Love is as much as it can be,
but it is not whatever it can be.
Love is never too much.

Love is good,
and it is strong.
Love is not being in love;
to be in love, is like an emotion,
in that it can pass you by.
To love, even when out of love,
is to have love.

It is to hold it in your heart,
and cherish it;
to let it be as much as it can.
Love is to live with that love,
by seeing it,
and knowing it,
wherever you go.

Love is knowing that love will follow you,
and you will never be without it,
Even when your heart seems empty,

because love is a bottomless vessel,
deep within your heart,
and although you may thirst for it more at times,
it can never run out.

I wish to steep my mind in twilight
To steal away to a place
Where no one can find me
So I can be alone with my thoughts
And think and feel freely

I am sick of this constant rebuttal
From those who hold their hearts
To be their homes
And barricade the entrances and windows
So nobody can get in
And they can never see what lies outside them

They are hoarders of emotions
Garbage fills their floors, and stacks high up their walls
Walls they built to feel safe and comfortable
To protect themselves from the darkness lying just outside them

Yet, I will shed my tears upon the open earth
And let it drink away my pain, in solitude
Beneath the endless starlight
Which paints the darkness, as my guide
And I will pledge my love to her
In that depth of isolation
Until I no longer feel alone
And my home is established in nature

Then, I will have nowhere to flee to, or from
As I will be with my truer brethren
The kin of natural wealth, which holds all pain that we expel
As, I do too, feel the pain
As I too am a vessel for it
And I too have been cast aside
If not made to take the shape of their desires

In this, again, I weep for nature
She cannot refuse their call to infrastructure
So, in spite of the cruelty of my fate, in being human
I am blessed with the opportunity of choice
And I can never forgive myself

I shudder at the thought
Of you
Within my frail arms

And to
Release my tension onto
The periphery

I wish for thee
Relief

Free my heart
From stress
And breaking
Let me loose

Untie the noose
My hands
Are shaking

Even when aloof
I'm losing
Grasp of truth

Amusing
Darkness
Proof
Of my escaping

It was dark outside
And you were waiting in disguise
And I made my way down to the pier
And climbed the broken boardwalk
To find your friends there with a mirror
Shining visions of your beautiful face
Upon my tired eyes

But you were not stuck within this pale reflection
And it retracted into the box on which it stood
So I turned, and saw you there, adorned in reaper's clothing
In attempt to shake my fragile heart into fleeing
But I saw through your guise, and pushed you into the waters
Heavy, weighed down by the garbs of Death, you began to sink

Without a second thought, I offered my hand, and pulled you from the black water
And I stripped off your mask, to see you were unchanged, and beautiful
And your lipstick was black, but shone in the night, no less
And I thought to kiss your dark mouth, and felt elation
Only to wake alone, with no one beside me, but you lingering in my mind
A woman, only, of my dreams

At first I hoped they’d speak aloud
What words were held within my mind
For thoughts of mine would allude
To their listenings and interlude
And sometimes strange things make me wander
Into thoughts of crazed be-yonder
And I wished for freedom
Validation

But now, they speak so freely
When my mind is caught in wandering
That I should fear to hear
The words so openly, they’ve spoken
For, the fears of freedom
Haunt me
And tie me to monotony
For I can see the damage I might bring
In my abandoning of doubt
In favor’f certainty

My life is cinematic
And in truth, I’ve had it
Up to here with fear
And never near to what’s pragmatic

Might I ever come, in following fate
I’ve shed my doubt too late
I must accept my unbecoming hate
And plunge into the depths of madness
To avoid unspoken sadness
And stop myself from binding lives
To death and endless scourge of lies

Am I harbinger
And emotional winter
Am I the one who will beget our fall
To end it all?
And if so, what is choice?
What’s the point?
Where is my voice?
I do not want this.

I am neither here nor there
I simply flitter about along the spectrum
Reading into every subject
But turning pages before I finish them

Ambivalence is recompense of commonplace deliverance
And I cannot confide within myself a singular position
So contrived is psyche socio-implied
That when I wish myself concerted
I doubt even that truth might exist
And wander evermore

I am a nomad of the mind
And in this endless wandering
I grasp no inkling of forever
But garner truth in facts unfounded
By comparing them to naught

I am an eagle
Free, but always hunting
Strafing toward another nugget
So I might fill the curiosity
Of my bloodied beak
And reap the soul
Of emotion
From the pangs of indifference
To free myself of fixation

Thus, I squander myself
In search of objectivity
But never wonder why

Three fools divulge in halves of truths
Between the presently aloof
Alluding dissonance as proof
That everything is nothing

Three friends insist that they are one
And every moment must be fun
I cast myself asunder
For I am only getting younger

He tells me, soon, that he should die
And quietly I still deny
The nature of existence
No matter, I am still persistent

They ask of me to love them deep
And in them all my secrets, keep
They tell me I am one
Through many others, nature's son

And when his glory fades away
Her face shall see another day
But I shall be forgotten
And love once promised now has rotten

I gaze out from my widow's wharf
And she is the oncoming storm
And I am filled with fear
For love was once so near
and now I stand abandoned
The storm before the clear
Because I, as but a man, have sinned