A saw a man at 3am,
Walked like water.
Talked to me in dead silence.
No sound from an angel in disguise.
He came as a man from an abandoned church.
Looked at me with graceful troubled eyes.
I saw a man in disguise.
I saw the water he walked on.
Tinted blue, or maybe that was my eyes.
Maybe I just saw my reflection in his eyes.
Was he real. I can't justify.
My heart tells me I've been blessed from behind.  
He was a priest. We shared a stog. It was magically depressing and I know you know why.
This is no time for a curious soul to be searching for truth in a city that is a mine.
I find gold in the snoring bush where another angel lies.
A saw an angel in disguise.

Give me your thoughts, i'll give you mine. As far as the heart goes, that'll come with time.

No one ever said that you would live to see the repercussions of everything you do,
or that you are not obliged to wander in the dark,
or that everything will be proved to you and neatly verified like something in science.
Nothing is:
at least nothing that is worthwhile.
You aren't here to move across sure ground. The most powerful endeavors are not within our control or understanding.
If you won't take a chance, then the powers you refuse because you cannot explain them, will blind you.

If you are insecure you surround yourself with fake friends,
If you're broke you flaunt your cash
If you're depressed you pretend to be extra happy

Whatever a person tells you about themselves seems to be their weak spot
For you really shouldn't talk about yourself.

Blunt and Simple. Raw and Real.
making ripples far from the appeal,
crashing on the rocks knowing your resilient nature by heart.
feeling the wind that drew you apart. the birds sing the melody of your thoughts
but cannot keep you in touch with the one who has been with you since the start.
he’s a feeling you sought because you knew he could not rot.
now you water him inside, by looking up at a million little dots.

I wish to close the hole is my mind
It's the place where you use to unwind
I shall resign for the fantasy is no longer benign

I want nothing to come to fill this void
Only the strength to break free from your side

Seasons change but patterns don't
As my life goes, new homes are shown

A new storm to destroy me
A higher age to exploit me

Maybe then I will understand the depths of loving a man

Till then I walk with a ghost holding my hand

I want to be the one to make the world seen in ways people can't dream.
My cigarettes create patience that I can't inseam in my bloodstream.
Feelings so deep that make me want to be unseen.
Hope is held onto by a loose string.
You and me is now a deep ting.
Like a metronome my heart beats but I crank that ******* **** to the extreme.
Visceral dreams that only god can release.
Make people dream he tells me...
All I want to do is die in his frequency.

His body is my bread,
his blood is my wine,
I quit going to church when I realized he could be mine.
Our love is a shrine,
we no longer have to coast on a dime because we've synchronized over time.
Distance is the crime,
stealing the ethereal moments we try to seize in our minds.
Real or unreal,
we won't let go of something that possesses value that can't be defined.  
We try to uncover with rhymes while only getting deeper in the beauty of lost time.

Kind words are spoken when my heart is hurting
My lips have a curtain when I don't want to be a token
Silence pervades when the world is draining my waves
at that time I draw the line
to find a connection is to look for protection  
the people you meet will be intersections
walk down their path or bring them along

after every breath you will know you belong.

Washed face, tired eyes.
The only thing I'm proud of is my sensual disguise,
I don't want you, i don't want your demise,
I want to **** your blood till I feel alive,
I don't get why people would want an entity so not benign,
I'll nurture the **** out you ill make you feel divine,
But all you'll be left with is a soul, tortured in rhymes that can't distinguish between, want, need and having a loss of what's mine,
Nothing in me, everything around me lets me be succulent in your eyes
or maybe all I have is pride,
keeping me away from what could be mine.

The real world is dying and no one understands why,
maybe because we are raised by the internet,
inspired by illusions,
focused on filters,
and think hollywood is the sky.

No time to look each other in the eye and talk about your perspective on life,

you only know how much they loved you when you die
#RIP

These emotional zones are breaking my bones,
Take me alone,
I'm not strong enough to deal with the feelings on my own,
I’m feeding them to my demons at home,
Leave me alone i’m all in my zone,
I'm making my poems.
Stress is something I bring to life,
when focusing on something that is not meant to be alright,
You and I don’t need to be in each others mix,
each others fixation of ****** determination
it has become a mental twist.  
You surrender and I make you bleed,
you walk away, I say baby I’m fine being on my knees,
You hate how i'm a *******,
In love with the pain of the game.  
Can’t get to me because I’ve ****** up my sanity,
now you say i'm just danger,
but babe I secretly crave your love
but pride has got me making love

unlock my portal
once you do
I'll be forever true
don't doubt the love I have for you
recognize the courage I lack to let you see through.

inside out?
there’s too many reasons to get help
right side up?
you’re probably stuck in a rut
walking straight ?
you need to contemplate
falling over?
find yourself a shoulder
stuck in your mind?
don’t be afraid to find ones your kind
alone and awake?
you better meditate
feeling lost?
create your own value of cost
wanting to be alive?
dive into the night sky
is it magic or is it a lie?
create susceptible eyes

Stripped of life, feeling trite, but no one to realize my need to dull this internal knife.  
Eternal intoxication keeps me feeling far from alright but thats better than a bleak night.
At least I get drunk off anxiety, high off my mind, I get to see stars when I realize i’m a rare kind. My heart is the only remedy, it pulsates aged wine.
One day i'll learn to be fine with accepting this molecular creation that won't mature over time.
Just become more complex...only depending on reason and rhyme to continue down this labyrinth of a life line.

You are addicted to your own sadness,
only speaking upon your hardships so you can feel something again.

you latch onto the pure ones in hope of being found,
but once you've been corrupted there's no turning around,

So be gentle with the innocent ones left,
for they can remind you of what life was before you wept.