Just one more time,
In a time that is yesterday
In footsteps at the edge,
Your shadow over my grace,
My grace over the light
Darkened by truths
I dont want to hear.

Just one more time,
Lie to me;

Evening when dark trails
Beg for weary steps,
Forward never straight,
Long ago I  looked back,
A storm of your gaze
Into the deep night
A deep premonition
Shatters my core
And hope is a reason to doubt;

Lies returning
What sinister words
Do cast themselves by the noose
Of your voice,
Enter the storm
A thunder repeats with
A missing remorse
Filling the echoes of your
Missing self...

Lie to me,
Kiss me,
The poison laced
Eithin the spectrum,
Colorblind

Lie to me,
I will listen as the day leaves,
Into the nocturnal
I return,
A spring of deaths
The footsteps echo
In another time
Where you invent my self
To love you is a lie,
And i believe in you.

What we have here is honest brutally,
And the questions sink deep within me as the answers were what I feared.

Im taken like the worst case
And hope is longing for the end.
Such a dark clarity,
More was a lofty thought
And only I can remember
The best in you.

Me, I,
Conundrum to the nth,
Schematic stress.
Worthy I
Deep yes
Float on paper hope,
Stranded Self imposed
Exiled from grace
Rake the spring leaves

Take away the moments
Fill them with everyday,
I am here for a little while
And forever is nothing.
Truth is I can take it all,
Forever in a daze,
The Dedpoet.

I fell into the commerce
Of trading looks with you.
And once your stock rose,
I invested a lifetime.

As one listens to the rain,
Every droplet memorized
Among the curvature of your
Earthen face,
In a silhouetted distraction
Your dress falls to the floor...

All is still,
The night arrives in your eyes,
You found me in the mist,
The mist that is a lifetime
And one night an eternity,
The murmur of birth,
The death that is the moment passing,
Inward the rain falls,

Weightless in the heavy
Earth we make our indentations
On a universally illuminating
Time,
We speak with no words,
So beautiful God unfolds and looks,
The pain of the momentary eternal,
Passing,
And then the rain.

I came across myself,
Plagued with everyday.

I leaned on a friend,
They come like a seasonal storm.

Of everything I was,
Only the memory remains.

Scars like running water,
From within it flows.

The shadow of today
Reminiscent of who i thought,

But who am I to judge myself
When i am God of my own perceptions....

And the consciousness makes it real,
Guilty I regret I never found myself.

The journey is a witness
Testifying against myself.

I have built to the sky
Geometry called home,
Where birds sing along
The rolling oaks,
And valleys curve the words
And signature of earthen
Memory write poetry
On the mind.
I have written love on paper
Digital and the waves have
Crossed the planets one day
The stars,
That poetry made me whole
And the world
That beat me down told me
I could not survive,
I am here speaking the beauty
I have become
Because I am absorbing
The best I can the position
I have been given,
Look, I am Me,
Take me as I am
As I have learned to live
With myself among the masses,
There is light and I walk
Now burning the shadows
Out of thoughts
And I write myself clean.
I am beautiful
Because I know that poetry
Is too.

Taken by yesterday,
I is fragment
Then reverse the shift
And remain the same.
Before the dawms
And stolen solitudes were
Enlightened,
I saw the person
And alone I'm watching
With the other in confinement.
As is, never was,
Love one love all,
Love thyself.