I drink
I think
I wish to blind these travesties.
Talents wasted: burning time,
      Saluting, Sea to shining sea.

I found, in her
A love I grasped
The anchor once was me.

We sank
    One soul
    One life
    One poison
In bottled spirits, we were free.

Take a message from a bottle
Thoughts sinking in intentions.
If but a piece of art you seek,
Drinks surely drown my inhibition.

I never took her for a fool
Her strength was not of question.
Glancing back at lessons wasted,
I wonder who had taught the lessons.

Her path was forged in every step
Her prints I dared to follow.
A dreamer to find a better way,
Looking for HER to draw tomorrow.

From her stool she called me pretty,
Pride never stole the moment.
We'd forgotten all that mattered.
I told her she was handsome.

Faith is not of subject bound,
But of purpose not yet rattled.
Realism steals the crown,
Of any dream, well traveled.

To touch,
To hold,
To clutch,
Grow old,
Is all I want to do.

Your laughter,
Your face,
Your body
I trace,
To keep my memory true.

The silence,
The dust,
Now settles,
It must,
For, I am nothing without you.

Everything is written.

You waking up in the morning wondering what the day holds.
The day has already been written for you.
Now it is your chance to discover it.

Everything is written.
Nothing is accidental.
Nothing is a coincidence.

Your love.
Your sadness.
Your hope.
Your failures.

They have all been written.
And you the character to finish them.
The world the reader.
Everything is written.

You are all words and no action
Never meaning things you said
Empty threats and endless pain
Screaming through my skull
Into the recesses of my mind.