Sam, not Your name
I read Your past,no one to blame,
Sam,please do not be ashamed,
It's fine,You're still my man

Sam,my man,was someone's man
I tried to be a stranger with strenght here in my chest,
Jealously like a rushing train provoking my brain,
But Sam,***,
Were was,,past

Sam,I read two thousand and nine on a blog,
and met You in Your creating spot,
I saw girls
I felt You from years
Were in love
Were lonely
Were thinking
Were random
Were messy
Were missing someone
Where we haven't met yet
Where was I?

Sam,how was your love life?
In a club with music made You alive
Wine one sip or two,did U like?
Fake love for a nite
While u were thinking of previous lovers

Sam,how did U feel?
When U were tired n ill
U just wanted to have fun alone
While U were thinking of home?

Sam,I'm jealous
Once U wrote to someone but now I'm writting You
I still have no clue
O Sam,,,
I'm helpless

But sam,thanks for letting me in
Part of U to be seen
Sam,***
Pick me up at ten,


(DEAB April 9 2011)

In the gloom of the night my weary soul lurked around searching for yours.
I walked across a black river beneath the dark sky.
Tortured souls coming to the surface screaming out for redemption.
Never an absolution.
But i could not find you.
I saw dark figures wandering on the other side.
I could not make out what they really resembled.
I heard night birds singing, echoing from the indistinct world surrounding me.
Still no certainty of your presence.
I had led myself astray.
I waited.
I sat by the river thinking to myself.
With the night birds singing their gloomy songs to me.
The lost souls splashing in the river before me.
I waited.
And i found myself sitting under an old oak tree.
The ancient soul of the forest.
Staring at me with such a curiousity.
Its branches moved restlessly as if feeling my own restlessness.
But i sat back still.
Waiting for the moon to come out.

Under layers of faces there exist journeys held in silence
Constantly unraveling inside as heart strings
Pulled to the surface they can quickly shift these layers
Into smiles, tears or a burning anger not predicted
Instantly changing everything

Memories held within the layers of faces never disappear
What the heart has gazed upon remains
Deeply engraved in the tender fibers of our souls
As burning embers buried under time’s ash
Sparked……becomes a flame

What is banished often still exists under these layers
Inside the spirit of all our heart strings
Our journeys may leave vivid scars held in silence
But they will also leave lessons in layers
Used to change everything

I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide
Even when you hid your face in your hands
I learned to sing louder
Until I had turned
The tide

I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you
When you read all the words I wrote
Did they burn like pouring salt
Into an open wound
Of truth

I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart
Standing clear of the picture and its owner
Thought I broke the spell on my own
As I watched your fingers
Come apart

From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell’s ending
Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands
But you only learned to sing louder
Until you had become
My beginning