Deepen trust,
Excellence begins.
The tempered genesis of the warrior within.
Fervent reckoning of judgemental sin.
Endlessly imaginative,
Conscious without additive,
Process enlightens the child within.
Patience with dis-tempered grace,
Wisdom expanding through space.
Scarred and burned of previous dismay,
Humbled by generations play.
Laughter soothes the master within.
Tormented,
Defeated,
Synonyms endless for the ones who’ve retreated.
Death be chosen,
We are born again.
Thinking of stories only a child can tell,
Open to trusting our journey back from hell.
Having the will to laugh at ourselves.

A mist lingers,

Haunting and cruel.

Carrying with it the fountain of youth.

Filled with lies,

Advertised with truth.

Clouding our senses,

Tempting defenses,

All in attempt to keep us defenseless.

Blind to lust,

Overt trust,

Miscommunication becoming our crutch.

Victims to the stereotypical dream,

Swindled by the constant need to be.

Bound by such inconstancy,

Which leads to our fleeting authenticity.

Sharing connection,

But never attention.

Festering wounds destroying retention.

Yet somehow,

I still see forever.

A mist lingers,

But then again,

It never quite left.

Double standards,

Syntax will answer.

Trifling the line between innocence and trouble.

The consequences render my psyche to rubble,

Debris piling up,

Skin tattered and tough,

Immensely rough.

Scars leave memories of when it was all too much.

Burned by your touch,

Branded,

With slanted vengeance,

Consistency begins with us.

Ends in dust,

Dismantling trust,

Allowing the hollowed frame to whither and rust.

The cyclic meaning of meaning,

Bending rhyme to reason,

A change for all the seasons,

Now we’re meeting with forced greetings.

Definitions make new traditions,

Twisting and contorting to situation.

Adapting while reacting,

Showcasing deformed acting.

We sit in the back laughing,

Understanding the change that’s happening,

The inevitability of our apathy,

Prolonged by a resistance to sever a fading destiny.

Forever is terminology,

Syntax,

Created in reverie,

A place we can’t go back.

Standards bring order,

Where chaos is prevalent.

Double the standard,

Order is irrelevant.

Contradiction,

Insecurity flourished with tortured intention.

I’m not sure I’ll ever understand,

What caused our cyclic poison to disband.

Perhaps the fates decided it was time to step in,

Or rather the fighting of our hearts was too often a sin.

Whichever it may be,

I can only wish that you allow yourself to see.

For the ignorant can only do harm,

In search for blame.

While the wise can recover,

Dusting off the guilt and the shame.

Proving that in order to want,

You have to be willing to change.

I’d say I’m cynical.
Bitter.
Expecting a difference.
Anticipating changes that aren’t within us.
Sensing destruction,
A rapid digression.
Shifting between choice and depression.
Hollowed deception.
Habitual lessons.
But I remembered to stop.
Allowing the mind to breathe.
Attempting to be.
No longer accepting an energy that’s empty.
Refusing to exist in a forgotten memory.

The sweet breath of a forgotten kiss.
Tingling,
Stinging,
Nostalgia turns to bliss.
Littered by semantics and tired tricks.
Tender blessings from murderous lips.
Temptation lead by malice,
Hoping to tease with pensive solace.
Chances bred in threes,
Preying the last will set thee free.

Double edged,
Intangible etched.
Conflicted by time,
In this paradoxical complex.
Reset.
Back to basics.
Where the conversation is easy,
And we share this existence.
Distance.
Binding and confining,
Tirelessly defining,
Contradictions are the affliction,
But this mess is my addiction.
Compulsion to the pain,
Convincing myself there’s a gain,
Hoping connection remains more than a game.
Blame.