The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.

All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.  
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.  
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.

Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.  
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded  by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.

They looked so happy,
the couple upstairs.
He, roughly handsome,
was tall and strong
She, dark and lithe,
was prone to song.
Their apartment was done
in the height of fashion.
where scented candles
lit nights of passion.

Now their place is dark
and the shades are drawn.
He sits and wonders
where they went wrong.
in the room once shared
now devoid of song
It's painfully obvious
that she's gone.

Sometimes, I realized
that I don't need you anymore,
your words sounds so cruel
though it's not even my mistake.
You always complain
that I'm doing it wrong,
can you not see
I'm doing it right for you?
You're trying to change the person
you may haven't  known yet,
so stop taking me to the edge,
where the end is near,
for I always let you win
in this tug of war.

But even if you used
to be like what they heard,
I can still find a reason to stay
inside the warmth of your heart.
I'm falling in love even more
the moment you utter my name,
always makes me think
that you're one of a kind,
so why should I lose you?
And so most of the times
I then realized
that I can't imagine
life without you,
that living alone
with no love of yours
feels like committing suicide.

Sijo 1  

The rapid rattle fire, red tracers screaming in silent air,
woke me from half dream sleep--eyes open are better than eyes closed,
when ears are filled with black noise, and Victor Charlie wants me dead