In the room of relief
where
dreams are caught
and
nested on the rim of
the seat
before flushing them
with the rest
of your appetite

I only intend to pierce the steel
of my shadows
to waddle in sin
and let go
of the frolicking discrepancies

So! sweet victory of
youth
eternally looking
for nothing
better

Inside at times she felt
so crazed and on the
pulpit remained
unfazed
in about the house
she lazed
with figure shining
bright as light
the men who witnessed
bore the sight
with the darkness she'd take them
through the night
chilling souls
and
leaving blight

always with a smile
never a worry or
care
she cared
nothing for these
jaded lovers
unless they were
under her covers
she played a ***** game
but,
when you look at the rest
it's all the same
heartbreak
and
love
are similar strains

Darling if, for a second
you could
catch the Sunrise
up-on
my lips
you'd surely see the oceans that are my
Love
for your
kind
and gentle soul
here we depart as two
and unite
as one

I'm going to war
with myself
enough with the
holding off
tip toeing around
enough looking for
handouts
while I stand above ground
today
is the day
that I become one with
the flame
today is
the day
that I pronounce myself sane
proudly will I
conquer
the weakness
my Aim
no more have I room
for doubt
Insecurity
nor shame
no more tinkering with minds
nor playing silly games
on days like this the
Spartans became
with myself on this day
it shall
be the same

Battle-borne
broken
strung out
And
looking for more