you have wandered into my heart
without wiping your feet,
and have planted your garden
with some peregrine seed,
uprooting suspicion to feed the roots you know i need.
not the slightest premonition
hinting at this fires ignition,
with harmonies conspicuous,
it brought me to a full fruition.

you make me become me,
scraping tar from ancient condition
a reassessment of the needs,
a very natural division.
and though many of my deeds,
however morbid they may be
fade from your conscious recognition;
oh my true soul, you've made free.

so you may walk upon my heart.
tread heavily, with boots of lead,
for you have become the reason
for it to even bother to beat.

october is over,
and our hearts are tied like knots.
into each others beats we fall,
oh how easily we can get lost.
a new rhythm to march to,
gives us step’s we’re unsure how to take
but each footprint we leave,
is evidence to believe
not one step has been taken in vain.

                                                          ­            october is over
                                                            ­          and my hands have let go of their fists.
                                                          ­            no longer clenching tight to anchors,
                                                        ­              so the weight can find its exit.
                                                           ­           as a new ray permeates
                                                                ­      i’ve stopped the shadows clever games
                                                           ­           and dropped the baggage of distain,
                                                        ­              becoming your light once again.

october is over
and you don’t even know the truth
how i have held your supple heart,
tucked away and hidden from you.
some day you will discover all,
if, that is, i do reveal.
you’re meant for me, there is no other
& our osmosis will slowly congeal.

furious as the sun,
vibrant as the moon
dancing tantric motions
through a swift magnetic swoon.
our cups are overflowing,
now the spillage will ensue
but ive become alright
with spilling myself into you

penetrating my flesh with your gaze,
soaked into the earth
as the suns brightest rays,
a quite brilliant display
of the spectrum of light
you engulf every day. 
and once passes the light of the late afternoon
you still cut through the dark
as the light of the moon,
your heart shines on strongly
and the night ends so soon,
the hours are only as moments with you.

furious as the sun,
vibrant as the moon,
now I'm  lost for words
as once again it came so soon
we've come here searching the same thing,
the fearless conquerers of truths.
and when even the constants
start changing themselves,
our nature is
clearly
*unmoved.

lost in the madness of new thoughts, alone.
tired of having no heart and no home
these humble hands have been worked to the bone
I'm silently fighting to keep them from stone.
fighting for air, determined to stay afloat,
the waves are pulling at me, it's hard enough not to choke.

free as a bird with its wings freshly clipped
can't shake the chains of realities grip
even these clothes feel much too tightly knit
and the weight that I carry bears me down with it.
and yet something calls to me, still something I missed
something that beckons my heart through all this.

perhaps there's a light at the depths of this sea
or countless great treasures for me, possibly
or maybe there's something that I can't perceive,
but its hard to have heart when you've seen what I've seen.

though still, if it's sinking, it's down with the ship
no hope to escape the vessel I'm in
always and forever, through thinnest of thin,
she's learning to live with my terrible skin.