Despair drips
from my lips,
don't kiss me

My sorrowful soul
awaits death’s kiss,
don’t miss me

Don’t look away
When the man weeps
When the woman dies
When the child wails
When the dog whines

Cruelty is the universe moving
Suffering is the feeling of life

Don’t look away
Into the happy times
Into the fearful memory
Into the conceited depression
Into the fake gods

You can’t escape your fate
You won’t evade death.

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

there is no
perfection

there is
trying and

learning
changing

to adapt
to truth

the reality
we all face

if we are
honest

with
ourselves

Values cave when built upon the riches
of a dead man, whose soul was fed by the hands of greed.

Poetry
Releases me
From my world
Of warmth. From the
Edges of the environs.



Do
Not worry about
It being safe. For my lover
Has my back.



Caressing
Ideas into
My head. She whispers.



She
Is my
Cosy cloak
My warm milk,
While the emotions of
My heart spits 'chilly' like the
Climate of  Winter fell.



She
Is my
Three-eyed raven.
I am her Brian-the-broken
Even in the darkest of nights
She illuminates upon my pain.



She is poetry.
The food I feast on.
The liquid which I gulp.