When storm clouds rain,
it absolutely pours,
and people still walk in and out of stores,
and the sun will shine very soon,
because no matter if it is June,
or possibly May,
a good rainy day can cast your troubles away,
I do not mean the liquid that falls from the sky,
but the kind that are emotions and rush from your eyes,
the things you hold back until no one sees,
the thoughts that eat away at you like a perilous disease,
when all you have to do is release the gates,
just breath out all the hand and body shakes,
listen to your blood move a methodical rhythm,
like the drums of a marching band when the spirit is within them,
push away all your worries and false clad frustration,
and when you stand at the edge of comprehension with egotistical hesitation,
that what you perceive as a cliff was never a fall at all merely the crack of a larger foot print that show you just how small.....you really are...

Can you smell the little pastries cooking down the hall
Can you hear the sound as my heart begins to crawl
Interlaced corridors of cordial metaphor
A coffee cake pace in a curious position set a forth
Can you see how sensual measures make me shake
Can you feel that you are my love's potentate  
Lost in a scatter-brained impulsiveness to force annealing
Chasing that radiant love that feels like constant healing
Knowing that it is pouring in half of your soul
Knowing that equally given will always equal a whole    
Giving all the potency of love a spirit can possess
Realizing that Love was never really a test
But more falling into a breathtaking abyss
Lost in the epicness of her every kiss

I regret every meal
I hate my every flaw
I despise how I feel
all I do is sleep and draw
nothing keeps me positive
what is this life I have lived?

I always miss your presence, when the sky is clear and the sun shines so bright,
and forever sleep so soundly, when your thunder gives others a fright!
You are my patron power, the strength I command with a warriors cry,
You may not be the father, but I will worship you till I die.

My Norwegian blood calls, to the longship and coldest seas,
I long to sail as my ancestors once did, and put my restless soul at ease.
I offer my devotion and ritual now and again, and you have always helped in every strife,
Although I'm not a warrior and never killed in a fight, I am a scholar and defend knowledge with my life  

I tested your power, when I wore a younger mans shoes,
Now I see your tenacity, and I know I will never lose.
I wait for the day, when I pass into a forever tomorrow,
For I will be in Valhalla and in your presence, there will be no sorrow.

Cryptic quotation offer shattered self-esteem
No solace for the personality flaws
Not quite the proclivity for annihilation
Yet, every stab at the paper breaks new teeth
Curious is the looker who looks through filtered eyes
Even still, there is no need to protest
An awkward moment of exaggeration
Or a sardonic belittling of subterfuge
Coordinated to change the sided nature of self
Crowned by the masses so intimately
But without a shred of deeper connection
And the line grows longer but no one knows why
Blind are bridge jumpers who love high numbers
Just like you never hear of lone sheep
Is everything so tragic…

I've tried making friends with Death
on many a dark and crimson night
I would lay in my folly
and watch as Death made his plight.
Stealing children
and mothers
and the souls of the old
watching their chamber rooms
turn murky, chilly and cold

But alas, Death does not need friends
he has told me many a time
but perhaps if Death had a hand to hold
he would not take the hands of the strong,
maybe, he'd take mine.

Death, why do you leave me here?
Why can I not join you tonight?
When you leave, you give no reason
you brush me off, and disappear
into the silvery concaves of the light.

Death, I have touched your scythe
and I want it to graze my neck
I see no future for myself here
only mist and clouds appear in your oubliette.

Death, you are beautiful
your Alabaster flesh crawls in my mind
why does no one else love you, Death?
you are perfect in my eyes.

When you stop choosing the ones who hate you
and make friends with the ones who love you, Death
then maybe
all the souls here around you
can learn to find peace when you lead them to rest.