The moon is staring me in the face
Shaded in grey, slowly fading away
Barely paving the way
               to the edge of the fray.
Whispers of intrigue control the iris
Repeated patterns within blue beauty
Triangles that sparkle like a diamond
               around a dense, black circle
That leads to the cortex of insight.
It looks like that of a galaxy
Filled with mystical images of life;
Where night is day and day is night.
Meteor showers litter the sky,
tears of joy fall to a puddle of pride
As earth collides with a great divide.
Right through the center;
               from the lithosphere to the core
Pain on the outside is ramified on the inside
And I’d be ****** if I said it isn’t a beautifully
               tragic picture
because life isn’t balanced if a good deed
               doesn’t contain a malice intent.
Temptation to touch the treasure without consent
is no where near the worth of self-control.
The dare to take a risk is self-imposed,
but the move to play it safe is the lightest of loads.
Would you rather re-paint the rainbow
               or find the *** of gold?
Walk a path through the park to feed the pigeons
and a serendipitous encounter with livid pigeons
               leaves your empathetic heart frigid.
While a deaf person speaks for the mute
               as the mute listen to laughter,
The blind guide those who are struggling
               to a gleaming green pasteur.
A mass murderer to the morality of humanity
Commonly senseless people skew
               the meaning of integrity,
The soul of the soulless has been released
to be met by the life of persistence.
Positivity’s existence is amplified by tragedy;
Sadly it takes sadness to appreciate
              what makes you happy.

I am in love with you.
I know we can't be together.
I am aware of our ages.

But,

I get jealous.
I don't think anyone is good enough for you.
I think of you as my daughter.
I think you could be my soul mate.

It's complicated,
I try to talk myself into not loving you.

But,

Talk is cheap,
My love is true.

Can you love me
through the best
and worst of times?
They will come.
For sure

Is that a definite
with me?

To remain loyal,
To be there when
I'm moody, the weather
is bad, and the world
gone mad.

Can you love me
through the best and
worst of time?

To remain faithful even
if we stumble upon,
you won't run dumb,
afraid of our outcome,
worried we'll come undone.

But, remain strong for us.
Is that a definite?

I need to know because,
I'm the kind of woman
with a strong back,
pick up your slack,
you best believe it.
Feel that uh...

However, an indecisive
feeble minded, wobbly
type man,  can't withstand
the test of times.

So I'm giving you a choice.
It's not hard to answer.
It's either yes or no.
Can you love me through
the best and worst of times?
And remain loving....

I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.

Tick and tock, the clock went on.
My heart unlocked what felt so wrong.
A beat arrives inside my chest.
Though not alive, it ceased to rest.

Confusion spills within my own.
A bitter chill says I'm alone.
Surrounded by my skin and weight,
I wonder why this pain's so great.

A single soul. I lay without
The burning coal that killed the doubt.
And even though my words are said,
This life is faux, my mind is dead.

I was dark and it was bright
the moon shades were at half tyne
and I wept
I felt confused but I carried on
through shedding dapple bright.

And it was very dim in the forest
of palms and swaying trees
but still I carried on
bravely as if he were still alive.