Sounds of bliss and joy
bob lazily on the breeze-
These exquisite days.

Coffee daydreams,
Burnt beans-
Ripped seams,
and holy jeans.

Not Jesus jeans,
No-silly things
a state of being-
Made in my genes.

From Constantin-
Opal rings
to all the things
That leave me aching-

-My personality
      is split
           between
                what I believe in
                     and what I belong in.

                          A war of the worlds-
                               Neither of which
                                   are the best of either.

I've got a funny feeling-
~tingles running down my spine~
thoughts that leave me reeling
for all of nothing is mine.

Yeah, I have ****** it all up.
I made mistakes-too many to list,
and I know I overfilled my cup-So,
I wish I didn't exist.

Everything is slipping; falling;
careening into the dark.
I swear I heard her calling, but
I guess that's the end of an arc.

~Driven to make decisions
that decided the fate of me~

~I've entered into twilight
Left alone with only debris~

~Believe me when I tell you
there is nothing - like being free~

~And if you ever hear it
That sound we've come to know,
there's nothing could prepare you-
-We've got nowhere left to go.~

It takes bravery
blustering about so
haphazardly, like
unsecured cargo.

Cargo whose entire
purpose remains as
simple as moving
between two places;
undamaged.

Yet you cannot even do that, can you?
Remain undamaged?
Un-shorn from your moorings?
No.
Because you are unsecured-

-Insecure(d).

Perhaps it is your
own blind bravery
bolstering your beliefs-
Or perhaps not.

Perhaps, it is your lack of
any pondered plan or
predetermined paradigm
that hangs you out to dry-
Or perhaps not.

But what I do know is this:

Regardless of pondered plans or
blind bravery, all that remains
is finding a way
to fix yourself.

It takes two to tan-
go anywhere with me love.
~Freedom of the heart~