Just a little more
       we'll set sail to places we should've wandered
and
walk under the city lights til the sun decided to shine upon us.

Just a little more
        and we can build a home out of love's trust,
our hope for love will be it's strong foundation
                 and faith shall be it's roof over world's harshest weathers.

Just a little more
             and I get to kiss you in crowded places,
their gaze will not put out this burning love,
                  their whispers won't mean anything for us
and God's judgment shall be the only thing we'll obey.
  

Just a little more time
      just a little more........
and we can be family again my love

How long has it been
      my other half?
Time molded you more
     than God,
turning into something
        far beyond my reach.
As I walked through
The plains of Eden,
   in a search to find you,
only to discover a pen and paper
         for me to write about you.

Lucky is the man
  who has a woman
that kisses him
     in times his lips
           drenched in blood
for fighting over his fear
  and
as she felt the bruises on her tongue
          her soul knew
he was worth
     every lifetime.

How love can make you creative,
    it can make you write poems
           that focuses on her existence,
      where her lips tastes like fine wine
  or her eyes can see the richness
           inside your poetic soul
                 that latches on metaphors
          and claiming that you use it
                as a tool for keeping her sane.

Love can make you creative,
          as your words dance,
    she dances as well
to the beat of your heart,
         as you finish the final piece,
she'll calmly rest on your shoulder,
       her hair like the strings of a violin
and as you strum it gently
           it'll turn to a lullaby
      that at last you can lay down
knowing your soul
         is finally home.

Toss a coin in an old well
  for a wish to have a maiden so fair,
into the abyss I succumb and dwell
  to take back my love, my lost pair.

How long I have searched for you,
  in cities of different lights,
only to find out that if love is true
   it will come to you in sparkly eyes.

She's an alarm clock to my sleepy soul,
   the lullaby to my wakeful heart,
a lover who stands her ground to
  watch you grow,
and a woman that loves all your pieces of art.

Mahal,
One more chance

When you drown in
an endless ocean of whisky,
you'll miss the taste of life's waters
  as your mind floats above the
ravaging tide of addiction
  and you constantly begging
for the flow to calm

You'll realize that the slowest of recovery
   is better than the fastest one who can chug


Someone out there is either dying for alcohol
or dying from an alcohol addiction,

I won't judge you
on what your heart is looking for
but the drink that's been on your hand
for too long
ain't Jesus in a bottle

It will pass.