The hardest puzzle,
The hardest of them all.
Is found in the heart,
The heart is what it's called.

A million choices to pick,
More then you can bare.
The hardest puzzle,
All I do is stare.

Every piece will fit,
But one will fit the best.
Hidden under a sea of pieces,
One is better then the rest.

So I keep trying,
To fit in these pieces.
But the waves will affect the ocean,
Only when I find her will there be a chance of end of the teases.

I can't seem to understand,
The human's mind and it's demands.
How some can block everything out,
Put on their blinders and remove all doubt.

She doesn't seem to get it,
The pain which she imbedded.
Suffering thrown around,
Blanketed by her words, her sounds.

Wasn't I who suffered the blow,
But two good friends I've come to know.
Cheated, betrayed, hurt, ignored,
Left them both hanging when she got bored.  

She didn't think it through,
Kept changing her mind about who is that "you".
The one, the only, the star of the show,
The front man of the circus who makes all the dough.

She doesn't know the crime that she committed,
Blinders on, the truth is hidden.
Just out of view, although it's still there,
Her fans left the crowd which was news she just couldn't bare.

Watching men defeat each other,
Like it's our own little Colosseum.
People pay to be up close,
To be with the winning team as they boast.

The women stand at the side,
Cheering for front line tide.
They will crash with the other team's wave,
Split the difference bets are made.

Body on body they battle each other,
Do they even know one and another?
Or do they just follow the coach's words,
"Push forward boys, make them hurl."

Game after game,
They do the same thing.
Win or lose,
They still get paid.

Paid the big bucks to put on a show,
Commercials roll on before you know.
Get you to buy, get you to watch,
Buy this ****** like Miss March.

Forty-Sixth battle same as all before.
Crowds will still cheer, the cheerleaders are all ******.
Losers will *****, and the Referee always *****.
These mindless men get paid the big bucks.

Tasted blood again today,
Though today the taste was different,
Saw it before but this time was liquid.

Warm the blood was but to my delight,
It tasted like fruit punch.
Others stared in fright.

Cut on thin steel the blood came out,
Rushed from my finger,
Rose up like a spout.

But this High-C,
Will spread disease,
If anyone drinks it but me.

Ya it's twisted,
I know.
But I had to share this since you all missed it.

"Come home."
Home?
The home where I once lived?
Where the days were good though the nights were bad,
And dawn and dusk were equally sad?
Home?
Was I loved there or just a regent on rent,
Who only over stayed his welcome due to the owner's consent?  
Home?
Where the heart lies is home.
But what if the heart goes where no one knows?
Is the heart still at home?
Or will it come back after show?
She cries, "Come home!"
Though I ran off,
With my tux in a loincloth.
Abandoning the warm soup with it's cold broth.
But leaving there infected by her cough.
I coughed the whole way to the motel.

I seek a place to stay,
Where my heart can play.
Escaping the deadly rays,
That shoot for me everyday.

Won't you come laugh with me?
For a little, or maybe an eternity?
Let's see what we can be,
Just open up my eyes so I may see.

I want someone new,
Or perhaps a re-new.
Of someone I can't say I knew,
From that eventful afternoon.

Maybe a new face,
Unknown to my disgrace,
Of running away from that place,
But better to escape then to die suffocating slowly trapped in space.

Someone,
Please,
Appease,
Me.

Must find her.

The challenge was issued,
You thought I would lose.
Well I tell you what babe,
This will make the news.

I had enough with the sadness,
And the madness too.
So pick up your phone!
Because I am leaving you.

Can't believe it came to this,
What have we become?
Why keep pushing me away,
Why are you so numb?

I didn't want to do this,
But you think that's a lie!
Why did I leave you?
SO I COULD BE ALIVE.