I'm just a representation of expression, feeling
so unexpressed. The presentation; outlines me
as part of the Depressed.

A manifest; label me an outcast. In a commonplace;
so void of it's heart. Commonly known as the ones
not meant to last.

But I trumpet truths; indulging in those lost souls.
To voice the voiceless, speaking of their all.

All of your worth.

Trampled down by the world's self doubt, it tells
me; 'you can't and will fail to do.'
While I'm only trying to figure a lot of things out.

Casting out two ears; to be in an empty silence,
letting this world try it's all to speak.
Being part of a world's mountainous worries,
forcing any to they peak.

My past mistakes and all missteps, are senseless in
the troubles of all the days long gone.
Even when I had all the necessary preps.

Life wasn't painted to always make a lot of sense.

But let me voice all the depressed. To those now
gone silent; without their freedom to be expressed.

We're just all the Depressed.

Beauty:
of an eye has been intriguing,
As like a Rose:
in the artistry of all searching the hidden
meaning.

A gaze: to be glazed for me to blink,
sweetest red to sour cheeks,
Seeing into something so unique.

Yet try to pick out,
passion; it's then lost from heart,
I seem unable to love you without.

Truly I'm not as one willing,
like many love sicken fools:
To fall in love so easily.

Thorns are then to ***** my heart,
I'll shout and call for you,
Yet love won't hear me out.

So enough now said;
I may instead, rest on her {rose's bed.}
For as the sweetest of life;
still follows the saddest of deaths.

My tongue lowers; as nothing can be expressed,
the love has not many words.

As are the prideful
remarks on breast.

I fear for the words to say, aren't perfect
in the ceremonies of love's rite,

The strength of my words only decay. A burden
of mine to lose my might.

Eyes heavy upon this love,
Preyed onto by your glorious sight. Oh how my
silent love only knows wit,

Belonging to a shy man's lips.

We are like the trees: On great mountains; as trees making
sounds in these dying moments; of dying flowers.

I too have been axed down by cowards. Had I; any better
days of this life I left?
These leaves in the wind are whispering: 'Never forget;
of all the time I spent.'

This is what a cruel world makes of you; to have your kind
be by the few. Cruelty is man,
who can make any; a story of their old.

As they who rest their confidence on size; won't be missed.
Like us; no man wishes a death like this.

As they say: 'your offsprings will take your place,'
For what you should know, I'm like you;

Let me multiple, let my seeds find root.

some would pen words—
few pen poetic sceneries,
in the less of lines; are things
profoundly interesting.

Lest we wonder; who shall wonder for us, for with all
we know. We shall never know enough.

Lest we speak our mind; what more can we discuss,
speak of yourself. But also do have ears to hear.

Two unconstrained mouths; will heed nothing,
as are fools; in competition of being the most loud.

One paints a face with their spit; while making the other
a clown.

To the courters of love; pretending love is all lovely. You are
so hopelessly blind.

Behold love's beauty, she does bless your eye. Still often
a curse; to many who take her lightly.

Gain the most lessons; while still in your youth,
for what is a lesson, if you don't apply a use?

Still never pardon all mistakes because of youth;
rather live on honesty, and be well fed on truths.

The glass of my eye, has your face in view. A bed by nights;
scented in myrrh. Fresh in the kisses of love's two. Once in
chambers of conceived room. A fairest children blessed
of a spirited mother. Destined to love while in those mother's
womb.

In April; was it made to be your name. As the windows of my
eyes are on gaze. For your kiss of sweet lilies is greatest gain.
Oldest together; in the wrinkles of time

Eyes that would word a painter' creation. All the beauty
upon the ends of Earth. Framed; hanging on invisible
wires of worlds.

He has glazed my eyes, hanging still in life' chaos.
Looking to all that was done, through a window view of insight.
His words made planets, stars, moon, and sun. So delight
deep of his reverence.
            
Of a cunning hand of artistic art. Set apart to it's part.

This language of love—

how do I express it without the words...

where do I place it without the touch...

when do I show it without my eyes...  

what do I have without the heart...

who do I love without the reason...

and why do I fall in without the love?

                  My love language...

Masterpiece of a passion painted, a lady mistress of
her fairest dame; So gentle of heart, and a love
all to wish acquainted; In the trends of oldest fashion,

Of her bright eyes of angelic fire, gliding, whereupon
two stars are dancing; Man takes hand to a leading
guide; His soul and eyes stolen— As amazement was
what he found; For by God, you are His art piece created,

Yet so disturbing to my mind, as words to express have
me so defeated; Worthy it is, speaking of you, tastes like
treasure.

Where light is sun, moons shall pluck, foretelling
astronomy— Of the eyes set on luck; time has
become the many seasons of quality. All in the
brief moments that soon fall away— Like roaring
thunder to the ground. Only with the heavens predicting
all time, In her eyes filled of endless knowledge,
and it's wisdom brightest as constant stars.

Praying for the light to touch my mind— Resting
on my tongue. Oh Solomon's wisdom; of having
it echo through my heart. Granted to me on Earth,
I asked of you my God.

upon the foundation of love; on the
streets of all our lives,
paved in the many ways of expression,
our love given— is the time willing to be
spent.

       love=time: which both make up life.

to echo the sound of many, the sound of i;
of all the time, all possible things, and a hope
i hope never to die,
as the past like a dearest old friend, the echo of love,
fades as quickly as it once was made.
      ...but soon shall we all meet again.

My love is endless to loving plenty, for itself it does not show,
granted to love a penny. Possessions of man's ***** eyes,
Of their murderous hate— many schemes flesh has to conspire,

A change to thought, (I darest spare, lodged by Christ's
gentle love. I hope to know in the ends of prayer.)

Kind heartened I may prove, with gracious kind words,
As with wickedness stuck in mouths; as it's rotting tooth.
All that are wicked; too hide behind sweetest tongues, and
fairest smiles.

Vile, vile, vile. Oh how the world is so vile,
to us all living in denial. Greed has made them all blind.

Do you feel as young as you do— By the gazelle or doe,
passion dripping off lip's honey dew,
Behold all winters past— Flowers singing voices
of turtledoves, ripen the joys of my heart;

Arise to me, but come away— Sweet voice and a
lovely face, as I taste your name.
A banner over me, is your love, stirred up by desire,
I'd do any all for my— Oh beloved.

A reflection of loveliness, you spend tiny
seconds in the mirror,
Sparing not a hand of beauty's lend; to lend
cherished care,
From childish abuse twined in life's hair, your grace
does rush my eye,

In the many,
amongst the traffic of people, your sweetest self
could not deceive,

Yet...

As your nature calls to itself, to break
my heart (as you're to branch off, and leave.)
Your beauty is the tombstone, And I
sadly won't find my rest.

                                 ....I indeed loved a mistress.

Oh Life:
the occasion, that occasionally
  some leave the event too soon.

Oh Life:
the maze, searching for a way,
  yet dazed and confused.

With limited days, and how best to use.

Oh Life:
the pillow, looking for support and comfort,
  Often in the living, but mostly found
   when you're at rest.

Oh Life:
the boot, hard kicking your backside,
   trailing your baggage in the back.

With just the few luck you keep in a sack.

Oh Life:
isn't all that it seems.
  The closest you are to reality,
   pulls you away from your dreams.

Nine out of the ten times, you're a ten
of having the worst time.

Still,
you can't afford to waste time,
  even with the girls you call dimes.

No penny for thought; could ever
pay the intellect of a great mind.

But all can **** time.

Oh Life:
  is time, but never enough of it.  
  
Life is but the time you can make of it.
  Precious is life; but precious is time.

Spend both well.

Tables do turn, amongst the bridges
you and I burn;
Just wasted food for thought, and no
place for us to go.

Bright smile! like summers stuck in your teeth,
Oh how! beauty catches eyes;
    baited as fish,
Worming ways of compliments, for a smile.
Tightest hugs! feel so claustrophobic;
Closest friends, closed on time we seem not,
    to have,
Thoughts of pleasure! grasped with imaginary hands;
   You felt it before too?
Like fools in love—Tools to it's trait, (*******, but always
   nuts for more)
Trying not to fall deeper in our cavernous love.

                          A possibility?
        Perhaps in a heart's forgetfulness,

                         A reason?
      Only by a mind's found emotions.

                          Question:
Why do I hurt myself in delusions of lover's thought,

                          Answer:
Simply because; I know I'll fall in love with —YOU!

Beauty ashes;
rising up. Once in flame.
Tiniest dots in air;
sparked lights- Filtering into night.

Be gone with the night-
O dusk of flame;
great ball fire, behind mountains.

By once day, gone now with night.
Sunsets will fall on your days;
yet with patience- Anew rises again.

Blessings upon you.
Kisses of the sun be in your mouth;
to all, speak of life and light.

Beautiful are-
life's many sunsets.

Teeth collide;
at touch of faces.
Strangers in a dream...
Surely I've kissed a few.

With wet eyes;
afraid of an ocean-
Drowning in sorrow,
washed away in thought.

I wipe away the past;
like dust in my eye.
I shan't cry,
as the past is only dry.

Only living now-
in present dreams I make;
and how they'll end.

Fear...

As passing mist;
smoke and mirrors of devil's
magic red right hand.
Under his ******* hanging coat;
hangs speculated thoughts and myth.

Fear...

Is all to self.

To hope and dream:
IS for us all to believe.
To search and find:
IS to know our desires.
To love and cherish:
IS being raised as such.

A laugh, isn't as loud as a smile-
Laugh in pain;
pain hidden in a smile.
A bellow in our thoughts:
IS  the roar of sorrow.
Feast on today's successes:
IS the regret of tomorrow.

IS a child; whose eyes learn a father,
IS a mouth; that builds a character,
but harsh tongue to destroy them.

IS a child; whose eyes love a mother,
IS a hand; that rests gentle love,
but sparing rod that spoils them.

IS what one man does;
IS so done to another.
And we are; IS to the present;
as IS the will of us all.

Is... it not?

A leaf in the wind;
was falling in the rain
(such heavy rain)

It's despair,
the story of a kid
(such a common story)

Who fell away from their peers;
as it's so lonely to be brave.

As poverty's coin flipped over;
soon dead on it's head.
Chasing any chance of wealth;
going round in circles,
Chasing it's tail.

With a gun of six;
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot!
The weapon of man's hand;
that only revolves around death.

And I'd still ask the Lord,
to shine on our worth;
Despite of us being at our worst,
never lose the light of earth,
as we keep shinning our torches.

My wings upon;
the falling hopes of I,
As heavens lift a buried heart,
In the tears of time,
endless as the miles to nowhere.

O'

Lover of so;
that you and I haven't met,
Many are my requests,
and these prayers of future,
Hurricanes of voices;
rhythms of choices we make,
The rhymes of pen;
all bled out onto paper.

Mobility of pen,
an agility with great nobility,
But only of those gifted the ability;
as the few residents of a poetic community.

These are the great successes;
from the hardest of times,
Within man's running thoughts,
all screaming-
"you've run out of luck, and time"

But I was running in place;
in the stillness of waiting on fate,
Despite of it being easier to wait,
how do you find what's out for you,
Being too afraid to walk out of the gate?

It may be;
an eye for an eye,
But it's the I against I;
as self-delusion makes any blind.

People can lie with the brightest smile,
stick close to your successes;
As you keep track on the race of life,
by it's undermined marathon mile.

Do as thou,
upon thine great love,
as sweetest true.
As thy lips spoke
worded wine vines;
thine maturity is in a knoweth of you.

Tis many zephyr of voices;
solely one true whisper of truth
thine ears do hark.
Furthest miles I've tend feet;
to descry purity of goodness,
Still short, for wickedness rests of mine heart.
Unworthy by ur thought;
feeling unworthy to thou, O' God.

Still, of thine acknowledgement of love;
myself not forgotten,
as so redeemed,
Liken to a resting shadow under the rising son.

Deemed forth light;
shone out as vessels.

So Lord,
let your will be done of it's great love,
and all it's sweetest truths.
As I speak of you;
my words of grape vines,
has a maturity from knowing you.

Despite the world's many voices;
you're the whisper of truth in my ear.
I tried to find on my own,
a purity of goodness. But I fell so short,
because of the wickedness in my heart.
So I began to believe; I was unworthy,
and felt unworthy before you God.

But you still showed me your love,
remembering me;
and had me redeemed.
I was once a shadow,
but saved by the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Now his light lives in me;
and I am his vessel.

For in first sights of morning,
he places a breath of love in my lungs,
the echoes of strength in my beating heart.
And the ways to my first steps of the day,
freely as his bountiful vessel.

My soul is tortured;
taught sure of many men's misfortune.
Black gods of the minds
who portrayed them,
And at times;
their faith given a Judas kiss that betrayed them.

In every awe of today;
tis the wonder of a tomorrow.
As in the outcomes shock;
is a lose of power.

To then live on,
at times is a game of chance.
All will watch every eggshell step,
but are forced into Death's little dance.

Life is but what looking glass
you view it as,
But it all cracks in time;
losing it's colour like winter's grass.

Whether to land on your feet,
or bend on your knees;
Only you of your heart,
knows your life's needs.

Blossoming cheeks;
sweet flower kisses,
and butterfly hints,
of wings flaring careless words on lips.

The space of heaven;
between those two stars,
of both day and night,
And with devilish thick
structured thighs;
there's a resting lust in between.
None of which,
I dare open the gates as wide.

Bare chest; full of development,
and a warmth to my resting head.
Fast asleep on the pillows;
and silk smooth skin, as matching sheets.

Bellowing down the centre;
to a circle within a circle.
As with the precious silver of a belly ring.

Dark as the night without stars;
flowing downstream;  is her fine hair.
Covering a neck of amber;
scented in perfumes of a spring's desire.
And a shape biteable by first eyes;
as with the passions of a bodied pear.

Towards a great sized past;
and truly a large behind.
A middle line of strong metal,
as love's swordlike spine.

Tanned leather,
running young of two calves.
And the heels that strut the purest intentions;
of the feet of doves.

Perfect is a stranger;
but still a stranger on their own.
Never to have met,
perhaps of my descriptions,
the individual would show.

You'll desire a love;
that could feel like Heaven,
truly in this Hell on Earth,
surrounded by desires of a party life,
One hell of a night;
in those searching empty eyes,
in this hell of a life.

Are you not lost in the hype,
in the darkness of your soul,
searching corners of circles;
in those nights?

SIN!

Seriously In Need;
as the letters broken down...
You're broken too,
as they would pray on aching knees,
truly child, all for your wellbeing.

SIN!

Stuck In Nights,
like the endless one within,
Hating to wake up in this nightmare;
shedding tears all in your few,
favourite dreams.

I look back;
to this frame behind;
the picture of a past,
Seemingly holding onto grips;
held in an echoing bleeding heart.

And how can I not help but smile,
reflecting on this scar,
Of a past I've known;
all to say-

"you've truly come so far"

Nowadays;

knowledge is just the know,
walking to the ledge,
close to the edge.
And if you go on to follow,
a fool's knowledge;
you'd soon be dead...

I commit to you a kiss;
not by the whisp of death,
Lurking in every shadow,
for as she is the thief of time,
soon to steal my last breath.

Wait on patiently for yourself;
upon the expectations for love,
Dearest son;
why dream up mountains you'll never climb,
For if you desire a love of perfect heart;
You forget quickly the wickedness of all your faults.

I speak to you as young;
a calf behind the legged way of walking life's journey,
Knowing pure childish games,
and the dirtiest teenage fun.

Soon you'll learn;
you are the goodness you keep,
The identity of your father's words,
and the rewards you earn.

Keep all closely to hand;
for I'm not long for this Earth.

The Kiss of Death beckons upon me...

Before I entertain;
let me enter the space where they all know my name.
While feeling like a million dollars, before my
hands ever have a touch of fame.
I might look the same,
but they’ll always say-

“you’ve changed.”

All the lights and glam,
can’t out shine the dreams of my eyes.
Growing up as I am;
growing apart from peers, and average guys.
Best knowing you’re different,
before it’s been said.
Knowing all your failures, only you can witness;
and playing out your entire life inside your head.

Tell me;

would you be true to you,
when they ask- “who are you?”
And still keep a smile when you do
what they said you couldn’t do?
They’ll all act surprised, claiming-

“we never knew”

You gave them all a hint;
but they never caught the clue.

I felt like a younger,
stuck with the worries of being old.
“You only live once,” I’ve often been told.
You have so many chances of success,
but only once in your life,
to achieve them when you choose to be bold.
Long and behold;
I’m still here in the present worrying about being too old.

As I sold out my happiness;
before ever going out on a few tours.
Grew out of being down to earth
before I eventually rose.
And I wouldn’t buy the entire world;
but keep it in my pocket, thinking to myself-


“the world is yours”

Even when they see the scars;
they’ll never feel the sores.
Even when the silence hurts,
don’t be shy to let them known your story’s verse.

Don’t lose yourself in the successes,
I’d rather lose myself in these words.

The pen flow without any peace,
or any signs to decrease,
Amongst the animals,
I’m a superior lyrical beast.
Food for thought in these words,
I gave plenty a feast.
But when you give so much to the world,
it’s always wanting to steal a piece.

The mouth that bites the hand that feeds it,
licking all you have, cleaning out the dishes,
as you’ll just bare witness.

Just live your life to the fullest,
no-one can do it for you.
Live your life as the truest,
you’ll never question what is true.

As truly the verse of your story,
only resides in you.

And every time you and I;
       kiss, kiss,
The space in our tongues go;
       hiss, hiss.

In the moment;

I'm amiss to the bliss,
forgetting all our conflicts.

As the snake in our words,
slithers out of our lips...

What kind of love is this?

We've bitten into the desires of lust, fears, and peers.
Such is an apple;
you and I darling, couldn't resist.

These closed eyes;
in all these unfamiliar times as it seems.
Closed doors, and shut curtains
over these once outside dreams.

Even when I'm out;
these fears have my mind in quarantine.

Sneeze!

Someone did so in front of me.
Without their bent elbow;
I was quickly thinking about the old ones
back home, of my family.

Never thinking I could lose count
of all those loved ones I've lost.
Not all through a pandemic,
but because of it;
a natural death hurts a lot.

Seems I've used up all the tears;
to cry out for another loss.

Sniff!

Only afterwards, you realize you didn't
spend time with them for that long.
All when their already gone,
but you still sing the memories like
a nostalgic song.

Cough!

Clearing my throat;
the heaviest heart I had to swallow.
So light of how lightly we take today.
You may not wake up to the bright day
of another tomorrow.

The beauty of life can easily
fade to whither like a flower.

How long do we really have;
counting your life on two open hands?
Praying for the Lord's eternal life's piece,
and it feels like he won't meet those demands.
You may feel your ideas starting to
hate the ways of his plans.

Lord I don't understand!

I just write down the questions;
in a list, on a scroll,
and bury the paper deep inside my soul.
The opening question being,
"was it you or the devil, sometimes in control"

Only in the heavens...will I know.

Do I know all that one
      could know?

          (No!)

I'm only by the bye;
  of saying my goodbyes.

To raise myself on high;
   to wave a welcome to fate.

            (Hi!)

So to myself... my trade of
        thought is split-
     I am surely in two.

For what is fate;
   for how many times has it
determined a choice in my life?

           (Four!)

Like two words that sound the same;
             but like me-
The two sides of me are so different,
     that defines who I am.

I  am the good, but also the bad.

I was once-
swallowed by the sun;
that spat out a star,
That was shot into the ocean,
swimming a thousand miles...

By the shores-
of what was foreign land,
Different to their eyes,
of my dark bright skin, and
strangest ideas...

As when you're unique-
you'll walk a longer mile;
finding your way to fit in...

The proof;
is all under,
my feet.

the tiny flower,
that grows quietly by my window seal-

still has her appeal to live;
as i water her daily,
to keep both her's and my dream.

for even when...

we grow through the toughest of times;
our deepest roots help us survive.

so shall we both grow-
tiny quiet flower; with the strongest of will.

Show up after work;
with your lips still a ******-
  to my morning kiss.
Walking around the house naked,
  until on the bed,
and clutching your fists.
I never knew the taste of water;
only of your inner's taste
    stuck on my lips.

Run the bath water;
and those sweet bubbles I love.
The sensitive first lick;
    before the bite-
  might cause you to bark.
Tracing with your finger's previous
  territories; your nails once marked.
Not racing myself into you,
  but there's still the thrill of a rush.

Like sweet honey-
dripping down the comb,
that first drop on my tongue;
twists my insides like a door ****.

The taste of you...when you ***,
as I, go down town.

Look at me so devine;
with the two stars-
  you stole from the Heavens.
As when you cry;
so must the entire universe too.

Of all the years I have;
you make an eternity feel like-
      just a walk.
Of all the crossroads in my mind;
  you're the only running thought.

A butcher of the sky;
that carved beauty into my eyes.
A sweet whisper of love;
that simple words melt my heart.
A really swollen memory;
of all their joys ready to burst.
An oath of courage;
that my lips shake at the first verse.

How so, and how true;
   love does so much to us.
How joyous and how true;
  do I write this verse to...no-one.

No-one it seems;
is so deserving of this love verse.

Give me a couple years...
I'll be living as a king;
but right now, I'm working it all out
so hard as a slave.

Give me a couple years...
to be the boss of my own;
that once worked for bosses.

Give me a couple years...
to drink to all my successes;
filled with a cup of the tears.

Give me a couple years...
for cheers of praise of my name;
made from the whispers of disbelief.

Give me a couple years...
to enjoy the hatching of all my gold;
from the eggs I didn't count before they hatched.

Give me a couple years...
to have put smiles on my family's face,
from the times it looked at me with worry.

Give me a couple years...
to not boast of what I made;
but appreciate all that I earned.

In a couple years...
I'll be every dream I always had,
living them all wide awake.

                   I only need a couple years...

As could I-
give falsehood to what is life...

Inside,
the many dark corners of a mind.

Do find yourself in the places
where fear tries to force you to hide.

Not relying on pride,
as what could save your life.

We live a day, for another one to
make us wise...

Only we can can inspire,
the spark of-
one's dream to it's fire.

And as we lift the hopes of others;
so does our own grow much higher...

I and this life inside,
are in a constant battle in my mind.
I often want to hide behind my pride,
but it couldn't once save my life.

I must be wise,
with the wisdom to inspire,
and to light the way of destiny's fire.
I'm low for the moment;
but every low point encourages me,
to push much higher...

In the summer of 15;
I fell in love before 16.

Sweet as it was, we both felt stuck in an
everyday lover's dream.
High school sweethearts, spending our time
kissing in every free period. No thought of
taking things slow. In the three months it became
so serious. I was young, she was older; she had
the richness of my heart, and I felt poorer.
My bae, I used to call her. Back in the world's
crazy phase, the good old days. When boo, was
part of the common pet names.

I'd save the small change of tuck; to try my luck,
of buying things to keep her heart. We never started
off with hugs, but loved kissing inside an empty class.
Love letters I always wrote for her, were too many.
Filled with my confessions, ***** intentions,
and their best mentions.

My first inspiration to pen out poetry.

The summer of 15,
filled with the songs about loyalty.
I openly told her all my secrets, wishes, and all. I had
fallen in love, but never did fall.

I saved up to buy her a birthday present. A silver watch,
perfumes, lover letters, and a necklace.
The first Valentine I got a rose, and was truly
lost for words. Her name said in vein, sent chills
in all my nerves.

But I was dating her, and all of her friends,
buying out my heart for her,
to be all her friend's shares and spends

In the summer of 16,
we broke up on Valentine's day. Her
eye was caught by another, of higher richness to me.
I was told I should feel guilty.
"I did it because, you did it first to me!"
All I could muster was a long "really"

But she'd meet karma, and along with teenage drama.
The one that wooed her heart, did woo three others.
I went on to lose her number, in classes barely
speaking to each other. Having peers, insult me for
potential years, just added to the hidden marks
of last night's tears.

In the summer of 17,
my idea of love had changed.
I wasn't feeling the same about the event's of love
coming my way.

So now you know why I hate Valentine's day.

why is the voice of all
my disappointments;
louder than the cheers of all
my success;
and why I do I have to constantly
search for happiness,
yet easily be found depressed?

As I pause in his presence;
  he's the one who pushed
   back oceans, for foundations I see,

     walking in valleys of darkness;
       he's the lamp guiding the
         ways of my destiny's feet.

As I pause in his presence;
  I have the privilege to be
     in God's Holy Place,

      waking me up; armed and
       ready for battle,
          Made invincible in every way.

As I pause in his presence;
      I'm lost for words to say,
        at the Oasis of Spirit's peace,

         overflowing, your love's blessings,
           shaking my heart at it's core,
             for your love is sweet to my lips.

I pause in your presence; waiting on your will to be done,
I pause in your presence; knowing that I am always loved.

O' baa baa,
I'm your black sheep,
who always hated school.
"Do you really want to be a fool?"
     No sir, no sir,
I'll stick to all of your rules.

As the wisdom of your head,
rests on your shoulders
   head and shoulders
"A bit too needy," I once was told.
Less nosey;
to smell good intentions.
And the coldest of hearts,
that always caught a cold.

So itsy bitsy,
to all eyes of the world.
And down their drain,
raised in the gutter of rain falls.

As roses that are red,
and the kisses are so few;
Love swept me off my feet,
so much, I broke that broom.

All that once was-
a nursery rhyme,
Lost the former-
but made, a nursery mind.

I had to leave that child behind,
for this man I went on to find.

Beautiful moments...
  are the ones you choose;
        to make...

We're all in this picture of
life... our eyes do frame.
I've lost much today...but there's
others, to make some gains.

   The joys of a life's story;
rests on the flip of a page...

Beautiful moments...
  are the ones you choose;
        to make...

Never forget; where exactly
you came...all those tragedies;
that gave you shape.

Those tears, and their strains;
   the times.. you weren't so
            keen to pray.

Beautiful moments...
  are the ones you choose;
        to make...

Do pray...especially when;
you don't feel like it today.

Why start at being perfect;
when you haven't
mastered...being okay?

Why carry; the entire weight
of the world...just hold onto;
  the words you could say.

In your life's everyday...

Beautiful moments...
  are the ones you choose;
        to make...

You're the end to all
  words to express my love.
              (fullstop)

But do we ever talk,
  with eyes so set on-
        one another?
    (we must see the words)

Do we strongly love the other,
    as the other thinks of-
            themselves?
I often see a chance for more,
          (just add a comma)

You're not one to take my
      breath, or steal my heart,
But how could I not exclaim-
    at my ears hearing your voice!
  (setting myself as an exclamation mark)

So I'd only question-
  whether the words and
          expressions,
  Are far too much?
      (I'm open to your suggestions)

Easy to say, "I'm okay"
when asked how you're doing today.

So strange...

Knowing we hide tragedies behind
such a simple phrase,
For the sake of some kind of
happiness they can praise.

But hey...

Maybe I'm okay...
            or
The tone I should use is;
          I'm okay?

And so... Our eyes swim in
all of their tears.
Drowning in-
     sorrows, and many regrets.

As shall I... Weep in happiness, and
formally my despairs
Weeping joyously-
  as to have conquered fears

But many, shall be my tears.

Sigh!

What the heck am I doing with my life?
If I was caught in between a war,

I’m balancing on what’s wrong, and what’s right…

Sigh!

Heavy is my head, with a weighing heart, and
the deepest thoughts.

The stench of failure, I can’t wash off with little successes…

Not to mention;

The pressure I put on myself. “You should be doing something,” when
I’ve done everything. “Why aren’t you like other people your age,” when
I never once fitted in with my pride…

Sigh!

The life of a last born child. Who pretty much was spoiled by the
spoils of being too spoiled.

Am I annoyed…Yes!

Disappointed…Always!

Angry…In the most creative ways!

And ready to throw in the towel…No! I’ve barely broken a sweat.

Am I sad…Yes!

Fearful…losing the directions of steps ahead!

And ready to throw in the towel…No! I’ve barely broken a sweat.

I can’t give up;
I can’t give up yet!