I push your hair away from your face the way the wind blows the clouds away from the face of dusk; both actions exposing the creative glories of God's artistic hands. You are already the moon, yet little did I know you are more than what I think: you are all of the night sky. You hold the moon in your eyes, moonbeams in your smile, and constellations which dot your face in the form of moles.

And it's only now that I understand why they're called the beauty marks of a person.

And it's only now that I realize I can embrace the eventide and continue floating in a dream into the dawn.

And it's only now that I'm able to see nightfall as the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

And it's only now that I know I can literally kiss the stars and the rest of the night sky good night.

The bending light of love.
Snell's law tells me light comes from two.
But I see many more. Many who love, many who live. Life is so beautiful, the highs and lows that churn and mold a beautiful soul. The pureness of you all, your beauty and grace. I love you all. Every man and woman, boy and girl. You are all special. You have God in you, you have God with you.
My loved ones guide me to the top of my dreams. They deserve so much. More than I can give them. So I ask for the one above to do what he can.

if you are what you eat
then i am just
a stale slice of bread
atop of glass of water
half eaten but half alive
waiting patiently
for my turn to be consumed

if you are what you eat
then i am simply this

but sometimes i feel
as strong as the glass that holds the water

My face into the wind,
With only a blind eye to see...

My senses are sharp,
yet I can no longer feel...

Numbness surrounds me,
so why do I still feel pain...

As my heart is cut deep,
so why don't I bleed...

My life is dullisional,
which helps me breath...

She holds my muse captive in a cage with bars of bamboo
I fear if I don't retrieve it I'll never be completed
Use a scapel to spill my guts on loose leaf, then I delete it
It's unworthy, it's too wordy
Got too much love for you I'd be broken if you heard it
And these days, I'm not too sure who recites it
And these days' I'm indifferent with who likes it
Somedays I don't even know the man who writes it
Scribble a wordy flurry and not understand what incites it
It all feels insightless
A pretentious attempt to be righteous
And what is righteousness?
Staring bold faced at the heart of the abyss
Saying even though it's looming I can't be defined by this
Or lose my mind to this, thinking ignorance is bliss
Enlightenment ensorcelled with the progress of humanity
Standing hand in hand with a communal prosperity
No severalty severity
Trade your famous 15 seconds for just one moment of clarity