I'm absolutely
Fortunate for the spirit
Inside of me
How everything has a view point
Which point can u see that I don't

Winter, winter mornings
What you going to promise, promise me
Winter, winter morning
You might have been the diamond
Wasted like a diamond,

Wasted love
Untasted love

I am walking all your blocks
Onward to hopeless
***** passing ***** by
An asbestos blanket to wrap the homeless
A man who knows his worth
So falsely

The cold is painful
There's a ditch with my name in it
As the sun shines so brightly

Please don't see me, you see so kindly
Your kindness kind of gets to me
I still have some things left to lose

I live in darkness and vacation in the light
watch madness swell and grow like fast track tumors
watch the bloated masses explode as they consume the earth
and it hurts, knowing they will not hear me
certain no one is listening
truth is an unwanted commodity
when religious and political philosophies
are so much easier to devour,
but they taste stale to me
I am so **** hungry,
so I lay stretched out in agony
mourning the loss of humanity
and human decency.
Darkness is the truth I see,
it is the clay I work with,
but I am so tired
because I haven’t had a vacation
since nineteen eighty
and I am thirty-seven years overdue

You could make my world fall apart
Or you could give me a brand new start.
Things are going up and down
And I'm fighting for something that can't be found.
Look in my eyes and tell me you're here
'Cause it almost feels like I'm losing you, Dear.
I can tell there's something wrong in the air
And all I can do is just sit and stare.
I wish you could tell me what is on your mind
Because I hate feeling like I'm deaf, dumb, and blind.

aborted babies in jars.

who might they have become?

perhaps another paul cezanne.
maybe a worker at burger king,
or perhaps the next muhammad ali
heavy weight champion of the world.

could be an axe ******
or worse
a politician or a lawyer.

maybe the next ernest hemingway.

the bitter taste of burnt dreams
lost in a prison of expectation.

screams of  the heart.

I put on a fake smile at work,
because I don't want to admit to my friends that I am truly
having the worst time getting over you.

I know if I talk about it, water will spill from eyes like rain
and I am so dehydrated that I am not sure my body can
handle any more loss of liquid.

I fell apart when you told me you couldn't do "this" anymore.
It was so silent, you could've heard a pin drop.
How can you go from being so ecstatic to a crumbling mess in a matter of seconds?

I promised myself I was done writing about you,
but as the tears spill, so does the ink.
As long as I keep crying, the words will keep coming.






Heartbreak is the worst pain, I have ever endured.