I'm a faithful cheater with the ability to lie honestly.
I'm a pacifist with anger management issues.
I only ever hurt the ones I love.
I cry when I'm happy, and I laugh when I'm sad.
I can be an ugly lover, with compassion when I'm mad.
I hold nothing sacred, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I consider my self agnostic, with a passion to believe.
I have the mind of a demon, and the soul of a saint.
I'm a shy exhibitionist, that can easily frustrate.
I take pleasure in my misery, there's a sadness in my glee.
And all these contradictions, are but a fraction that is me.

Soft hands all covered in scars
reveal a past of lost rewards
of lost childhood broken
dreams once unspoken
alive on the street
and a mind filled with notions
look at emotional tones
in the lonely old souls
that find many alone
with the thoughts of the ******

When the sun rises at the dawn,
hands will rise in a vain attempt to suppress a yawn.
Most will be up and about their day,
I will be wrapped in sleep dreaming of a rainy May.
For all those grave yard shift workers know,
that daylight betrays, in darkness we grow.

I want ideas that blow
the cobwebs from my mind
I want the days to
end up in crazy smiles
I want to think out loud
and capture heavens eyes
I want it wild I want it wild
I want it wild

There are shadows of my former self
left scattered among the paths I've walked.
There are tears painting pictures
torn from all I've loved.
There are words spoken that have awoken
sleeping lies I've cried.
There are dreams forgotten by lonely rhymes
until the time is right.

Dead poets drip off my tongue
Long gone painters delight and inspire
Deceased musicians make me dance
Murdered revolutionaries give me a chance

Its not easy being
wrong so often.
The emotions
involved are messy.
Much more
care is needed.
I mean
well.
I really
do.