Why did you tell me
That everything was great?
Why did you tell me
That it was the perfect date?
Why did you look at me
With care and joy?
Why did you see
That I was a great boy?
Why did you ask me
Never to leave?
Why did I ask you
To do the same for me?
Why did you show me
The beautiful you inside?
Why did you then
Run off and hide?
Why did I think
I was one swell guy?
Why did you
Tell me the same and lie?
Why did you end it
Saying I had issues?
Why did I even still
Long to kiss you?
Why did you tell me
You thought we could be friends?
Why did I believe you
And try and make amends?
Why do you avoid me
And tell me we should wait?
Why do I still care
And think it’s not too late?
Why do I still think
There’s something I did wrong?
Why is it still
For you that I long?
Why is it now
We don't even speak?
What is it about me
That you find weak?
I guess I have some issues
That give you some concern,
But I hope that we can works things out
And become close again in turn.
I know that we were us
For only two short weeks
But I still cared for you
And thought you very sweet.
But oh well I say
I have my box of tissues
I doubt you will write back
I guess I still have issues

When beauty finds thee
Trapped in toiled imagination
the stars do shine more brilliant than any man hath beheld
But when beauty declines
A hole opens
And leaves thee gasping evermore
When thy to God do pray, to help thee find a way
Beauty beckons thee the very next day
Thy soul doth leap in joyous song
And thy heart does play along
But when thou doest, a revelation doth occur:
Happiness is never pure.
Even when upon the world thou sits,
Beauty may free thy mind.
Or tear at thy sight, make thee blind.
When beauty’s not but a wish,
Thou knowest nothing compares.
The worlds jealousy common shares.
When beauty plays a seductive dance,
A lustful art known by chance.
And every moment spent in beauty's grace
Leaves thee trapped in beauty's love.
The pleasure pain rest not only in thy chest
But in thine eye.
Thine nose.
Thine hand.
Thine skin.
Thine lips.
And beauty's touch is needed more
Then oxygen or water.
Thou wantest to bathe in beauty's touch
With bated breath.
Touch it.
Hold it.
But thou finds thyself blocked by a mountain made of glass.
This mountain is taller than thou could ever hope to climb,
Wider than thou ever hope to pass.
What of this?
Is thou free to climb,
Knowing full well thou will never see an end?
Or dost thou choose to walk,
Hope that a day will pass when mountains end and beauties begin do meet,
Ready to be wrapped in a loves embrace?
Or does thou journey elsewhere?
Scour the earth in a futile attempt to find something else
That can compare to a summers day?
To what dost thou owe beauty?
Nothing at all.
Even still, beauty is worth times sacrifice.
So I say, thou work hard.
Build thyself a stepping stone.
Fight for beauty and one day beauty shall be found.
Though the roads travel is like a window into time,
Endless, infinite, full of memories and regrets.
Still, journey on.
Never lose sight of beauty.
For win or loss, time is time well spent,
Chasing after an aureate phoenix.

Are you with me?
Endless nights of sleeplessness,
My mind wanders over your body.
Not in the sense of the stereotypical
But rather in a sense of closeness.
I sit tonight and pray,
Pray for a happy heart.
The feelings I bear for you
Will not be compromised by a past.

Are you with me?
The Sadness in my soul
Is ever lingering,
Ever with me.
Like my hair
You find so humorous,
The scars of my heart
Can only be hidden for so long.

Are you with me?
There is a summer rain sprinkling
Over an ocean as vast as time.
I would gladly give it to you,
But you must be ready.
Like the sea,
My ocean can be fierce.
It can rage and storm,
But it harbors life and beauty.
You are my moon,
A gravitational force
That pulls my ocean towards you,
Controlling it's tides.

Are you with me?
Like the Physics
You so diligently work,
I too require diligence.
I care nothing of
The attributes you find flaws in.
To me, those are “flaws” to be
Touched,
Kissed,
Caressed,
And held.
What I do care for,
Are your thoughts,
And your soul.
To me, those are to be
Loved,
Cherished,
Nourished,
And Exalted.

Are you with me?
Contrary to popular belief,
I am no reader of minds.
I must be told about your thoughts.
Do not take your mind lightly,
For it is a beautiful thing.
I long to know what passes through it.

Are you with me?
Diligence means being
Unconditional and unrestricted.
Speak your thoughts openly and honestly,
That is the only thing I ask of you.
I desire to make the world yours.
To take care of you
and be with you,
But only in exchange
For your freedom of self.

Are you with me?

Dark Days above
The Wind blowing through the trees,
playful amongst the leaves.
Murmurs of a distant train,
calling the song
of the old highway west,
Singing, Singing
The West is the Best.

The smoke fills the air,
shuffling feet everywhere.
That precious death
pouring in with every breath.
The Cancer that holds you
oh the self destruction
that calls you

A whisper is heard through the air
Unclear words for one so near.
Oh that pure melody
in a world filled with despair.
Oh that innocent voice
fills the air.

It floats and swirls,
singing of super heroes,
of imagined lands,
of love,
of ma and pa,
But the pain behind the song.
“Why can't my parents get along?”
But no one listens.
No one hears the voice
That beautiful melodic voice.
The Child's Melody.
It cuts me like a knife.
Seeps into my very being.

Are you so blind?
Life from life you can't ignore,
but you're doing a **** good job.
A miracle of this world,
he deserves so much more.

Why will no one listen?
Listen, LISTEN to this child's song!
He won't be for very long,
love him while he's so.
This worlds melancholy
Hasn't reached his heart.
LISTEN and rejoice!
Listen, listen listen to
The Child's Melody.