Playing on the swing set that still yet stands,
as if some ancient monument in a half-forsaken land.
We've both grown a bit rusty.
The chains creak from the strain of my weight,
but nothing ever truly gets forgotten:
I have before and always will belong in this place.

Sometimes,
I wonder.
If I am,
noticed.
If I'm just,
another spec,
out of
focus.
I feel like,
I wander,
alone.
Simply moving,
forever
on my own.
Since nothing
seems to
change.
Life and Death
Will do
Their
Exchange.

I miss the touch
of her hand on my face
I miss the feeling
of her tender embrace
I miss the seeing
Her smile and dance
I miss hearing
Her voice, putting me in a trance
I miss the taste
of her soft lips

From my hand, her grip slips
What I miss, fading away
Crumpled to my knees, is where I still stay.

Oh, I've been low brother,
lower than you know.
I think I've sold my soul.
I will apologize,
for all the evil I commit.
But in the end it won't mean ****.

Times are hard brother,
we share the same despair.
Just know I'm always there.
When the moment comes,
I'll show you all that I have learned.
Try not to be concerned.

When I'm gone brother,
I hope my memory will be kept.
It's all that I have left.
You'll carry on brother,
I promise you can take the pain.
You know it's all the same.

~

A pale orange glow
slips past the darkness
in soft patterns
of a waking dawn

I hold you close,
nestled to my chest
watching as you sleep,
enchanted by your beauty

Slow tempo’d breathing
lulls me sweetly as
your eyelids flutter,
gradually opening

You see me and smile,
that beautiful smile
I look forward to each day,
I return the gesture

I kiss you tenderly,
feeling my lips melt
into yours as my heart
once again skips a beat

“Good morning beautiful”
I whisper as I kiss you again
then sigh, gazing upon you,
knowing I am a fortunate man

And I just lie there
wide awake and in love
at the start of another
*wonderful day