Hold
On
Pain
Ends

To bring us together,
But that has to stop.
We can't wait
Until people have died
To unite
Please, join me
If you find a poem
Saying the person will commit suicide,
Try and help
For Andy
(Even though he's not dead)

we are in a
vibrational harmony.
you and me,
and I guess we've always seen
our potential for a perfect musical.

from day one our
well executed
destiny
pulled on all the right
strings. you saw me
I welcomed you.
the call was answered.
we relaxed into the process
embracing each moment.

separation was also.
messages are hidden in the
oddest of places
so roads less traveled
are necessary too.
you were never far from my heart.
my thoughts were
being distracted by stuff.
our love, though,
had since experienced a perfect tune.

when reconnected the music just plays

the ocean ripples and waves and
you ride along with me.
your protective layer cautious
of my intention.
my spider web like
layer
scanning for signs of distrust.
my brain was wired
to check for holes
and pressure results.
aw the credence of science…

we are not a subject, though.
we are the object.
forever tuned
vibrationally.

Bless the poets of the past
who wrote all
without the applause
of ten thousand clicking mice

who poured out souls
on paper
in dimly lit rooms
... alone

who spoke the world
through rhyme and verse
to bless and curse
the meaning of it all

who first haunted your heart with words and lifted your spirit with prose
only for the sake of putting thoughts to the pen
           ...who made us out of 26 letters.

You only have peace
When you want nothing

You only have worries
When you want everything