I envy the cigarettes that kiss you goodnight,
And the fine white lines that make you feel alright.
I’m jealous of the whiskey that brings warmth to your skin,
And of your one off companions; tangled limbs in linens.
You tell me you’re prisoner to your fire within,
that you’re being tortured alive from your self inflicted sin.
You’re broken and bruised and turn to your vices
and build up a shelter in your self made crisis
And tell me it’s better that I walk away...
But my drug is you... and I have to stay.

The waterless sea
Gurgles furtively, lowly,
And the birds see

I get relief in the house of God
Or in your arms!

It is a fascinating sight
When a man helps
A blind man
Cross the road
After halting his car

Even in tough times
A strong mind wins
Because he knows
To flow against the cuurent

Without courage
Man is a bird without wings

The man who controls his anger
Shows his inner strength
And capability
To turn his anger
Into a in-his-favour-situation

**** what hinders your goodness

Surely,
You're brave to save yourself from evil

Face purple from choking
Slap away helping hands
To afraid to open
Emotions rusted
From the lack of being used
Lips once a healthy brown
Now turned blue
To late to change
Pain is like glue
Once dried and settled
It’s hard to remove
And I’m stuck
Unable to move
To think I’ll be fine one day
Hard to believe
Holding my breath for so long
I can’t breathe