I always laugh
At the ways
Of time
Wondering at all
Its uneven
and crooked

Who should I blame!
What should I blame!
I am the Ground of those Feelings!
I am Holding that Heart!
I am Carrying that Soul!
                         So....
Should I Blame Myself!
Should I Blame God for the purity in my Essence!
I can't Renounce my Pleasure of feeling my Pain!
I can't Ignore those Wounds!
They are Me!
I can't be Dead Anymore!

I feel alone
but i'm not..
I hurt
but no one is hurting me..
I just don't feel right
I don't belong here
the lingering question, why..
Why do I feel this pain..
I want it to go away
Trying so hard, but it just comes back so much stronger
Pulling down
Knowing my weaknesses
I cry..
but no tears
Just left with broken pieces on the ground that I can't pick up..

All the ones I
Love the most have

Someone they love
More than me.

The truth of it is
Beautiful;

That lonely knowing
Sets me free.

The legless fly,
The voiceless sing.

There's love in every
Living thing.

And in that love
I bask and laugh,

Composing my own
Epitaph:

All gods are real, and
Therefore none, and

Hell hath merely
Room for one.

All the ones I love
The most

May barely know a
Man from ghost.

I love their rains, their
Suns and soils,

Their loving others form
The spoils that go

To me right where I
Stand to see:

I need not even
Me.

If there is anything
That I could promise you
It would be my love
Until my days are through

Until you feel my breath
Leave my dying chest
The love I have for you
Would be the last thing left

And then when
I am dead and gone
I will have the wind
To carry my love on

To gently toss your hair
Plant kisses on your cheek
To let you know my dear
The wind is a caress from me