yet again i wake up knowing we've moved apart long ago
that my dream was a reaction of a bygone misfortune
i wish i was there

you've deemed yourself undeserving of my love

i wish i could unmake your past
i wish i could help you
i wish for you to know that you are loved you are worthy of love and the whole world's affection and praise

i wish your parents tried

I will etch your name onto the skin of my soul lest i forget my purpose hereafter

you fancy your mouth with cunning words
but you mistake everyone a lesser men than you

you blind yourself with confidence in your craftsmanship yet you shame others for things you are ignorant of

you dress yourself with the clothes of a free thinker yet you are as narrow as any

you dont realise your patterns and that is ok.

You are human. You will not be perfect. You will realise your hypocrisies too late. You will fail to improve.

You will end someday, and that is the only free thing you will ever be a part of.

im often reminded of things long past gone from my life

of how impossibly far they are from my grasp

sometimes i think
im only meant for wanting,
only made to desiring
never to have
never to be close

ive learnt too early, maybe too deeply
that no matter how much your heart speaks
no matter how loud your longing is
some people do not turn back
some things just arent yours
no matter how much they feel like home

and sometimes letting go of that feeling,
that you are meant for something or someone,
is the only way forward

sometimes
the kindest thing you can do for yourself
is close your eyes
without asking the morning to come

Aquatic depths
Led mystery

Cosmos
Casting mirrors

Endless
Beauty
To discover

Cliffside

Watching
Water stretch
Out
Into stars

When the dusk skies’ moon
Finds us creeping through the night
Might I take your hand
A gentle grasp with mine
And pray to our God above
That the moonlight won’t catch us in time

Troublesome muse

Your crazed demands
Couldn't phase the moon
In their eyes

You've never seen
Some true autodidacts

Venturing heuristic minds

The smoke at 3 o' clock
Billows softly with your kind

Pre-wired ideals tax
Only the few who will see its crime

"Why" is your enemy
"Just how it is"
Is your afternoon wine

How could anyone be so blind?

Celebrate your celebratory crazes
As you break free of the reins
Of sensible ideation
May I control not what you do
Nor what you say to your unlike kind

I only regard from my peaceful hill
The burning flames grace below me in thrill
Bow I may do, surrendering myself, but not unto you
I will only smell the grayish smoke blues