i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.

continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty

wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious

gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images

alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream

Lamps beside ourselves
Light at night past twelve
Allowing spoken word
To be felt then heard
No matter the cause
Nor the time to pause
Our thoughts cease
For our heart to release
Contemplation through the hour
Concerns begin to tower
Through our rest to attest To confide and then access
Question your meaning
Why you speak by leaning
Taking your drain to rain
That what we lack we attain
Instances of guidance upon decadence through internal persistence
Training of the mind it is not, but rather caring for deliverance

There is complexity in the heart
Despite even the matters that soon depart
Where it is blind, there is lightened distress
Dear fallen dove, what hath you thought and digress
Hypocrisy to judge, for empty I am as well
Even with waters that shield have divided as well
Backs turned, thinking clearly you suppose your not well
Even to ears familiar you have fears; very well
Camaraderie binds the past but how much more shall it last
With hatchets above grounds of varying cast
There is nothing, silences perhaps
Sadly why I comprehend, sad why I cannot share your joy
Sad that you’re blinded merely by only mishaps
Of the anchors of distracted affections; humanities ploy

Water take no cleansing action to his detention
That has felt no remorse for the notion of vindication

Foolish mentality, child without maturity
Lead by impulse, and lulled by a narcissist

Sitting there like gravity has given you control
Ignorant individual entrapped with your own soul

Take one moment, talk, not to her but for her
Exactly what was your discourse, are you her

Did you act on juvenile inclination or fortification  
Subconsciously lost to wicked temptation

Sincerely do you have a mental hindrance
I’m subjecting to name-calling because of this dance

Who are you following what are you allowing
Your letting the past mold your thinking

Don’t get defensive you made the offensive
Your know the history, yet you let lust be submissive

“Go back” that is what you lack, the thought to review
And guide your way through and accept you’re flawed

Token and sixty-five in my palm, unsure of my departure
And how to arrive into the window’s light clearing my iris’s aperture
Here I stand thinking of a great deal
Upon what has happened this week and how I feel
Sitting here on this coach for an hour
With the same constants on my mind from before
Praise and grace upon this afternoon weather
Though humble my mind maybe no longer
Upon this seat feeling perturb
I glance at the passing buildings and each street’s curb
Rather questioning my place in Philadelphia
Sadly taking the past and thinking like a pariah
Melodies flood my mind, as the flashing rings shined
Shuttering lenses remain my view as I began to unwind
But from the morning of this Sunday all I thought was that of one
Withdrawn, as I stride from a second gone

God sent spirit
Born out of love
Place by fate
o understand the whole
Lonely though
But a phoenix among his friends
Inquisitive, mature, wise
One’s defined assets in the end
Put through all but small scrapes show
However what makes them deep are
His ability to endowed realizations from a far:
Though eventual our life here is made and taken
The true gift of life is to be mindful that we can be mistaken
And that arrogance and ignorance are the downfall of the best of us.
We are only human in a world that is superficial to the eyes that god gave us.

What is it about the matters of the heart
Why do we choose to forget and depart
This trend that embarks upon stillness
Longing waiting knowing without witness
The condition of intertwined thought with paper
Recall the nature of pretend, but your mind is on her
When nights with friends, are absent because she’s not there
Why do you think, stressed by the day then a smile
Fills the mind, lifting spirits like the day was worthwhile
But polarities that are involved Have no place for the working mind to solve
While no passionate artist can paint
The equivalent happens to Christian saints
The sacrifice, of the soul’s trinity
Understanding only by divinity