I knew something as kid
that now I have forgotten
Time tricks you into thinking
you are going forward
I was chasing being brilliant,
So they told me stupidity
was the prize of intelligence - I get that now
But I’m yet craving sagacity,
Then will I truly get it when I get the chance?
Because perhaps what I lost
is an ignorance that I’ll never recover
And I’ll never be as smart as when i was dumber

If paper and pen
understand me to my core,
then it is my voice that betrays me evermore.
I know better, yet opening up
stays my biggest fear.
I am surface-leveled,
neither there, nor here.
And so comfortably, with no fuss,
I stay a projection,
nothing more than dust.
I am your imagination,
no depth,
no width.
I am only but a shell.
An empty figure,
stripped of will and vigor.

When time was hard

you pulled me through.

Now that death has taken you away

who do I look to?

Gone too far

Gone too soon

You are always missed.

Arise.
Arise I say Arise.
The night is well spent,as a new day breaks forth.
I take my first breath,I open my eyes,lift my hand and stretch my feet.
In awe I lay as I watch the sun stealthily creeping up from the East.
Shining forth as a ball of fire, as it emits off rays afar.
The heavens so vast arrayed with clouds of grey, white and blue.
It's funny how they seem to change in shape as they move across the sky.
Sometimes I could swear it was the  shape of a lion,a bird or a man I saw, as the images soon fade away.
I take my first steps, open the door as a gentle breeze upon my cheeks I feel.
I look upon the tree's, and all that I see, and stand in awe of the works, of our Great King.
I close my eyes as I say a prayer.
Thank you Dear Lord, that I could arise too see another day.
I open my eyes, a smile upon my face, as my heart grips the awesomeness of our Great King.

I ride the carousel, round in my mind,
Each figure a name I swore I’d forget
A sardonic grin on the face of time,
Spinning through kisses and cold regret.

He whispered in lust making false vows,
Then vanished into the dark of night.
The shame still stains my silence now,
A bruise that blooms beneath the light.

Another wore dreams like a cheap disguise,
Painted in promises, glossed with gold.
But the facade cracks beneath his lies,
And love runs dry when hearts grow cold.

They repeat like haunted tunes,
Ghosts dressed nice, soaked in sin
A dance beneath a distant moon,
Where every ending dares begin.

Still I continue, I never learn,
Addicted to the aching thrill
To love that sours, to bridges burned,
To wounds that beg to open still.