I’m Sad
Excellence, so promising, right within reach,
Oh-so beyond comprehension, a few feet.
It’s sad
Prudently bliss, the metaphysically amiss.
Emotionally pithed, although hard to admit.
Sad
Tho none who can deceive show the opposite side of me, instead,
Me, who can deceive, show the opposite to none and only to me.

Who are you
so wise in the ways of silence
to shadow an entropic existence.

As I walk down this corridor,

The walls melt with my sins.

For what I thought was right, was actually wrong.

The foundation that had been built below has now risen above,

Meant to crush its very creator.

As I walk down this corridor, the world dissipates.

Leaving me, a lone soul among the vast, set ajar with the flavors of love lingering behind.

Life is an act of infidelity, shadowed by blurred commitment.

For when we arise, we are void of the responsibilities.

But taken from the very purpose of life, which is to be responsible for living.

If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change things?
Do we start out pure of heart?
Are we a combination of two, or a whole?
Two seconds is all it takes for life to happen.
Two seconds is all it takes to say, “I love you.”
Even though love is timeless.
That is to say, love is without limit.

They say language changes your thought processes.
But the process of loving takes time.
Yet, love does not need to process.
Love is love.
This is as true as one is equal to one.
This is as true as a human is equal to human.
Person to Person,
Nate to blank.
Which isn’t true at all.
But neither is a mirror.

Even if time passes, and we grow up.
Even if they pass, we grow up.
Even when they pass, we grow up.
Does the time we spend with each other dissolve?
We spend our whole lives worrying about the pathway to the future.
But all there will ever be are decisions being made in the moment that are made out of love, or fear.
We have had our heads tilted to the stars our whole life.
Look down,
Here.

Who would have thought this to be?
Life ceased by thee’ who subdues me.
Dark, stormy eyes match dark, stormy skies.
Foggy with power is he who will be devoured.
Old man Lucifer lays his breath upon thee.
Founding the cause of this illusion.
His superficial need to deliver the rebellion to the great communion.
The ultimate union.
Drink my blood, said he. How grotesque.
Omniscient in words, powerless embodying the world.
Exchange his light for careless might.
It will be forthright, black and white.
No longer will you see your majesty upon his steed.
But a ruler, plump with glutinous greed.
Seven times rolled over.
Mystery tangled with misery.
Laying the foundation of gates, the reality of fate.  
Christianity, born of insanity.
Follow his plan.
Or die, lying in exodus.
It’s time to exit, thus, jump.

I wake each morning with you on my mind.
A brand, burned, molded by my stupid lies.
My marked inadequacies I cover with ashes.
With hope to drown out the everlasting.


I walked around, blind, unable to see.
That she, she made me.
She echoes throughout my mind.
She is Gracious, one of a kind.
Like a Forest Green with abundant life.
She was undeserving of the burning, the strife.
She was what made life seem, alright.


A man once said,
The Price is what you pay.
The Value is what you get.
That today is a gift.
and tomorrow, a mystery.

Yet, somehow, our past, our history.
It gets to me, my unforeseen misery.
A cascade of my preaching.
Oh how i miss teaching.
Silly me.
Why couldn't i see.
She was the one, for me.
Oh silly me.
Waltzing to my own beat.


She went bye, one... two... three...
Dancing with glee.
Boiling with passion.
From dawn of light she drinks, with delight.
Sharing the sunlight,
From Sunrize, To night.
The Tea to my Longevity.
Sorry i left what could have been right.
For i am the one, dancing on my own.

She was mine,
Lovely,
A delight.
She, woken up to morning light.
Me, woken up to she.
We had loved the days,
Greed.
My ray of sunshine,
She had loved me, stay.
Love cannot persevere
All the time.
She was there, time after time.


Not all good things can last,
Pain brewed from the past,
Mashed against the wall.
Us, hoping to forget it all.

Before a move was made,
Love was left behind.
She knew he had lied,
He knew she wouldn't, stay.

Love, left there, untouched.
Him, a crutch.
Her, left there.

Right away, he "moved on"
But wished to forget

Impossible to forget,
She left.

Impossible to forget,
He was left.

Impossible,
All the time.
She was there, time after time.
Let's grow old, this time
This time.

Jealousy, a final decree.
Admittedly a fallacy submitted formidably... impervious?
She'll move onto sea.
Move on from those who can't see.
They'll show us what it means to see.

Presently a mistaken alignment of aliment, yet so indicative of the deceptive.
An intervention of emancipation requires degradation of the love that relegates, brainless.
Vindictive of the culture, fault, to penance, too addicted.
Somehow she heads an isle of the vile whom are consumed by denial.
Normality brushed aside with the hand whom highlights brushed, melting eyes.
Life, an achievable yet inconceivable lie shrouded by personality.
Subjective to the respective hospitality.
"Aint no love for thee..."

“Fire”
You’re more than just a number.
You’re a member like none other.
Wrapped up in a blanket of variety.
Tied tight with the bands of society.
Our societal prowess encompasses opaque loudness.
Scream as if your life had meaning, it’s demeaning.
A stuttered beat down the streets of whom we beat.
Shout out, “I’m proud now”
Drooled on from above, spit on below by god we are low.
Shunned for so long you got frostbit.
Create a sequence of events for the present.
Gain the game of high fame to ignite the flame.
Gather your kindled pride, strike the flint to gain wit.
Scalding hot, branded with a new meaning.
Burn your name into the world.

Double hinged doors can only swing so wide.
Jester all of us, beckon us to place a token of our time.
Light the halls, embroidered walls make them stand tall.
For without our greed, it would crumble with ease.
All of us bring our broken will.
No place for that heavenly grace.
Disgrace to our race.
White wand in hand.
They unleash the “lord’s commands”
“Follow with a blind eye”, oh what a surprise.
Written word followed by the glorious herd makes them heard.
Abracadabra! Everyone claps. We are all cleansed of our deeds.
A messenger of the purist form laid down to die, for us.
His messages, “Stone is rigid, nothing is forgiven. “
“You lead! Place the crown upon your cranium.”
“Show me how much you can explain to him.”
His last words, “With arms open wide, I accept this punishment.”
Priest lying down his book, boils to ashes.
We knew this would last.
Our lord has gone.
Doors open wide.
Black.

An antique, a book of suggestion.
Holy specters serenade faded men.
God showed us his lesson.
“Know Thy’ Expression”.
“Thee’ who cultures me will be pleased.”
A word, An Anthology, educated to be breathed excitably.
Concrete the ideal may-be.
Wavering disguise laid upon his mission.
A nuclear fission.
Boom!
We crawl back, we inch – He does not flinch.
“The temporal is but the scaffolding of the eternal”
Hells infernal.
Dissolving time with fervent heat.
He cannot be beat.  

Seconds before our change of mind,
We left him out to dry.
“No need for this inadequacy.”
He give none but broken lies!
How cruel we are to our savior.
Fools to think the, “son of the dawn” would no longer pawn.
We ask for Forgiveness, our opinion.
Suckle his divinity as if there is an infinity.
Affinity for confession, broken down lessons.
Consider it dead.

"Alone"
Cultural drones, afraid of being alone.
Compact are the ways of societal dismay.
The world is a playing ground.
For which god had made to play around.
We matter not to he, nor the philosophical decrees.
Just pawns, looked down upon.
An imperfection, made to be sheep with no expression.
No exception, that's the key to our emotional perception.
Emotional satisfaction with thee' our omniscient being of divinity.
Unable to see our declining faith, unable to see his perfect face.
No longer on pace with the human race.
Emotionally pith'd, he could have interfered.
Never fear, we've counted the years.
You should have never left.
Our world is now wrecked.
"Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?"
Cry out, "I DOUBT."
We lie in disgrace, twilight tears shunning our race.
Alone on a planet with no escape, our impending fate.
We are no more but ashes in a fire, looking back on our past desires.
Our lives are a facade of lies.
He deserves to die.
In our beds we lye faced with the truth.
"I no longer want to be with you."
He leaves us, a pity to see his dust.
Alone, he rusts.
Oxidized by us.
From this we are founded.