I spent the majority of my time recently In the mirror.
Screaming curses at myself for me to be better;
because I perceive myself as minuscule and insignificant
as a spec of dust on the pinhead of a needle,
hurdling towards the sun.
Pretty much nothing right?
Yeah.
But I slowly stopped hating the man in the mirror.
Little by little; the days would pass,
and the dim eyes of a man filled with sorrow and pain
would only look back at me for a moment,
before something began to stir in him.
A passion began to flicker like candlelight in his pupils,
and a smirk would emerge from the thought
that my lips were sweetly caressed by hers in the snow and rain.
So my candlelight arose
to melt away the snow.
Thanks to her;
the man in the mirror is no longer a sad, lonesome, stranger.
He's me.
And we will continue to smirk and smile; and beg her to stay a little while longer.
Because her lips are only intertwined with mine for a moment;
but that single moment when heart and soul agree,
will last me an eternity.

The beginning of all.
The moment that Adam stood before God
and beheld the earth under his feet;
the first sensation.
But what about God?
What was HE thinking as he flicked the stars from his fingertips;
and pulled the mountains from his feet?
I think... he was already disappointed.

   Because if he knows all,
then he knew we'd fall.
So all in all;
we're pitiful, predictable, parasites
draining this glorious place in spite,
and because of our ignorant sight
we slap a smile on and attempt to market our plight.

And what about all the step-dads, step-moms, and step-gods?
Like the people who pick up a rifle
and go tribal
so they won't be liable
for their own homophobic, blasphemous thoughts.
Because MEN wrote the bible;
not God, not Jesus,
and they're just screaming:
"please believe us!"
Because we are the stars;
but YOU are the light,
so please love and not fight."

If life was easy everyone would be doing it.
It happens at everyone's expense;
without recompense.
We all try to coexist with our backs against the fence.
Because we're incapable of trust;
but perfectly capable of lust.
Greed; gluttony, sins of the American company,
hoping for a righteous man to accompany
this wrath and pride,
enveloping society in the high tide
of human nature.

But maybe; just maybe,
there's nowhere safer.
I can sit and smile, talk with a friend
and build a bond that not even time can bend.
Because our innate ability to love unconditionally;
is what I have chosen to defend.

He and she;
they were love if they were anything.
High school sweethearts; but no typical thing.
You see; he loved her with every fiber of his being,
he loved her with such a passion you couldn't imagine.
He'd bear the weight of the world for her,
and wouldn't waiver even when his feet began to sink into the stars.
But you see;
she, she had walls and bars.
She wanted to love him;
because she saw the light in his eyes,
illuminating his very being.
Bright but blinding, was what he wasn't seeing.
Then He and she soon became three.
She was lost  in an onslaught of stress;
One night she decided to confess:
"I'm not sure if this is real; if this is me.
I need time away, time to be free."
With a sigh and a kiss;
he took the boy and let her be.
When he returned; she was there, her soul was free...
from the body left hanging in the willow tree.

"Crazy people don't think  they're crazy."
I've been thinking; contemplating my own sanity,
and I'm sure that I'm definitely insane.
So what the hell does that make me?
Am I as a being certain of it's own demise,
A being that has darkness and uncertainty fill it's eyes?
while it stares at the stars and cries:
"Why have you forsaken me?"
But the sky replies:
"Why can't you stop chasing me?"
Because it's unnerving;
that we're all desperate for what we're not deserving,
and I'm learning
that we've got what we need,
but we take what we please
until they're all on their knees
and we feel we've "earned" prosperity.
But. We. Haven't.
It's all in our head;
our sick little dream makes me wish I was dead.
Because when It's over; and all's been said,
you can't go to heaven with a heart full of lead.