The sea is resting now
after a long day
gnawing at the edge
churning in deep hollows
ever so slowly eroding
this peaceful coast

Sand is the issue
of this marriage
sea and sky
combining to
make the land large
in its retreat

A handful of sand
to the winds
my life
to these tides

Through the blue tone
Of my deadened layers
The life leaked so simply
Disappearing into the pool of
Emptiness and rage
Into the eyes
That knew no gratitude
The bottomless fall into
Meaninglessness
And yet through the lucidity of this phantasy
Faith persisted to survive
Uncomprehancibly
Unverbalized
The sound of a dead crow
Prophesizing there is more
Than mind can comprehend
Worlds yet to be discovered
Inspirations and souls to be awakened

Slowly all the questions

Turn into lingering reflections ;

And all the petty and the worthless

Have become the most precious .

     and , "This we do in remembrance ,"
              "Lest we forget ,"
              "Takes place in eternity ,"
     are but not as dramatic :

. . . . . . . . . only greater . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . .The acorn than the tree . . . . . .

Accept these seconds for what they are ,
       (Sunlight filtering through the
        grates of life deep into the soul's eye)

Trying to put the words where they belong
I have been writing all so long
A Poet writes what they feel
It could be one’s reality for real
A Poet can write hours after hours
But when a Poet reads what they wrote, it doesn’t sound like the inspiration being spoke
A Poet writes more
But the mind states, there’s more to explore
The night can turn Midnight
It’s those very hours the Poet should be a sleep
But it’s the Poet’s inner emotion soul he wants to keep
Sweat pouring down with a tomorrow that has already came
What have I written?
Is it something forbidden?
I am surrounded by sentences feeling like a gate
But being a Poet, can I relate?
Shadows of me
Darkness no one can see
A Poet doesn’t need a name
It’s a write with an idea that came
Some say, a Poet is nothing more than a game
A Poet writes what’s in their head
Yet sometimes people feel misled
Only a Poet knows when they are a Poet
It’s the confidence to show it
It doesn’t matter if people don’t understand
A Poet will always be in demand
The Poet has the passcode, and it is called “Unload”.

if you are what you eat
then i am just
a stale slice of bread
atop of glass of water
half eaten but half alive
waiting patiently
for my turn to be consumed

if you are what you eat
then i am simply this

but sometimes i feel
as strong as the glass that holds the water

The bending light of love.
Snell's law tells me light comes from two.
But I see many more. Many who love, many who live. Life is so beautiful, the highs and lows that churn and mold a beautiful soul. The pureness of you all, your beauty and grace. I love you all. Every man and woman, boy and girl. You are all special. You have God in you, you have God with you.
My loved ones guide me to the top of my dreams. They deserve so much. More than I can give them. So I ask for the one above to do what he can.

I feel like I'm alone,
Lost in this world,
Without no where to go.
Sometimes,
I'm like,
Forget this world.
I'm gone.

How can I have,
My friends and family around,
Yet  feel so cold,
Still have this hole.
I feel so lost.

Oh Lord save me.
These lonely nights,
Are making me hate me.
Didn't you say you,
Made me.
Changed me.
Saved me.
Lord don't forsake me.

My heart's telling me,
You got me.
But my mind feels,
Like you don't want me.
I feel so lost.
But in God, I trust.
Lord save me.

Last Day
Its your last day, our last stay.
Why you not awake,
Open your eyes for me
And lets pray.
This was not a mistake
How we met on that day
In that same place.
Me and you together, thats what they say.

So, please wake and,
Wait till we both hit the hay.
Cause watching you fall asleep,
Is causing me so much pain.
Were in the same space, same place.
Open your eyes for me,
So we can play our last game,
talk this last talk and
End my pain.

Please don't leave me.
Don't you free me.
Cause you need me,
To guide you through this.
I can feel your pain.
At ease without you being awake
I understand its your last day.
Better to have your eyes closed,
To ensure we don't make no mistake.

I will pray,
Guide you through this,
To those forgotten gates,
On the other side
I will stay.
I will ensure your body remains at our place.
I will not forget you
I promise, I have that faith.

I am trying to let go
But my thoughts only burrow
Digging deeper and deeper
Bringing me to places
I no longer want to go

I am fighting to let go
Each push I make is slow
Languid and shallow
Blow does the wind blow
I feel like I'm sinking low

I am hoping to let go
To and fro, to and fro
My thoughts and actions go
Back and forth but oh
Hope is a blessing and a bane
On this path I cannot remain

I am letting go
Goodbye to what I know
I'll try my hardest to grow.
The yoke is round my neck
But I shall move the plough
I can take it nice, I will take it slow