here's the thing:

there are days when i lose my rhythm of life
my legs stumble across walking flat pavement
i lose my balance on the stable ends of the road
i jump headfirst in manholes meant for excavation
and i refuse to exit the darkness
there are days like these

there are days when i run dry
my mouth becomes a desert crawling with prayers
my flesh is a wasteland of golden opportunity
my vision is a disfigured specter in shades of grey
and every sound translates into white noise
there are days like these

there are days when words do not help
every apology and thank you leaves me raw
i bleed and hurt and bleed and hurt
and every word still leaves me ******
i will allow myself to be empty on days like these
there will always be days like these

these days do not end in salvation
these are the horsemen of my apocalypse
and on the backs of every stallion
is a part of me that tramples over
the greatest dimensions of who i am
they leave prints not easily covered
they leave me a little more scarred
they leave me a little more tired

here's the thing:

these are the days that become my muses
these are the days of great wreckage
and someday these days will be myths
great stories meant for the taking
but for now
this is the truth.

I called you my angel
Without knowing you're lucifer
And with your lust for her
I'm left here wondering
Why I ever loved you in the
first place.

It wasn't your boyish charms
It wasn't your perfect white teeth
They weren't that great,
Nor was it your chiseled body,
And it wasn't the fact that
Most of the time I saw your smiles
they were in my direction
I'm certain it wasn't your hair
The way they stand up so naturally
And I can reassure you it wasn't
The kind heart you had shown me
Nor the care and understanding
You placed upon me.
It wasn't the way you called me
Darling or honey
And made me feel precious
It wasn't the time you told
Your friends 'she's mine'.
It wasn't any of those things.
It wasn't you.

High School sweethearts
Yet remained friends
Both torn apart
When high school ends.

Graduation
Should call for true
Celebration
Yet days felt blue.

She chose her hearts
Gave him permit
******* starts
Though soon to split.

Penetrated
Her eyes gave tears
Hesitated
He stopped with fear.

Silencing cries
'Keep going friend'
With rolling eyes
'We came to end'

Mumbles once more
'This the last time'
He left her doors
As A past time.

And so he stood with his backs against the stars
Finally abandoning his lust for a bright light
He looks up to the skies
And there lies the brightest star he's ever witnessed
And once again he has fallen in love with the stars.
Temptation and addiction
What a cruel affliction.

When you get one
Try at this life
You better take
It- our breath's are
Quick and veins
Are thick. Though
Only so long does
The river blossom.

Happy wide eyed
Children turning
Into mazes and
Mixtures-- some
Die young, young
One's learn to draw.
Mom and dad's teach
Artistry by scissors.

What is and
Always was
The
BIGGER
P
I
C
T
U
R
E?
Dios
familia
amigos--
tu espíritu!
tu alma!
What's important to
You, decides
perpetuity-
Your destiny.

I'll build an empire for you
for me and you
just for the two
or just for you
I'll build an empire for you
but big enough for two