screem die please,
and maybe he will stop it
An excuse for crime or treason
****** damage is opening up
Or killing due, rhyme and reason
To those things within we crave
A reckoning of justice
Striken with our judges cane
Leaving only a mark or stain
Dye on the bedding of life
Red wine spilled in pursuit
Of irreversible  rectitude

I don't know habitually.
My lips have a detachment from my mind.  words I want to say don't come out kind.
Usually subtracting the right words.
Filling those empty spaces and lines
Replaced by scar brazing, back assward
Form of what I thought I meant to say.
Unapologetic knowing sorry never binds

I know something about everything. I can tell you about the 26 chromosomes who carry the genetic code that gives me an excuse to know it takes three days to get to the moon. Or that a 16 penny nail has lines across the head, what for grip.
of course?
But I never ******* know what to say.

It really doesn't make sence though I continue to believe in the possibility. I wonder continuously through my self, looking deeply for a sign of life, unforgiven I stay bound by lost desire. ImPartial they stay, understandably away. Distinguished by my force of self understanding. on the outside like a lock, deadbolts with the key-side on the inside, looking out. Clearly fearing more to what lies within then who wishes to reach in my home of dead-end. On the front porch they wait. Sending letters under my doorway. Standing in a puddle of broken glass, pieces of my past reflecting uncontrolled, Directly in their eyes. Expecting nothing in return, maybe a second glance. Friends first. But of course with each step they are close, to the slight twist of a hand. Those mentioned shards of memory cut but a little deeper. Just as fast it seemed possible. Their feet reconcile the fact of my nature. Telling the truth without the slightest of fib. It is me they now so clearly wish to rid.

I tell myself every waking,
sleepless moment you're not here
yet each time you are near
again  my nervousness won't disappear
Creating an unstoppable ache in my chest
my restless blood pump evacuates
Pressure breaks each and every vessel
In anticipation, as if through ever breathtaking mountain air.
Gasping for a drink of the right words to ease the silence that keeps me gazing into the fog of two hazel encompassed pupils that are the door to the soul of the person I wish I could be.
With, In essence it is the ideal sorce of happiness
Truely inspiring my sence of understanding
Morphed mostly unto gratitude
Given the recent release of the knot
Which has held so tightly upon My throat of compassion.
Fear, no compultion alone.
By Extraordinarily exceptional lust
Portrayed by the people who I cared for the most
Has given me unreputible reluctance to trust those of the opposite fitting
But then again maybe it takes
An even more extraordinary creature to release my reluctance of relationship
And free me to the empathy that is unconditional love
Not nearly as Extraordinarily
That is. She is. Right here next to me