Passion comes like a home invasion leaving the walls whispering incessantly tiny inquiries that lack any true evidence invoking perturbatious uncertainty.You find your self endlessly pondering wondering if they appreciated or found quality in those little things that make people fall in love hopelessly.It's tiresome leaving one slightly disturbed plagued with persisting questions that ultimately elude one from themselves bewildered.You're either full of regret or feeling too pretentious caught up in some false sense of reality at times leading to changes in ones propriety.That is why we are all referred to as the young and the restless desperately trying to find ourselves as we slowly unravel the true life lesson.We search for assurance through another's eyes in need of acceptance even if it's merely a compelling lie so quick to deny ourselves truth.You must feel it on your own or you will remain condoned full of disappointment in the wake of true or imagined rejections and mortification.No matter what people do or say you must look within and find love without love a bullet proof brace.

Chasing you is like racing the speed of light
I am left in the darkness never able to keep up sprightly
Leaving me fighting for air while my lungs erupt painfully
Gasping for breath spewing the words enough is enough skeptically
Accepting the fact I can't capture your love
The pain pierces my back in the night with the realization
that things between us have come and gone
It all seems like vivid imagery of my own imaginary creation
Of everything I dreamed you to be hoping to fill the void left by my last devastation
I want to be held with a firm grip and devotion
I need a connection with a depth deeper than the ocean
A romance so hopeless it leaves others disgusted or in admiration
Was it all a dream built upon no foundation
or did you find yourself lost too in moments of infatuation?

Swept off my feet by merely a broom
I sought romance
only to find a mess miscued
As I lay there in the dust of ruined dreams
I pondered all the little bunnies that went unseen

The waves of music flow
like smoke through the rays of sunlight
peaking in the shades
It twirls and curls like my hips as they sway
and all I can do is gaze upon the ceiling
Feeling bold although I have nothing to hold
nor to call my own
Reality slips and fades
in my heart I am a bird freed from it's cage
Flying high on a song of hope that plays
Repetitiously
to distract me from the dismay silence brings
inevitably
Sweet tones ring out in heavenly peace
Creating a beautiful outlet of release

When that little voice tells me to give in
I have given up
Succumbing to the weakness of my thoughts
With these odds
How could the ends ever meet
But still I find my eyes opening with a sunrise to greet
A new dawn
A new day
Another chance to compete
No matter how many times I face defeat

Who am I?
I am the Skeptic type,
Surfacing placid as each side creates waves,
Pulling on heart strings for their own self ameliorate,
Heated controversy focusing on Health care, Religion,
and Hunger debates,
Inevitably resulting in ******* up charges for war to undertake.

Equality's repercussions leaving our freedoms at stake,
While inflating our Economy
only the rich take the cake,
Consistently keeping the poor at bay,
One resolution would be to properly educate.

Before you sell into the poison they produce to control and degenerate,
Look into the disputes staged to manipulate,  
Open your eyes and see we're being left with no other options but to obey,
For when they deny you your right to bear arms The Constitution goes up in a fury of flames,
As we sit back and watch as they replay the tape.

I am free yet I am caged,
Caressing the bars of black and white mind frames,
Constructed to destroy thought and leave the masses divided
in a collective state of confusion as their questions remain,
I no longer associate with my neighbors today.

Empathy is a far cry full of ache,
Frayed by the misconception that lives are part of a game,
Monopolies and greed breed nothing but hate,
As a silenced homeless Veteran plays his violin drowning in pain.

We're left searching for some kind of circumvent,
In a country that prides itself upon convenience,
Our golden gates are not always what they seem,
If born into poverty your chances can seem some what foreboding.

Think of the future aside from your own
and find hope in opportunities for the much needed change we all see and know,
With so many imperative predicaments there is plenty of room for growth,
Obstacles only providing the likelihood to overcome and to approach ,
For strength does not accumulate for those who are not familiar with struggle,
With all these unresolved culminations there is plenty to live and fight for despite your troubles.

Just in
There is no Justice for us all
Men fall into a system
with fake weapons at the draw
The paper says more
than your alibis ever could
To put lives above the game
I wish you would
To me it all seems crooked
bending to the schemes
A bunch of false conclusions
based upon hypocrisy
Before you judge so harshly
and you burn him at the stake
I ask how many of your doings
were right and the jury unpaid