I sit here alone and think,
what a dangerous thing to do.

Does Eros smile down on us when he see's our interaction?
Does Cupid notch an arrow when he see's we're in pain?
And Venus, does she boast when a couple marry?
Are there Gods looking down on us controlling our love?

Not a day goes by when I don't yearn to hear your voice.
I sit there by the phone waiting for you to call but it never happens.
I miss you, why don't you miss me?
Why do you break my heart?
All I want is to hear the choir of angels that is your voice.

You lay here beside me, I'm warm in your embrace.
We talk of our future and discuss poetry.
You look into my eyes and declare your love for me.
You kiss me softly, and then I wake up. Alone.

We all play the game each day.
And that's all it is, a game.
Our lives dependant on a dice roll.
Or is it predetermined?
Will we ever know?
Luck or fate?

I rise from the ground on a rare day of peace.
I sigh as I see the world around me.
Destruction at every path.
I see what this world has become and sink back down into my grave.
I sink below where peace is maintained.

Dear God above I beg of thee to reveal yourself.
Dear God below I beg you to make your presence known.
Dear King of Olympus cast down your thunderbolt.
Dear Xenu will you show us if Hubbard was right?
Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster I'd even accept you.

I can see no evidence for a God, but I beg to.

Freddy said he wanted to break free.
Until recently I couldnt see
why he couldnt.
He wanted to be himself, the man was inside.
Alas society wouldn't let him. Until he died.
A tragic death, so early in his life but his death let us see
that nobody should ever not be free.

You will not keep me down.
You will not prevent me from reaching my goals.
You will not tell me what to do with my body.
You will not tell me who to love.
As Henley wrote, I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
So listen when I tell you that I am me and I'll do what makes me happy.
I am not irresponsible for pursuing happiness.
So you can just leave me alone.

I long to feel your lips on mine,
I beg to feel your warm embrace.
I desire to sleep next to you at night,
I crave your gaze.

I hunger for the attention of your soul,
to be the one you see and love.
I only wish you catch  on to my words,
I only wish you could read what I write.

Oh how I long for the rose tinted glasses, the atrocities I've seen.
Men killing each other over money,
Children being slaughtered for their religion.
Widows starving on the streets.

Oh how I long to see some good in this world, how I wish to blind of the constant evil around me. How I wish to be at peace.

His eyes pools of blue, his hair mousy and soft.
His lips as luxurious as a breeze on a hot day.
His words pierce me like cupid's arrows, his gaze as stunning as Medusa.
I feel this for him yet I'm just a friend, my soul sings like the caged bird.