Dear chaos heart
Die on the edge of my orderly blade
And bleed out your malevolence
Forever depart

If you need me
I’ll be floating
Awash in a puddle of memory
Unaware in a sea of opportunity

I stroll among the tiny torches
The little flares of yellow light
With the red lights gleaming overhead

Would you climb over me into this good night?

Into the stars amidst the starlight
My feet attached to these sturdy knees
Atop the earth

And I, regretting not that I am alive
But that I cannot reach beyond the sky
With these warming fingers

For though I am a similar light
Within this world
My life is as short and sweet
As the dew which seeps through this good night

How I feel no fear initially
No need to run nor attempt to hide
From the dimly lit trees beneath the moon

For the torches in the summertime
Have always guided this heart of mine
Into the arms of the beloved

The one who is without fault
And who is all of the dawn

For he is everything devoid of fear
He is the opposite
Like the true perception behind time

How to let old habits die?
To let the quiet stillness of the mind be
To be content
To be accepted
To be both the present and the virtue
How do you let old habits die?
The trick is
To let life breathe

Seeing he
with you together
The similarities
do not perplex
So much absolve
Me of the truth
That at least in together
you’re with someone
like me
Maybe
a little bit

Choose WHAT the you of yous thinks you wants
Though you will not want it all the time
On the contrary
The goal will be not to be set free from yourself
But to not question the IF within your mind

I refuse to not try
Let alone die
For the life I could potentially lead
Therefore you see
That I must try
And thay there is no in between

No youthful regrets beset
None of that stuff shines to last
I do not, will not
Look back through closed windows without seats of cushioned green, no
A neck is facing forward for a personal fast
And I for the hunger next of dawn
Will taste all that the future holds
Nothing
Will turn
Me back

Found is no more where I am
No less than before the thought

In us there is this lie of nothing
Yet in something I find myself more lost

Remeber then and in being between true
The realization of what could be

Directionally guided are we when
Left is right, up is down, and I am you

The crush of shells beneath warm feet
The whirr of petals above the September streets
The cooling feeling of evenings alive
The Moon over Atlantic eye
The hint of lingering sand everywhere
The smell of wicker seats in the morning air
And the scent of steaming shrimp to eat
Mouthwatering dreams and memories
And everything bread mixed by the sea
How these fragrances linger here in my everywhere
And make me want to be we again
With you in this place, still there

I've been having this dream
These visions of lovers in each others arms
One always looking down lovingly on the other

Wrapped up in a world known only to them
To escape the old days which are fading away
Looking outwardly in

Some of which, are located at the place where old memories begin
But only one side can see
The exact detail of such fond memories

For to sleep in the arms of another companion
Is to forget that they
May have been wide awake

And to hold with these
Be it both sets of arms
Two lovers it takes from each in part

My eyes are weary
My mind is wide
And open to you

Would you take my head within your hands?
And set me back?
Pulling the pain from behind my eyes?

Would you be the pressure
My temples need most desperately
For a moment's peace?

Because no one else has struck a chord
As equally
As caring as me

Drink love with me
In wine with me
Unwind with me
As we dance around my living room
Where the only the only two people who matter
Can see

Building sand castles which you will never see
Until reclaimed by the waves
Though under your feet I'll never be
No
Just as all of the sea shells have long since flown
To be remembered by only their empty crustaceans
So also will every memory be
Forever rolling over itself
Crashing down all around anothers name
And this change of tide is alright with me
Very much so
Very much where the sand meets the sea

Puzzle me
Piece me
Try and place me
As you may
In a more human light
A more natural way

But you cannot
Just as I cannot

Tip over a pawn
Without gravitas
Without leverage
Without a certain sway  
Puzzle over as you must
To piece another way

Though storms rise on tempered seas
They stir the sand to glass
The oyster pearls
The time to pass

Scars are always
Far more practical than
Found out never and nearly
As romantic or poignant
As initally portrayed

I am steam from the kettle
I am the smoke from the pipe
I am the wisp upon the willow limbs
The stillness in the dead of night
The steel upon the tracks which lie
The wings on the back which flies
Like skyscrapers in the burning distant sight
I am the final swings of the scratching fight

The greatest feat
An idealist can conceive

Is to create existence out of nothing
To create someone out of no one

And make it up so real
That everyone accepts that it is

And desires themselves to believe
That it always was

I am the fire beneath the sands of time
Worn and torn into a thousand pixels
Burning bright in the last hour of daylight
Beneath the surface
I am the last step of the marathon
The breaking of the tickertape
And the blackness of the screen beneath
And at the same time
I am fire
I am all of these
Alive

When the cloud drums sound
Piercing silence aloud
Booming minstrel singing in the collective song of time
Once again then I
Not in Eru Ilúvatar
But in the clarion voice of Christ
Be found

We are all one in song alike
We are all one

A man can only write as much as what he holds behind his eyes
And if you were the last sight to see
I can guarantee that you needn't be surprised
If he runs away from such of sight, occasionally

Because the expression is either all about you or nothing at all
There is no in between such things
No inner lining between the eye and the mind
Of what a man has always seen, in you

There is just the wall in front of him
The key to turn, and the inanimate door to find
Don't take it personally
But a man can only write as much of what he holds behind his eyes

You know,
You want,
You sure?
Because...
What I want is no mere simple thing.
What I want,
Is her.

Someday someone
In passing or in present
Will strike this stone with such a force
That the stream beneath will be revealed

And finally flowing
Slowing in a southern fashion growing
My river will be born

But not anew

Who I am
And if I'm good enough
True enough to be
Should not be my concern
Because when someone wants to see you
They generally see

In due time
All is seen

Let not the stubbornness stored away within your heart,
Deny your head the happiness,
And the ease of truth within the mind.
Which is found only when two similarities collide.

Because the inverse breaks the mirror indefinitely, without reflection.
But the same eyes resonate,
And reverberate both the feelings and the sight therein.

Enjoy the memory of the crossroads where love first met it's counterpart.
Oh, how I pray that you can let yourself live to see such a sight.

The day of my life is not eternal
Neither without the warmth of the sunlit hands
Nor the chilling stare of the moons bright eye
And yet…
As the days amidst the months pass by, like the tides
So I stop and start my heart from beating
Autonomic is this loving way of mine

The self says no
You cannot be
All that you once we're never me

Albeit truth past all within
There is also future time yet spent
To be more than all that has ever been

So move yourself
Til you you move again
Before the self can find it's voice and then

Would you tell yourself
You must
You can

Tell myself
To reinvent myself
To create a location to do it in
Only to leave it free and standing be
Again and again

Too slowly I find myself abound
To go out into this rainy world
To hear the sky and the people aloud
With clouded eyes
While that place remains empty and then

It's always away from the aimless creation of space
In which I begin
And begin again

I used to write just to read on and on
In a listing manner, with a scrolling eye

But no more do I
Write in such a manner as this

There’s no desire to be found
As those days have long since passed me by

And now I only write for myself, the ID
As compared to the length which these pages provide

And I stop flowing waters
Dead in their tracks, without so much as a whisper

Because I’m no longer afraid to speak
Or to be seen here within these imperfect lines

Even rocks receive
Like crashing waves with a hope
Such sounds, you and me

Have you met the creases in my hands
Shocked you must be to know
That I've known them all along

The bare earth
The scratched skies
The predictable people midst their ponderous lives
And I live to see them over time
As they progress towards somethingness
Towards no outcome which will leave any of us
Alive

The daughter of the moon and I
Fell from the stars
And crashed into a lonely lake
Where she would spend all of her days
Forsaking all others
Except for this
The wielder of the sword to be
To rule the world
By his own outstretched hand

A wonder for one
Is there someone?
Waiting to massage your shoulders
And to see you smile
When it's not for others
But for yourself?

Is there dinner waiting
And a willingness willed?
To serve when the service
Has all but ended?

What is the sound of when
There is no public ear?
Is your voice for real
Or just for retail?

Because the shoulders ache
In the service of others
As all smiles do tire
On the road to work

But hands, kind hands
Have the kindness to admire
How they wait to be held
How they want to hold

In August a breeze 
You are enraptured and free
Like hills clouded skies
Like stars in deepest oceans
And like rain in Auburn eyes

Sink not in oceans
So much as you swim
In the unified chorus
Of Calvary's voice

So my memories tell me
"Wow indeed"
Because she kissed like it was with the last breath of eternity

The hollow, empty, fickle words
The accounts and all of the time there spent
Social media is the death of all things good and decent
I say again
Social media is the death of all things good and decent

You can't play a game of matters of the heart,
If your heart isn't available to be had.

Looking for validation and affirmation in the entirely wrong places, will always leave you feeling unsuccessful and totally decimated.

Crushed and devalued by the plans you didn't make, as your focus is derailed by the paths you didn't take.

Because you cannot progress without true motivation to improve your daily situation.

For this you must act on evaluation and ignore the masses of any nation, which insists that you can do anything, within certain limitations.

Who are they to know you and why you even exist within creation?

Just do as you feel called to do and you might just find your inspiration.

Only then will you have a chance at redeeming and receiving the aforementioned words of affirmation.

Because you need to be true to you, to find your truest motivation.