Working on me,
So I can be,
more than I am.
Stronger not weaker,
Listen to my Heavenly Father, not the deceiver,
Destined to be amazing,
Always to be gazing,
At this beautiful life.
Be a Giver,
Be a Lover,
Fill my Spirit, my heart, with Faith,
Not the darkness should I bath,
But be clean in the Light,
Giving thanks, that I am not alone.

It bathed upon me, seek joy in the
Darkness I was enveloped beyond the
Moments of Thought it bled me dry of
Incandescent Will, where flickers of
Memory wallowed The enthralling moment
Of there dampening Into oblivions clap.

I washed up on the shores of its needing,
Never dragging but gently washing over
In a silken touch that cut upon my soul
A million times. I wasn't what I was before,
I was a shadow of confidence that once
Stepped but now I crawled on shards.

Light cut into the very fabric of my soul,
I bleed eternities of regret, each droplet
Of darkness feel upon the floor of nothing
Always falling into the nothingness from
Where it came. Each invited in to it hold
But both treated me as a vessel of usage.

Could one exist with neither of what each
Had offered, A hollow carcass of empty dreams.
But there was hope in the stillness, for I
Knew how I needed to be full. It was
To take in that which I needed. Not forced
Upon me I was empty but never more whole.

I am destroying myself so others can't
It's a twisted kind of control but it's the only kind I got

I understand well, that You were the gatekeeper of my Soul's prison. That lackluster fate it held prior to our engagement. You've released unto me the holy awareness that there were world's beneath the surface of what we believe to understand. Though you shared with me this key piece of esoteric wisdom, it seemed not so long after that you yourself had forgotten.
It is such a shame, believing yourself to be too fragile to take that ever-so-important leap of faith into the truer meaning of every single breath, and because you refuse to accept me at my word, there is a net waiting below. In order of relief of these Earthly fascinations.

If only I could prove it to you, I search and scour for a method to show the intangible, which is so easily discarded with a witty remark, a turn of the cheek, a wisp of the hair.
A brief little giggle, nonchalant enough, but which rings in my head for days, long after having last witnessed your face.

You offered me meaning, purpose, and passion. Now I live, if only, for Love. I fear I may never truly have yours, but you were there when I needed you, now I suppose I can return the favor.

As long as he could see a ray of light
even from a borrowed memory in the pouring rain
he knew that what made some cry was just another day

There was a way to believe in himself
it was to not be jealous of another man’s choices
and find love from a woman who could understand his way

Arriving in the city or the country
There was no way to know where she was from
The mystery was the game
She wore high heels on a gravel road
Even the dice burning in his hands didn’t know which one

He paid no mind to clashing rocks or sirens
there was no purpose to risk passage to the desire of a dream
he knew not to bargain in the way he would pray

He could never decide how to approach her
there wasn’t any time to think of how to he should be
only to see if there was a door to her heart inviting him to stay

Swimming in oceans or climbing mountains
There was no way to know what she wanted to do
The expectation was the same
She wore a bikini in the snow
Even a ball rolling in a circle didn’t know what was true