I propose every pre-existing value to myself, and I embody it.
I surge every thought towards it, I commit every diasporic cell to it.
I cradle, and I brood and dwell on it for years, until I can find no other reality to contest it.
I become narrow and hollow. I hiss at every attempt to eclipse my flaring sun of reality.
I become The Bitter Man. I will love nothing more than to project my bitterness unto others until I am alone; Manifest Destiny.
Until I fully epitomize the number 1, I will not relent.
I will churn myself into powder over thousands of miles of burnt asphalt and sips of coffee until I sit beneath chrysalis skies, in gravel ditches not inspired to even look up.
Sit up, sight & repeat.
I will continue on this wheel of values until every value is impotent
*And total freedom will ensue.

Roses are sprouting
The violets in bloom
The rain is falling hard
Just like I am for you

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.

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

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.

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.

I remember sweet
Cotton candy moments,
But the taste of bitter
Coffee made me forget.
It’s been 5 months,
And I told myself you will be
Forgotten,
I promised myself you would.
But I still keep your
Picture in my wallet,
And use it to mark
The book you bought.