Masked by beauty
Scarred by grace
Painfully waiting
My love, my place
Is this the best
Of
Life's
Taste?

our thoughts are the ribbons
wrapped around the words like a bow
like a present of misgiving
that only the giving could bestow
it's hard to live with the living
when we die with what we know
it's the wit of the unwitting
it's the only gift we show

I love her that's so insane
I love a woman with an amazing name
She thinks that I left was mearly a game
I really did love her to an extent she will never know from where it came
I gave her my heart my soul but to her it was all the same
I eat and drink and wake up every morning to the sound of her name
I want to hear that voice that disrupted my bones frame
You burnt my heart into flames
You caused me an unhealing maim
I still love you despite all the hurt and pain
Loving you and treating you like a queen is my aim

All the experiences
from life's coffers
I'm willing to take

To commit into text
with deliberate romanticism

My brand of unspoken poetry
with sense
only I can make

To rebut
my mind's
skeptic cynicism

when all of the home, or underneath
the bed, or even throne of dream
  all lay with life of felled bodies,

         — lest I feel forever the joy
              of the fall,

when all scrumptious light bend in
incorrigible water, strangeness pursues
all dark;

    soft, soft,
soft, encircling in cage
   the soft,
soft, aloft hills and dead pools
  of sweat
soft and supple      skin
  raged thud of fragmented name
on walling up lips

        love is man and man's prison sees
to it all silence when everything is set free
and we have no use for them anymore,
    
     imprisoning us, the love–

Powerful Oaks nurture glistening orbs , curtain call of the Muses ,  prequel of effervescent , diurnal joy amongst their brethren with abundant ****** melodies ! The Angels of Harmony , melodist of Zion , proclaim from the East ! The woodland duet , song of Brown Thrasher and Chickadee , the acoustical miracles of the Heavenly host , brilliant a cappella voices with thunderous volume , first chair instrumentalist within the symphony of Dawn

You look for ways to make the world a better place
Join activist groups thinking that will make a change
Talking about starting a revolution for future generations
And yet you miss the simple pleasures in life
You let life pass you by.
The moments that give you joy and peace are tossed to the side
How ironic that you seek freedom and yet you cage yourself in
Afraid to love and let her in
Afraid to be the person you are when you are with her
You say that you’re messed up, I’ve got some news for you, all of us are
But we don’t blame life for the decisions we make and we don’t cower and hide when opportunities arise
You think you’re living by rejecting love
But you’re so far in over your head there is no room for the growth or change
You speak of living life to the fullest, yet you’re stuck behind bars
People look at you and think you’re so tall, flying above it all
But when I look at you I realize you’re an original trying to be a copy
I watched and was amazed at how you made people feel
It felt real, it felt good, it felt like a win
In this life a win can take you on so many highs
But careful when flying and enjoying the ride
Because it might be a high that you experience but you’re actually going down
Take the blue pill, experience the thrill
Take the red one and be one of masses that go through life without ever knowing how to awaken and see the strife
Take a chance and risk tomorrow
Take a chance it might make you lose all the sorrow
Whatever you do, make the right choice for you, because YOU are all you’ll ever have
And YOU are all the world needs to change
It starts by taking it one step at a time and realizing that growth is the answer.