Flower petals strewn about
Stones uniquely filed
You won't find life
Outside of death
Nor beauty within a smile.

Humor exists to break the ice
Trees stripped to match your likeness.
Light found only
In another's eyes
Rest only found in darkness

Perfection is born forging lies
Betrayal born from trusting
Survival is living in denial
Giving is more when you have nothing

Noone seeks a happy beginning
Beauty comes from pain
Eyes beg open to let the light in
Expression found in stains

Stories can't be told, unfinished
Those missed can't stay around
Do not build from your foundation
Lest you've been beaten down

Wisdom drawn in scars
Still poison be it glass or vial
You won't find life
Outside of death
Nor beauty within a smile.

With open eyes, friends couldn't see
Beyond their tainted lungs and
                                    Blistered feet.
Their status shown upon the streets
No dreams to free ourselves of need.

A thicket afront an institution
Though it's meant to hide, I've grown.
My only fear and retribution
                                     To abandon ship
                                     To free my grip
And embrace anew, the new unknown.

Mediocrity is blending
Most of my words are garbage.
Consistantly being tested,
A mind silent, but never resting.

    But a note.
    But a pen.
    But a mark.
The story begins where it would arc.
Lost before the plot could thicken
The seams seem to tear the pages apart.

Kept to myself, ill hold my own
Fore my words are sharp,
                             And thoughts intruding.
Drifting further into the unknown
My only fear and retribution.

I have a place I go to dream
I have my friends to check me
I have countless secrets to keep
They crowd the space around me

I have the taste for wanting
Engraved memories hard earned
Chapters of feats to fill the pages
And lessons left to learn

My path is lit, my hands are washed
Tho stained from tears you shed
Know you have been freed
                 from guilt and wrong.
If "no" is he worst I've said.

If I'm to gain but not destroy
Luxuries and ties I'll have to lose
Dreams of paradise once more foiled
But, I can say I'd found you.

You have your ties binding whims
A strength you must not prove
You reflect out beauty from within
Your nature betrays your youth

When thoughts are clear from shrouding
Words are meant to follow suit
If you write then I will answer
As if time evades your truths

I may not exist to dawn that crown
To boast and brag on my own muse
My name may escape you in days to come
But, by God,
          I can say I'd found you.

There is but one image of myself that I
          value.
Within a stain glass; frosted.
Not meant to be seen through,
    or reflected.
An outline; a shadow,
    An imprint of what was...
Aiming to fulfill what's become
           because,
Without an image I search harder

And rest assured not to find what is lost.

I drink
I think
I wish to blind these travesties.
Talents wasted: burning time,
      Saluting, Sea to shining sea.

I found, in her
A love I grasped
The anchor once was me.

We sank
    One soul
    One life
    One poison
In bottled spirits, we were free.

Take a message from a bottle
Thoughts sinking in intentions.
If but a piece of art you seek,
Drinks surely drown my inhibition.

I never took her for a fool
Her strength was not of question.
Glancing back at lessons wasted,
I wonder who had taught the lessons.

Her path was forged in every step
Her prints I dared to follow.
A dreamer to find a better way,
Looking for HER to draw tomorrow.

From her stool she called me pretty,
Pride never stole the moment.
We'd forgotten all that mattered.
I told her she was handsome.

Faith is not of subject bound,
But of purpose not yet rattled.
Realism steals the crown,
Of any dream, well traveled.

These rocks beneath my feet,
The earth in which I'm grounded.
I kick the sand into the air
The dirt in which we're buried.

Somewhere we are told,
Is a world in our own.
A fighting soul that cannot fly,
Forced to call a planet home.

Dare I think it for a moment,
A single thought is fleeting:
Shared between a single conscience.                                           ----A universal meeting.

Fore if a soul was so divine,
Whole in all it's meaning
There would be not but isolation,
And nothing left worth seeing.

Hold me right within your pull
Embraced in all your glory.
Fore all I claim is my perspective
All I have to give: My Story

A torn stitch, once the scar has healed.
We could of saved the moment.
I couldn't hold the camera still.

Smiling faces, lost amongst the crowd
How do you feel
About the way it all turned out.

Two solid lines would seal the deal.
It had to be another.
I had another role to fill.

That ship had sailed; the bow run aground.
How do you feel
About the way it all turned out.

A wary saint, she couldn't save me still.
She followed the sun.
I stayed to reap the fields.

I hear waves, if I do not make a sound.
How do you feel
About the way it all turned out.

A wise man, nothing left but time to ****.
He took me in.
I fought but couldn't fit the bill.

In a weak moment, his throne I tore it down
How do you feel
About the way it all turned out.

It's a strange thing to think by word of mouth,
I play the fool they paint me.
That I should earn respect in place of doubt.

Now all is silent, I dare not make a sound.
How else should I feel
About the way it all turned out.