If God is the man
that gave me a smile,
and Mary is the moon
that watches over awhile-

then why did the angels
just float past,
wandering away
without a path-

So I pray, and I pray
for a God who will wait-
who will give me the time
for my chance to survive,

or hang on that cross,
and carry each sin-
as if my young heart,
was rotten within.  

I do not need man to tell me the truth
as if it was not man-
who stole my youth.

Leave me with hope.
and the pain of the past-
for I am not yours
to forgive anymore.

I was a poet, beyond all else
so when my body goes
and the pages wait  
know that this song
means more than the sun  
with every sentence
tied to the pain of this world

I was a poet, before I had met you
when the soften glow of
the morning light, flooded my mind
the poems would write themselves
each line shining brighter
then the next
so take my flaws
and sit with my faults
because I,
was a poet, before I was myself.

9:38 am
the light shine through my window
and my eyes open,
the room fills with regret
along with the warmth from the sun
I am tired,
but when am I not.
12:58 pm
it is cold outside
and not like usual,
not as it was the morning you left my bed.
I am changing-
but then again, when am I not
3:23pm
I am tired.
I am alway tired.
7:47pm
I wondered if going outside would fix the dreadful experience of being alive.
I am condition to want comfort
the conditions of something, somewhere else-
that I cannot control
10:04pm
I wish that sun was up.
I am scared,
but when was I not.

I see her by the shore,
Looking into the sky.
Pure to the core,
As evening drifts by.

Her thoughts, like the water,
Calm until it's time,
A dream she could not alter,
Held within her mind.

I watch her as she stays,
Admiring her silent grace.
Lost in her mystic ways,
I find no hiding place.

She beckons for my hand,
As I stumble to her feet.
I almost could not stand,
Her heart a quiet beat.

She wore a love for souls,
But held it like a weight.
A mind both sharp and scared,
Waiting for its fate.

Her beauty ran beyond the sea,
With the words she spoke none.
In silence, as she fled to leave,
A love l'd just begun.

I saw her by the shore,
She looked into the sky.
She was pure to the core,
Now that evening drifted by.

Tell me,
when does red become pink
or as night becomes day
how anger becomes sorrow
that takes my faith away.
Tell me,  
why the world has color
for it has no need
because what you see is black and white
as shades of pain mislead
Tell me,
how the sky is blue
and why the oceans match
as if they were lovers
that never got attached
Tell me,
what the birds are singing
as if you hear it too  
I want to know their song  
so I can sing to you  
Tell me,
what is above
and not just the sun
but the light of hope
to put down the gun.

You would be September,
and I will be May.
And somewhere in the middle,
we'd meet along the way.

As if I am a stranger
passing you by
gazing through your
blue tinted eyes

I could be your secret
and you will be my muse.
Writing how the seasons will end,
until the cold comes through.

So you will just be September,
and nothing more,
and I will be May
with the hopes it's like before.

You are stepping on my toes,
as if we did not perfect this dance.
When I move back, you follow
if I let you get the chance.

Who would take the lead,
when you missed your fate?
I took you by a whirl
as you turned towards the bait.

I taught you how to Waltz
now do it on your own
just do not miss that beat
before we're left as bones

I think of ballrooms
filled with dancing pairs,
only one left alone  
for their own despair.