Too him
To her
To them that hope to love

To her
To him
To they that pray and pray

Them that does
Them that do
God always has a blessing for you

To them that did
To them that tried
Within time you find all your dreams coming alive

Ticking clocks
And marching ants
Alligator skin
Crocodile tears
And wings of angels
Different angles
Many alleys
All my allies
Lay down their arms
At my command

If only forever
Satin skin and living pleasure
These words you speak
Intonations said by me
If I find a way

Lost hours
My way in days
Turtle dove
Carrier pigeon
Battleship
And submarines
Submereged in color
Aquamarine
Sight unseen
Is my belief

And if only light will shine
Bright enough to make me blind
I'll find my way by feeling

I feel you
You are the language written on my soul

Stuck in this jailhouse
More like my mind is in chaos
Time in peace is what we need
Together alone
To help battle these toxins
That continusley roam these streets.

A time together is what we seek
But time says we have alot to weep
More strength we need to resurface
To rebuild a stronger kingdom

My heart has sealed it's temple
Locked inside your ribcage
You always had me
always was yours since day one
Question I wonder is...
why is it that you never believed,
When the answers were always there?

Fear is a weak emotion
that can easily destroy you
Also when I said no more second guessing
I meant it..
non of that hesitations with the feeling that feels so natural.

The chills that run throughout our bodies
Is earth's way intuning with our aligned vibrations signaling to combine the two to create never ending bond
That creates a new wave of vibrations
Waking others who are in need...

Can a definition have a question in it? Because I have a question. Why can I feel you here, when you are clearly not? Your smell – I smell your smell – is everywhere. Your touches – I feel your touches – are all over my body. But I do not see you in the person that touches me, and whose scent lingers on me and my bed sheets for hours. Although you are clearly something I can touch and hold, you are not because you are not the person that I wanted so long ago. And then the question that is: “do people ever actually change, or do you just get sick of their personality?” comes up. Because I can promise you, I was so sure I could never get tired of you. So it hurts me that when I look at you, or I am with you, I am really not. You look at me with a destination in your eyes that I’ve never seen. And that’s when I realize that I can no longer touch you anymore.

When
each day
each hour
each moment
gave me the feeling
of destined for you
A strong realization of
of having you
in my stars
made me
to believe my fortune
and
I started seeing you
with closed eyes

That moment
I discovered myself
completely naked
but not diffident
shy but not ashamed

With inexorable madness in my heart
and beaming peace in my mind
I looked down
with melting breath
to hold your hands
within mine

I thought
these hands can wipe
even the darkness of night
and all will remain
is the golden rays of morning sun
warm and bright

But you suddenly
pull your hands out
Calmness of your voice
cut me into pieces
when you declared
salvation is your destination
I could not believe
my trust owe me fate of a roadside stone

Now
standing amid the road to salvation
that filled with
fear
to love and to be loved
to give and to accept
to keep and preserve promises
I am still searching
a way to go back
and hold you tight

Because I know
all pain ends
if you have a shoulder to weep

Money man
Work
Stand line
Put a tight

When you're feet aches
The bills piled high

money man
You stand in line  
And you put in a tight

You drive your nice car
And you putt in a lie

Money man
You stand in line
And you put in a tight

You go back to life with you're wife
Put away that carving knife

I felt sick, so I cut out my stomach.
Hoping that the nauseous feeling would cease.
I felt like crying, so I cut out my eyes.
Because showing emotion just doesn't suffice.
I felt like speaking, so I slit my throat.
Because choking on blood is better than choking on word *****.
I felt my heart; the strings inside, breaking.
So I let them rip, and tare a hole in my chest.
And it wasn't the lack of being able to eat, or see, or breathe and speak that even came close to killing me.
Feeling killed me.
That which feeds your entirety, when broken, has the power to end lives.

red yellow blue saucers

in my honey bed.


haematoma proof

of the love you just bled.


sacrificed under arc in flight.

the sting of conquester's wing.


never did you scream but in

colours did sing


to your sisters heralded

Chloris in the dying chorus