This journey has been one for the books
a bookcase full of short stories
a story I never saw myself play a role in
Love is still apart of every paragraph
whether it be good or bad
a speed bump in the road
I move slow and easy
the thought still lingers in my mind ,
what does it all signify?
I should just appreciate the drive home.
windows down, favorite song
Mind is clear and at ease
…

Like Jekyll and Hyde, there are two that reside inside.
I've become so self aware.
Can too much knowledge of thyself lead to destruction?

Like Jekel and Hyde, my curiosity grows everyday.
Who plays the role of my negative doings?
Situations I would never put myself in if my consciousness was crystal.
Words I would never say if I supposedly love the human I am screaming at.

"supposedly love". I do love that human being I'm screaming at. She helps me recognize when my darkness has taken over. She calms me. She loves me too. And suddenly my darkness fades, I fall to my knees, and embrace love.

She was the moon to me
Apart of the Daily routine
A thing of beauty
Wears the cratored scars of her past and puts them on display
But does it with the grace that's usually described with a floor length silk dress
She had her phases
Most noted and complimented was when she was full
But my favorite when she was waning crescent ready to be new
She was the moon to me
Something I couldn't keep
And something I couldn't keep my eyes off of

Life may really be just a dream
But these feelings are more than real
My aches and pains are screaming out words I would never say
We pushed away love for hate
Baby lets drop our egos and become one
When I wake in another life, I want to see you there
Two strangers in a whole new world
Our love impeccable; true to the soul
Remember me?
Feel my energy & let my eyes lure you in
Take my hand..be mine again