When I may,
Weightless,
Devote my all
velvet - like,  
Oblivious
Tangerine, Mars black,
On  a blue twilight
Expresses true feelings
Inner workings,
All ME!
ME ME ME!..
Not this world,
This throw away love
Each soul a benevolent
Yet broken, ignorant
Programed to slave
Waste, live in now
Forget everything else

Of you all that remains
30 Seconds
the results of one decision
the foundation erased
turned away, lost
given no way
keep mine cherished
Whittled down few holding
Taken as you turn away
the love is gone
turned away they start blurring
blinking my tears
it replays, floating
Your last few words
These are my few
30 Seconds of You

There is a calm
A sort of closeness
That comes after heartbreak.
With nothing else
But acceptance to cling to,
It reigns alone
Controls hope and futures.
In the lack of light
Calm resides in silence.
But one thought
brings with it the knowledge
'it will be Alright '...
Because it will.
Take this and be guided
Back to light and laughter.
To life and happiness.

A goodbye that remains
blameless am I
Another lie,  ugly, transparent
How can I prevent it?
Why am I so easy to love,
They all seem to fall hard
Saying all the nicest words
Painting my mind in far from now
Oh so foolish to inflate ego full of pride
And this ain't my first experience
So how is it that I am far from agreement?
Three times, consecutive, at the very moment
I begin to see a future we could come to see

Ask Me how many?
How many faces I see,..
Within one heart?
crowded inside indeed.
I will do questionable math,
An unexplainable equation.
Cypher the many seen,
To the sum of but two only?
I will answer there are two,
From what once was just one...
Ask me to explain my findings?
See the others?  They asked nicely,
to be left out of my curious findings.

It isn't for fun and games anymore.
That excuse wilted away.
In fact them are my very downfall.
Back then, **** was only a refreshment
And chosen were the days on it.
I was on guard and after
each introduction
Every reabsorbed indulgence
I walked it out of calling range
Chose not to be what I am now.
Financially funneling my nonexistent,
To make my way through **** work
**** pay, always broke...
Weak without; Penniless with it.
I need out.  Have little lapses.
I am not going to be a great loss.
Just one that couldn't let go
As fast as those that dabbled back then.

Though three separate
with this last comes a cadence

Again without,  alone,
empty chested aching

The very first
And then later the second

This third confirms
My relationship pattern emerges
Like a drum beat
A cadence