Can you see me?
In the back of life's classroom with my head down
Life so turned upside down that I don't know which way is up now
So I walk around starring at the ground, looking at my future wishing for some hope
It's getting harder to cope in the land of the lost and society's illusion has my mind in the kaleidoscope choke
Praying for the sun, but it looks like rain
One life sentence without a life so I can't complain
Doing my best just to maintain
My sister told me school should have been a class on life
Now everyday I wake with one purpose in sight
Love, truth, and peace...
Leading my people to the light

Mother of dragons
Warm me with your ferocious spirit
Resuscitate my dying heart with your gentle hands
Sweetness of your kiss delights my bitter soul
Hide me in your womb
That I maybe reborn into your loving nature
For your desires give me purpose
Rest peacefully amongst my suffering
I pray, dear Universe, hear me
A thousand tongues for just one whisper
The deepness in her Gypsy eyes
Are oceans of nostalgia in my thoughts
I dreamt of eternity
Only to awaken to the present of her presence
To a love saying, "Now or never!"
And an enchanting embrace promising forever...

It wasn't until my acceptance of the fragility and temporariness of life that I was able to embrace the obscurities of the universe
Although,
Its nature, incomprehensible
I begin to understand
The anatomy of all life is as extraordinary as the number of grains of golden sand
And that even I,
A mere spec in God's eye
Am just a man...

I’m sorry when my pen breaks your heart hurts
Ink smudges the pages when you realize we won’t work
I’m sorry that your picture perfect wasn’t perfectly as pictured
Pages cake up from the break ups
Truth is…
It’s only perfect when I am not with you and your story doesn’t have me in it
I’m sorry this is not who I wanted to be because hurting you is hurting me
But to desert hurting you results in deserting me
I’m sorry, because the truth is I don’t like hurting you
But it’s strange because it seems the only moments I am true to myself is when I am hurting you
I am sorry I can’t figure it out, so I smear the pages in attempts to start over and work it out
Only to realize things work best when I tear the page’s out
I’m sorry it’s **** me then *******
It’s ****** up, but then we get ****** up
Then ****-****
****, we ****** up
Guess what I really mean is I am ****** up
But wait, I am not sorry
I never told you I was perfect only told you I was worth it
You are the one who wrote the book with no pages in it
Skipped the intro, fast forwarded to a happy ending only to find out there was no happiness in it
****,
I’m sorry…

The substance is diluted but tasteless because the flavor is psychological
How many sips must you experience before you realize the essence is mythological?
In theory the idea was beautiful but solving the equation became impossible
It's impossible to equate to such a beautiful conclusion when the variables are just not logical
That's my way of admitting that you and I are just not possible
An inverted fraction, not solvable
A mixture of oil and vinegar, non-dissolvable
Always willing to try again but the chances of success are just not probable
If I were you I'd just walk away and let the heartache slowly follow you
Because if you stay you will be slowly following heartache and that's just not logical
The light is dimming in your eyes you don't have to tell me, I see it and I know it
Guess it’s just one of the many dangers you encounter when you fall in love with a poet

Listen,
Now I could tell you
That, I actually believe you
The world is indeed flat
Banks start wars
And we actually landed on the moon
But,
Then again, I
Only lust for the fragile and jaded kind of truths
A particular flavor of strange fruit
Bitter to the lips
Yet, sweet on the tongue
Gowned in emerald green lies
Draping graciously over the eyes
Imprinting my soul
Like the fullest Moon's lips
Kissing the darkest of midnight skies

Last night
Swinging from my cerebral tree
Cast alone in this universe
Was just my thoughts and me
Memories, old and new
Waves of emotions
Crashing upon shores of elation, regrets and anticipation
Late night, under the moon light
Mind wide-open for the world to see
But you never
Not for a single moment
Unlatched your eyes
And noticed me...

I am attached to nothing
Neither controlled, nor tempted, nor distracted, nor enticed
In a place where I have no desires because my wants are my demons
Giving generously all I have
Nothing was ever mine to begin with
Constantly reincarnated into the present
Thoughts emerge and consume me
Then wither away never leaving a trace
Why do we hold on to what we can never touch, feel, smell, see, or taste forever
It’s all illusion
Nothing is real
Where is my reality
Dormant beneath my inherited thoughts
Mislead by misdirection
Buried beneath the infidelity of my fragile affections
Consciously stained by the conception of my speculation
Awakened to my path
I ask myself, but what do I know
It was subjective from the beginning
Where did I get my name, my beliefs and my morals
Who am I
What do they mean
They were never mine to begin with
All I have, I was given
All I have been given, was never theirs to give
As it never belonged to them who gave it
Neither do they belong to me
Liberating myself of their attachment
My soul yearns to live
I want die free