There are times that I wish,
I hadn't been born.
Beneath the fake smiles,
I'm extremely forlorn.
When I'm in a crowd of people,
I feel like nobody can here me.
I've always clung to that ivory steeple.
Now, I am a lost soul not sure what to believe.
My body, a rotting shell, an empty sleeve.
Though my heart feels cold in these moments,
There is a sense of hope for the better days.
Love and it's presence,
Let me count the ways.
Even with the love I have,
Even with the love I feel,
In these moments, my heart isn't glad.
It feels cold like stone,
With a hardness to match.

Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.



Forgive me mother.

Search your heart.

You are my maker.

How great thou art.



When I try to say what matters,

and everything goes south,

the heat of the moment makes me stutter.

I lose control of my mouth.



When everything falls silent,

and I realize what's been said,

I no longer can repent.

Instead I'm filled with dread.



When I try to say what matters,

and instead I'm overwhelmed,

I ignore the endless chatter.

I now just want to be held.



Once it's all said and done,

those words weigh heavy on my mind.

I feel empty and numb,

and simply wish I had been kind.



Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.

I look into the eye of the man before me,
And see the soul of a man worth loving.
His irises twinkle as his hand reaches for mine.
As he smiles and makes me tremble,
sadness there is none to find.
I'm happy. I'm blissfully frozen.
Frozen in a moment in time
that seems to go on without end.
I am worthless. I have no dime.
Yet he looks at me,
and gives me all his time.
Is this obsession? Is this madness?
Nay, it is simply my heart
finding a soul worth loving.
And as this frozen moment continues,
I can tell he feels the same.
Should it last or should it fail,
in this moment it does not matter.
I'm in love and happy, and he is to blame.
Frozen in this moment, he is a god.
Frozen in this moment, I lay in awe.
Frozen in this moment, I find peace.

'Twas driven mad this day,
over something small.
Small I say,
But only seemingly so.
Like doors to the fray,
my feelings did flow.

Thine lips of Fate,
they kiss me fondly.
N'one shall know,
Tho they look at me oddly.

Shouldst I dine on thine maniacal stare,
my thoughts and feelings I bare.
and find mineself in evanescence
eternity passes with such sweet decadence.

Finding ourselves in this,
blissful garden of darkness,
My mind doth wander.

Far, Far above those crooked branches,
to a different place in the eon.
You sit at my side and make me whole.
Our child is beautiful,
calling my name.

Jumping on my knee she says with her lips,
"I want the raven."
Before I could reach for this "raven",
I awaken to your nudge and smile.

Gazing into your eyes,
Almost lost,
In the endless depths of your soul,
I recite a verse,
Of that I rehearsed,
Hoping it wouldst make us,
even more so amorous

"If I stay,
I mean,
If i might,
Thoust shouldst be my life."

You question my verse,
And tho you hesitate,
I continue with a simple voice.

"Please, my sweet ember.
Please, my true love.
Find it in your heart and soul,
that you love me,
and make me whole.
You are my One.
I love you."

And as I reach out,
I hold your hand in my palm.
Removing that which is concealed.
I give you my heart in a case,
hoping you give me this alms,
and allow us to meet in affectionate embrace.

Let the light find you,
and the dark find me.
Opposite stars,
in the skies we see.
Come to my call,
and fall with me.
Faith is unworthy,
and worthy are we.

You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.

You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.

You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.

You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.

All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.

[enter the punk]
Walking outside,
My nails in black,
My hair a mess,
And oh so sad.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they haze.

[enter the bohemian]
Walking outside,
My hair combed neat,
My headband on,
And Me Smoking my ****.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they judge me without compare.

[enter the muslim]
Walking outside,
My face concealed,
My body hidden,
And me heading to Mosque.
They stare,
They gaze,
They glare,
And they spit on my prayers.

[enter the free-thinker]
Walking outside,
My heart on my sleeve,
My opinion my own,
And my choices my own.
They stare,
I don't care.
The gaze,
I don't give them the time of day.
The glare,
I don't acknowledge that they are there.