When the nameless man comes knocking at my door, to sell me dreams, I hope I'm not too busy spending my money on sleeping drugs at the corner store. God may misjudge me for saying prayers in such a poor taste,—but would he still feed me the mercy, of knowing I never really had the taste of freedom?

I never meant to distance myself from any reasoning. But I'm always the forgetful one; putting everything of everyone first in my plans,— I must of forgotten about myself again, along with what it meant to be Christian
I sang songs with the dogs, to worship any hand that fed me
well enough, to become so reliant on every man. I slept with every shadow that came with the promise of any brighter day.
But its just an old tale for another yesterday, that I'm chasing like
a relentless dog,— And by the bones in my closet, those skeletons look to be nothing more than the many meals I'd feast on.

But every dog has it's day, and if all dogs do go to Heaven, I must be a dog at the end of it's breath, hoping it's maker does hear it's barking prayer.

People crawl under skins,
calling you vain
Picking at thoughts,
to call one picky
Act to turn the other cheek,
to call another cheeky.

Life with complicated people,
much complicated ourselves
In over our heads,
won't get over ourselves.

Another day gone,
but days aren't lost for us
The best of mankind,
means to keep on looking
Wishing for it on make believe
genies, will only rub off
Nothing is above down
to earth people
Living on solid ground for growth.

If we've forgotten
how to grow,
What fruit of us will it show?

Descendants falling hungry,
of knowledge not taught
We're responsible for legacies better
than ones of us in the past.

Written word,
the speeches I might make
The pros and cons you know,
all what we do isn't always guided by fate.

Take a tour inside your mind,
a true journey of life.
The past is always behind,
fools only bring it along with them
Why waste,
the little moments we have right now,
given it's weight
You weigh your heart on troubles,
the mass of which
Doesn't help in thinking straight.

I'll clear my throat,
let the inner voice be heard
I do prefer,
for people to wish me good by their word
Actions,
are what I'd expect to compliment in works.
Effort,
is for those willing to put it in,
Don't do too much,
but a little to prove what you're doing.

I give my grace,
as the heroes I've only known
Gave their lives to keep me safe.
Don't be the one to waste a life
wasting the one you have
Be glad for what you own.

Life is more of what you
can give than take,
Earn than buy,
how much real you are than acting fake.
How you handle your blessings,
and deal with mistakes.

As is the way
The way of things in life.

self absorbing,
***** talking tastes of erosion
don't want to spoil the mood
but i soiled myself in a bust of tears
i don't cry as much, not much time
to cry about anything as a man on a constant move,
and i don't have  much of the moves, to move
back into your heart,-

let's vacate quickly before i'm occupied by time
opting out of the options at hand,
not so handy being left out when you're left handed
as i see your yawn like applauds;
forcing everyone else to chip in

we've become bored of our love, as the writing is
stuck on the wall in white; a chalkboard
as if i forgot to dot down the notes,
taking note of an aid to memory
it's too late now; the classes have ended
and I've been schooled by someone
else who could love you better.

A wind calls a wind,
to each hearing other loudly.
To us and ears,  
only empty whisper.

You look like a yesterday
I'm still trying to enjoy today,
A couple goodbye kisses when I'm feeling high,
ending it off with passing remarks whenever you walk by
Tomorrow tends to be a mile; of a frantic
distance of you always running on my mind
I must have fallen in love in between the days,
tripping over you; I cracked my jaw of not having
all of the right words to say.

"Hey," let's start from there,
but I'm often to stuck up for my own well being, right here
It's just that usual fear, a shade of a tear, a taste
of honey dew dripping out of my eye
At least to say, I had a sweet sight gazing at you;
well at least I try not to cry a lot- you know that sensitive guy
Trying to make sense of all the cents I had,
to spare another penny for a thought of you

Aren't we all looking for a bit of change?

Oh what a shame,
being so in over my head, down under my emotions
I even forgot to ask for your name;
but it could probably ring in my ears
And I'll be staring at a blank screen, waiting for a
notification from you, with that very ding
Coming full circle, just to ask if you could stay
stuck on my skin, like the indent of a wedding ring

Ugh, never mind
backspace, backspace, select all and delete

We were blessed with the ability
to choose,
No walk is the same,
we can't fit in everyone's shoes.

Hot breathes; oxygen starts to fire up by two
Everywhere, their mouth’s turn into flames
Palm rubs; tightly gripped affections as you
Hope to find the inner depth of your open heart
Close your eyes, as fine skin pulses towards touch
Something close, to something worth love’s friction

The reason in your eye’s blood glottal quiet stares
Are the shares of two voices, while kissing in a song
Piling up all of your emotions towards a love stack
So in touch with regrets; that’s why you hide your hands
You walk under trees, to shade those who try to follow

In the hopes that in even in the dark, there’s a flower
Tears flow out like blood from a wound- stanched
By how long you have to cry; gushing out scars
Everywhere, is a loud place to truly be yourself
Still, believe in your self-worth, precise to yourself

Tucking away your joy;
caving in a hiding hole- pulling skin over
your head: Uncircumcised
Uncut grass, to the disguise of your hedges
you so desperately try to hide; despising such
a sight, to the heir of your generation’s likeness
of still fighting to feel alive

You won’t come outside;
you won’t live under the stars, to at least
stay a night- your commodity spent over what
you long for: Perfect body, a faithful soul

“Why are they laughing?”
no, that’s your insecurities making you
laugh out aloud, at yourself

I can hear the echo of your tears,
even when you’re not around- it’s a pity that your
cries make you a fortress vast and overwhelming-
you’re a vision without sight; my words vanish
into the silence of your lips right after we kiss

All your gifts are spoken, too bad when you
speak, they never really have an ear for you.

That’s why I’m always listening, tuned into
the melody of your tears.

Touch*

Some good feelings don't seem too right,
But is it bad to say I want you for tonight.

It was just a touch,
Felt it through a rush.
Breaking me down in my body's desire of this particular crush.

Burning desire for warmth between hidden lips.
Holding gently to pull you closer by your hips.
Gulping down on your love in the couple of sips,
Yet not paying for any of it, for you refuse to take any of my tips.

But it's not *** by simple details,
When you don't throw yourself across all the world's females.

For when I first felt the touch,
One piece of it was never enough.
Take it to place of comfort, perhaps a couch,
Taking control of the machine within me by it's oily clutch.

Simply came from a touch,
To control this crave is all but too much.

Tragedy never seems to run out;
a cat runs through traffic —
and unfortunately,
    it finally
        ran out of lives.

Remnants of ash linger –
a pair of cigarettes from our history;
memories tucked away in an ashtray –

“What a hell of a life,”
breathed in right after quarrels, and less
often after moments of passion.

Still hooked on one another.

Worth more than the gold of this rich heart,
can't finish my words, so I'll give you a best start.
Movie scene, you honestly gotta be the best part.

Chump change of my one dime,
pay dues just to spend more time.
Kinda selfish when you're all mine,
red wine of you both being so fine.

Quite strange how it all goes,
your love makes my words all flow,
Taking heed to your tempo just to go slow.
And at your lightly pace, I can't help but to just glow.

Won't swear for a promise is my better deal,
in the many fake faces, tryna see what's real,
Risk it all just to enjoy that one thrill.
And your soft lips are my sworn will.

As the days will change like another book page,
my love still strong, but it does age.
But started best being teenage.

So let's take the time to start in it, and both engage.

High on all of the places, I shouldn't survive
-afraid of heights; above myself but also
uncomfortable being so low towards others

Solo: in feeling I must
face all my pains alone

                    That's a notion highly questioned

Where three is a crowd, two gossiping have secrets coming out loud.
At the breath of their words, the things they say,
Id asked you to hold your mouth and swallow your tongue as I ask you may.

Perhaps do things differently today.

Where two is love, love isn't for itself, for it's shared,
Where feelings are kept, many things we soon  regret. When we lose a love so rare.
You best hid to such love and take care.

Perhaps speaking to myself, or of the inner voice of my conscience,
a good will of men, a foreign past of what once was.

A lesser past, behind the back of my mind. Thoughts of things, and pieces of dreams.

Where they all lay, I stay,
Where they rest, I sit next,
Where they are to be, is destined for me.

A man, a wake, a wreck, and an empty ship ready for another relationship.

Darling, still wishing for kisses and tickles underneath the sheets of a bed of love,
Wrap your love round my hand like a tightly worn glove.
A thousand calls and a billion messages left staring in your phone,
Still traveling back to our place, just that moment of you and I, darling I'm rushing to get home.

Blank notes filled with tears of my heart and beats of a silent brain,
They would only see you and I both day and night, while other times catching beatiful raindrops in calming rain.
They would see us riding a Golden compass to find more treasures of this love of ours.
Sitting in the middle of an ocean filled with my tears of joy, that I cried for you and I, a thousand hours.

But you and I could fill an entire planet, just the two of us.
Love filling all the corners of the planets crust, counting the time to pass.

My darling it's just you and I, but I would never forget the God that brought us both to be.
So right now, we shall sleep a thousand hours to dream up all those dreams, just come closer and lay down with me.

A seed is buried in the manhole
pebbles of time to chuck at the glass screen of life;
the genuine stone in your hand- consistent is its determination
Dreams lost in the dusty drawer
a mind’s past tortures, alongside the crawling pieces
of blood clot envy under my skin- towards a love so in vain
These are the ancient wounds
jumping into conclusions; through the escaping hurdles
In place of the ghouls, the faces that flow through feeding corpses

Night falls, into a dreamer’s eyes
unlocking a world full of possibilities- insignificant fingers
trying to count up optimism misplaced in the gory wings of lips  
Fly away from your comments
comets fall in a beautiful destruction, to perish dry and blow
out the picture of a star- drinking wine at a sunrise; drunk on life

More so, more or less when
the consistent soil grows us bread to feed buttered-up charms
as lovers spread out their love to the distaste of a jealous bunch
Don’t open, that love jar
letting out that sickening hint of spark- once you open that door
it will close you in defeat; from head to sole jumping in heartache’s
repeat…

Lock your promises,
Swear to me you would, keep to your word if you could.

Lock your promises,
Build a bridge of trust to connect us both, show me you took my feelings with the sense of worth.
Swear to me you would, than to rather force me no good.

Lock your promises,
Hide away the Key, keep the secrets I tell you safe for me.
And surely of you I'd plea, and if you had the heart to keep my secrets, you'd fill my heart with glee.

If you'd lock your promises inside a chest, hidden away from all the rest.
Buried deep down in a foreign land beyond the West, I'd think it the best.

Just pinky swear if you could, lock your promises if you would,
To do justice to my already broken heart some good.
I'd think it best you should.

In the realm of my existence, joy dances
like a flame, flickering with resilience and grace.

Through storms and clear skies alike,
its glow remains unwavering, casting light
upon my journey and kindling a fire within my spirit.

This steadfast joy acts as a compass,
leading me through life's twists and turns,
teaching me that happiness is not a destination,
but a way of being, shaped by my actions and outlook.

Chase emotions,
Fishing out on love.

I'm hooked.
Placed orders on feelings by the corner store of my heart that's fully
booked.

Spend the worth of time making due within hours.
Pretty girls wanting to keep in my pocket don't come that easily by buying them pretty flowers.

Learnt the lesson too well.

Tell you what was in the few minutes won't be what is
So if you hear me paying on dues for life, I'll take my time to pay the fees.

And people's opinions won't matter if they don't stick
For we all can't afford to buy glue on the daily
Or spend the time digging on memories within thoughts to pick.

So I'll be captain of the course my heart travels

Riding waves of emotions.

Flipping through the best moments of life through the channels.

Held down to my word by gravity.

What will keep me sane is sometimes my lost sanity.

Like randomness I make from guessing thoughts
They'll comfort the empty pain I felt from fully treated hurts.

A Dog chasing it's tail, pain will inspire me that much to continue on the chase.
I may find the memories in the thoughts of sound

Showing something hidden beneath a smile on face.
But just don't think me falling before I've hit the ground.

She had dried my eyes with a strand of hair. Stranded.
Searching for a reply of care, her calmly gaze had
made my face so fragile— as hers was made up a vase,
Smiles that came from clay, shaped in all manners of display;
dependent on those who seen her wilted flowers on display.

Where this Rose lies,
surely she has survived
Though many of it's kind
through time have died
She stays strong and as the only alive.

Where this Rose lies,
her beauty has for set eyes.
She is much a desire,
longing tender, treated worthy as a prize.
You only see what you find,
you look up to her as she will soon rise.

Where this Rose lies,
she who has kissed the sky.
Roses don't truly die,
swept away for a moment
In time she'll come to be revived.
As the day is coming,
her beauty will soon again arrive.

Energy & effort,
what you put in is what you'll get.
Therefore,
give it your all,
And get back a hundred percent.

Constituency & patience,
stay the course, wait for the reward.
As God has given us,
blessings always wait for us in store.

Breathing & living,
precious is every breath. We're still alive.
We spend our life proceeding,
to achieve success on the other side.

We spend energy and effort,
having constituency and patience.
While we're still breathing and living,
to every second we have, we shouldn't waste it.
The end is always nearing.

The sun and moon once cried together,
making a beautiful light.
Amongst the stars and a spaceship
of the last solar flight.

Tears of the sun
are the rays we feel on Earth.
The sun cries for the moon's embrace,
love and her worth.

Miles away from each other,
their sights only by rotation.
One day my love,
we'll once again embrace each other.
No matter the distance, cause or duration.

This may be like one last solar flight,
but despite what the world may see,
I'll never lose you out of my sight.

All the trouble
kept by a phone full of receipts
-you don’t check up on her much;
as she wears a pretty blush on those cheeks.

And she looked
at his hands and feet, trying not
to denounce his name, but ever growing
jealous of his fame: all the girls know his name.

Who knows,
how many he’s actually touched,
and walked them all to his quiet house
much less than he does with this current girl

Calm as the night, carefree as the day;
A melody composed by the gentle stream
Of tears by the riverbank.

Pause by the water, soothing the warmth
Of your cheeks – your presence feels like
A deep yearning, dancing with the rhythm
Of your steps.

Time sits still
while we sit still too.
Seems only calm,
as we ourselves are calm too.

Account for lost time,
can't register the lost seconds.
Where's all the time,
forget it when we make it to Heaven.
Falling away like falling angels
Don't hit the ground,
might not survive the damage.

My time is a stranger,
one who wears a red coat
Hidden in his pocket,
the cutting edge of time that cuts my throat.

What if I don't make it
close to tomorrow,
Was today the best I gave,
lend me a grace of grace
And a couple more years I could borrow.
I could lead the masses,
but I too could be good to follow.

Chewing through time,
but I don't think I can swallow.
Best to live life at my prime,
just in case I'm not first to wake tomorrow.

If I could imagine two, I'd imagine twice of loving you.
My feelings were unlocked while I picked at your heart,
And I need you now cause you're such a must.

As you're such a pretty eye. A pretty lady.
But I don't want to see you cry, when you're my Lady.
And I don't want to die. I know it's crazy,
Cause I'd hate to say goodbye. I'm never ready.

But my words are weak at your scent so strong,
my feet are cold, well my eyes are wet.
and without you all, it's but regret.
For my sight is short, still I'll see you long.

But I'd have to ask why love me so?

I’d pray my skins off just cover my family’s
Back – yet as I pen these thoughts, my mind drifts
To the shadows of my own depression…

Is it the root of my anguish, or perhaps the spark
That ignites my pen into a fierce weapon?

I find myself asking how highly people must think
Of me, and that’s a thought that always brings me so low.
Acting so ahead of myself but not knowing where
I should go – the ideal version of myself I envisioned
At four years old, had me happily married by twenty-four.

Yet, I struggle to see my own worth in the eyes of any woman.
I constantly search for hidden reasons why relationships
Falter, and it seems that’s why they often do.… still,
I’d trade my skins to shield those I cherish, even if it
Were only for a fleeting moment.

Is this merely a misguided sense of humility,
Or is it a deeper issue of not being able to love myself?
I feel uncomfortable in my own skins

My love for living is nothing but Titanic
a sinking ship;
down to the end of it's relationship.

Come to terms with the realization that is life,
if I die tonight would I make it to Heaven.
Perhaps you think I'm so alive, yet I've been dead since I was seven.

Everyday feels closer to the very end, I've feared no Armageddon
Like the young seeking only pleasure,
seeking such desires in the shortest of measures.

What is living.

What is purpose upon knowing who you are,
and therefore who are you if you're only known by nobody
What is living for yourself if we're constantly trying to live for somebody.

What is living.

Like a distant memory less focused on the past,
how far have we come
And in comparison to the past,
what's left for any of us.

What is living.

A closed hand question,
but not on the grip of things,
while thinking upon on all we've once held
So then it seems,
man only seeks to keep hold onto all their dreams.

What is living.

The days right now are foreshadowing the days ahead,
the months before;
as the years have gone away
To compliment the gesture is yet another day.

Then again what is a day if not lived to fullest
what's the question of living amongst the dumb ones and the clueless.

We're the only one's stupid enough to keep poking at the notion,
abusing the idea of living;
and seeking out our own torture.

Truly what is this living.

At the peak of the very tip falling off to the edge
a graceful fall into the shadowy hole of self longing
The time is rising still as the days are dawning.

Crawling out of the black pit we've buried ourselves in,
the grave we've set.
Gravely do you ever think of the mess you're in.

Perhaps no,
but no to the notion of thinking it's the end.

What is this living.

Living in the world that can't live with us,
a world we **** and still beg for it's trust.
What is the hope for us.

What then are we living for.

Living once and to the very last,
what is the hope for us.

Introduction : Bar scene

In the bar scene trying to fit with the crowd.
Pouring thoughts as the bartender pours the rounds.
  Music in here too **** loud.

All pretty girls in here look good for the night.
"Take you home baby, just to wipe the lies off your face. Let that beauty fall out of sight".

In here for the fun. Bartender pour another shot.
Take it to the head till I'm numb. Whatever it takes to get there, don't mind the cost.

A troubling heart if you searching inside this chest.
Looking for closure in a lonely drink. My soul never at rest.

Flip through the pages to understand of my story.
Of the pain I felt from childhood, to now using a drink to cry such pain.
Lost of my own identity, not recognizable by very own name.

I'm the troubling heart trying to fit in.

Chapter 1 : Leaving Home

Childhood memories. Mother lost of her lover to the war.
Hearing of Father's death over the phone.
Cut through me just like his rusty old saw.

School days, skipping through all my classes.
Teachers tried to pity me long. Till they too kicked me out for beating up the masses.

Mother had no time to deal with my troubles. Best friend the bottle.
Wishing for father's old motorcycle to work, just to leave this city on full throttle.

With all the residents looking at me with a dull eye when I frown.
With everything I once had in place now upside down.

Whole world laughing at you. Could I be it's clown?

Best be leaving this city.
To many days of better memories all dried out. Nothing really left for me.

Feels kinda empty.

Board the late night train with my cash of few.
Hoping in the distance days and cities I could find something new.

With nothing of much left, barely enough in my hand.
Washed up in my own tears like the ocean's sand.

Leaving this place tonight.
Be gone by the wind and the Day's breath.
Hoping well of something out there to be of my strength.

Chapter 2: Welcome

Lady on the train stares me down. Has a lot to say.
Looking at her face, she's the spiritual type. Not in the mood to deal with this today.

Sits next to me without a word. Greets me with a tap.
Tells of how she sees the trouble in my eyes, throws a Bible on my lap.

"He'll guide you, never forget that my boy,
Let He be your Strength and Joy"

Took her Bible just to be polite.
Doubt I'll peep through any page.
Thinking of her trying to know of my life as she's a sage.

Nearing the end of the train ride to my next destination.
In a city where strangers are easily spat out. Hoping well to be the exception.

I'll keep the Bible just to ease her Heart.
But she'd best not expect me to follow her "HE", for I don't know where to start.

"Welcome to the city of dreams", the sign boldly claims.
"With the big highlights and bigger names".

Well here I go to make my own name.

By night:
the wet tears are vivid of our dreams
Despite the foretold of our folklore, forbidding me
the sweet nothingness of ignorance, relayed by my blissful likening
Reality will soon bride alongside what I hoped to be a moment
--still of what time we have left,  let me put pride aside to rest

Oh yes
we are all what we hope in future—beautiful creatures formed in the
dark, to only come to light by the life in our eyes
I bid you all well; in those pursuits to success...may they not cut your eyes
But inspire lessons of your successor. Do teach the young better
For that’s all we hope to do!

May your values
Be an outshine of like the stars above your room
And may you die a peaceful death, as not a corpse flipping over in tomb
as you knit your memories in fabrication of nostalgia,
Remember this; you were woven perfectly in the womb,
not of our own human understanding; still as creations


Tis destiny to be
a roadmap upon what will be the conclusion of your story
Meet your finale with joy, honour, experiences, pain,
passion, gain, acceptance, and to praise Him of glory.

Death, is an obvious inevitable,
make every moment of life memorable
Being grave to childish thoughts is pitiful,
some people try to use you as usual
Falling for looks is foolish love,
the grass is always greener on the other side—if you water it enough
Live, laugh, let go, learn, be led, to then go lead,
love, listen, have less of boastful overtones, and have fun

The poet’s words are a gun—
they could incite by what they recite
It’s up to you to choose what sort of surrender
you pen your words to
             This message is sent out to all of you.

In a brief squeeze, my chest wheezed—
there goes my heart, falling out of itself,
into another rhyme, into another line.
Queue me up for feeling less than myself,
lost in being so lost.

Letting go of old grievances just to make
room for new ones today.
“I’m not okay”—
but I won’t say it, because you MAYBE
won’t think of me the same.

Sometimes I’m determined, other times,
indulgent. I look like I’ve got it together,
but beneath the surface,
I’m exhausted—
completely out of order.
Struggling. Sweating.
But short on words to explain what’s wrong.

I’d be seen as too much for speaking my
pain aloud— but pain is always louder
when it’s silent.

So I speak now for those who are just like
I am.
We are We:
navigating identity crises in these
stretched-out teen years of our twenties.
We are plenty— and still enough to
surround each other in love that counts,
instead of letting life count us down
or count us out. We will rise. Together.

Our fiction;
is our
human nature;

And it'
fascination:

Look beyond
your
imagination,

At it' end
you'll find
a new
creation:

And the
reason for
all things
changing.

Here you are, and there I go,
a cassette of love; sometimes I flip you off
Still on the other side, a lot of anything goes
as an entry by the look of your eyes, right into your soul
Two of which are open doors, as I'm open to being yours

I don't claim to by any kind of superman,
that tends to turn into a superficial kind of love
And that's more of being way too suspicious,
always trying to supersede all that I have above
But I'm not always on top of things; especially
on one of my many lows, trying to hold onto everything
Everything slips out of an overprotective opinion, in a white glove;
and you probably recognize that common love sickness
A common kind of flu, when love is in the air as just a common
feeling; over the ceiling, to when I was close to a heaven above

But even if I didn't believe in angels,
I'd kiss the wings of the only one I knew
It would be you, but you wouldn't believe me if I said I love you
so much, that much of it annoys me; thinking about you
You flew into my room, and lifted the butterflies in my stomach,
netting my eyes, at first gaze to know you were a catch
Whether to say, "thanks," or "*******," for what you've done,
all I'm left to say is,

                        "I love you, I love you, ****** it I love you"

Poetic words become
food for thought,
Words we bite in.
Poetic words become
old stories told,
Words of reciting.
Poetic words become
loud as thunder,
Word's powerful lightning.
Poetic words become
as us all,
Words of likeness.

Deepest pain is the one in secret,
a smile covering up a hurt.
One can seem so happy,
he seems fulfilled. But alas; just pieces.

The greatest pain,
the one they don't know.
Agony is a song,
sung by my heart in secret.
Which sounds like the blues
pouring out of my soul.

The last struggle felt,
is extreme pain in the nights
Hiding behind the lights of day.
We're all broken sometimes,
but we love to say, "we're okay".

Really why I love to suffer alone
isn't me being selfish with my pain.
When you grew up being told to be a man
crying in secret is all you know.

I'm best to be silent,
crying tender whispers of pain.
These tears will remain pouring down,
forcing me to stop being quiet.
For after the cloudy weather comes the
sun after the rain.

So goodbye to the agony,
and it's secrets.
I break down to be rebuilt from broken pieces.

Tick Tick; goes my heart in the line of a drumbeat
whereas I stray away from long hugs – it’s an awkward heat
A stray dog shows love to any hand that helps them eat,
so sure — call me a treat when you say so I’m sweet...
Just don’t toss me out on the street; or throw my heart over
the waters of selling me a dream – just to make it skip a beat.

Hiss, hiss; is how even the sweetest of kisses can go –
giving a lover a part of my soul – stepping out with my love;
Being so much like their sole. Meets and greets; those events
and your people – but if I see they’re not good for your soul,
Don’t expect me to tolerate them at all. Those are the snakes
waiting to bite you, and their venom will poison us both.

Click, click; are usually those friendships that won’t last –
blind mice, never calling you out; for the good times to last
Friendships made for the hype, the interest of camera smiles,
but never a picture of genuine trust. Your attention to their
problems is a must, but paying attention to your problems
is too expensive – and that just cheapens love, and I doubt
they would have a problem not showing any value for us -
And in their many smiles, is a smile of joy that we didn't last.

But then again, I’m not in love – but if I was,
I guess these sorts of guidelines should be a must for us.
To make a love that holds onto loyalty, truth, and mutual trust.

Tomorrow is always so dark —

I don’t have the eyes to see it, but I’ve got
the faith to believe in it. And if dreams never
die… do we still dream after death?
And do you still dream with open eyes —
or do they close by the end of the night?

We dream in colour in a black-and-white
world. But what’s colour worth when we
judge by shade, by place, by blood?
Even their own goes against their own
for the turf they hold onto of the authority
they own.

My thoughts —
  
Black as summer storms over my mind.
Winter is coming, and all we want is to
stay warm by standing with our kind.
And I hear those churchgoers
tell the best lies — where are they going,
if they say they carry His light?
Leading us all into a “tomorrow,” but
is just a place made for the dark…

Tomorrow is always so dark...
and somehow, still the thing we
all hope to find… but it’s also a
place we use as a place to hide.

To bury a charm within this grass;
Let it stretch out my reach by a third of an arm-
I've been a love dealer, I was a third wheeler;
I was a candle maker, before the candle holder
Drifting in the breeze like a forlorn leaf
From a withered flower...

So cover my face in dirt,
To bury myself beneath the charm that does
The heavy lifting- love is so unforgiving; pulls me
Back further away- it's so **** receding, yet my longing
Only grows stronger; but I sound needy even
When I'm pleading; still my heart is bleeding

Still a man now, but also just a hopeless creature

Pieces of the world will fail you,
it's desires only grant themselves.
Try as you may,
but your heart still cries.
Life's hard and I'm not the only one.

Falling to knees,  
as always.
Broken into pieces,  
from a former self.
Robbed of everything,
that bears your hearts wealth.

In these very tears,
is a place filled with fears.
What is to be revealed,
things seem at an end, but we're not done.
Battles have been fought, but a greater war has to be won.

The price of life comes at a cost,
and to find yourself means admitting your lost.

Words that bless your ears,
should be the same wiping away your tears.

The eyes of man don't fully understand,
his only as human,
Who sometimes acts in the ways of lesser good,
quick to sin as his nature would.

Man only has to look at the horizon
for the Son to set on their eyes.
Man only has to believe
for blessings to arise.

You bestow upon me kisses
infused with the essence of cinnamon,
I inquire if it is the cause of my speechlessness.
Your skin, so tender to my gaze,
possesses a delicate vulnerability that
a mere nibble could easily mark.
My profound musings, consumed by thoughts of you,
cut through the depths of my being.

In my dreams, I envision you,
with my heart suspended within yours.
The untainted purity is forever tainted
by the fiery crimson allure of your lips.
The taste of you engulfs me, leaving me breathless,
while a tantalizing sensation tightens within my trousers.

In the depths of my longing, your essence
becomes a captivating remedy for the
affliction that plagues my heart.
Your gentle curves, like a sanctuary,
provide solace for my restless mind throughout the day.

As the night unfolds, it becomes a canvas
for passionate yearning, and the delicate touch
of your intimate embrace ignites a fire within me.
The sovereignty of your femininity reigns supreme,
overwhelming me with a blissful deluge in
the paradise that is your embrace.

You've transformed into an unexpected surge of vitality,
electrifying every essential part of me.
Your movements effortlessly guide me into
the perfect state of mind, as if you possess the secret
to unlocking my deepest desires.
Your neck, delicately scented like an unfurled flower,
invites my eager kisses, as I chase after the intoxicating
allure you exude.

The spring-like cascade of your hair embodies the essence
of a scorching and restless summer, and I eagerly await its Fall.
Allow my breath to simmer, as I reach my natural
boiling point, stirred by the intensity of my emotions.
And together, let us embrace a passion that surpasses
even the fiery glow of the red light illuminating our room.

It seems as though we are a mistake in history –
– the true mystery lies in deciphering its significance.

Yet, if I could unravel all your thoughts, would I still
find myself lacking? It feels as if we wake up late, only
to confront our troubles early on.

Pregnant ideas; we were all destined to create, yet –
we also give life to countless fears, concealing our tears
under the mat of our dreams.

You must have swallowed the key, striving to avoid
glancing back, but our present is merely a reflection of
our history.

And where we stand now marks the beginning of a
brighter future we yearn to seize.

Expectation of finding reflection
in your life,
How do so when all around are broken mirrors,
much like I am
A fragile frame of glass.

Jumping off the edge of life,
still haven't met the bottom,
Just floating along in the air.

As a lot I say to sadness,
only giving me a headache to the moon,
I just need my space,
still I love to rush into it,
but I'm not down to the race.

For this could be the anti, anti
of my anti source of feeling
An anti, anti feeling to how I'm secretly
bleeding out of the face.

It's all made me feel worthless,
as the piece of trash in this world.
I'm such a waste,
wasting away on so many negative feelings,
A subtraction of life within me.

All are little broken pieces,
just too tiny for you to really see them.

No matter how hard you try,
you can't stop the rain pouring outside,
Just like you can't prevent the tears from
streaming out of your pretty eyes.
And I pray that the rain never ceases to fall
in between your thunderous thighs

It's the moistness of your beloved eyes that always
captivates me, the flavor your cherry that
first pinched my cheeks to my own surprise.
It wasn't just the peaches I wanted to savor,
but that initial taste that left me craving for another bite.

Your mesmerizing twirls ignite a whirlwind
of emotions within me, as if a tornado is brewing.
I find myself captivated by the thought of you,
eagerly awaiting the downpour of affection,
envisioning you through my eyes.
And oh, how could I ever erase the memory
of your touch, the sensation of your skin, and
those trembling lips that held my sights.

If I were to shower you with my love,
could you grasp onto it regardless of its size?
To have you lying beside me, as the mere
sight of you ignites something within me to rise.
I could become your towering mountain, while you
become my flowing river, forever by my side.

                 I hope you won't mind?

It’s like you plan to feed yourself with time
but never take any seconds. And I swear —
you could hear me second-guessing
myself over a plate full of food for thought,
just trying to feed a little of my ego. And it takes
a while to finish expressing myself — so let me take
the express train on any passing train of thought.
Cos it’s a full course — learning how to be well fed
in a world where everyone’s trying to make bread
while praying for that daily bread.

A man does all that he can for himself, before he
even says Amen! And all men are expected
to have themselves in order — but never given
the time of day to order the meal that fills their worth.
Because most of that time gets spent spending on
somebody else’s worth.

And sometimes, I wonder if it’s really worth it at all.
There’s a man who regrets giving it all to a girl
who became somebody else’s girl…that sentiment,
doesn’t only apply to him giving his all to girls.

—He gave everything to a seemingly self-fulfilled
world! And that meal is always so cold...