There is no maddness
Greater than worship
Blind crush in church

Atonements touching
Opal magic blushings
Simmering gloss lusts

A master and his words,
Never sleep never rest.
They flow as the day is long,
Beating out the best.
The words are the master,
And the master is his word.
For both must flow together as one,
Or be gone.....gone.......gone.

It seems mom texts more than she looks me in the eyes
It seems my brother watches videos more often than he watches me strive to be a good example for him
It seems my dad is too focused to point out the mistakes in my papers than to actually see any type of meaning behind them
And none of them know how many poems I've written
No one knows just how many tears have been dropped on every handwritten page of words that I hope one day might actually make a positive influence in the world
No one knows how much I want these poems, these lines, and these words to actually connect with someone
Anyone
So I guess I'll just keep writing
I'll keep searching for the link between our eyes
I'll keep trying to be the influence he needs
I'll keep writing meaningful papers until they click with the unreached part of his mind
I'll keep writing
I'll keep living every moment
Writing every thought I think good enough for someone to see
I'll keep going because I can't stop even if I wanted to

Alas, I am only moments away
Be quick and painless should you be    
Coward I may be but sweet
Departure will set me free

Evergreen my soul shall remain
Forgotten my name so let it befall
Go my shadows and run free
Hurt I shall no longer feel

Iapetus bids me farewell
Janus takes my hand
Keres caroled hymns of a psyche finally joining the band
Loving the way that fate has been cruel

My steps begin to falter as
Nostalgia suddenly embraces me
Once more I am at the cross roads
Played by to suffer forever I will be

Quest of mine, I failed you
Reaching for eternal bliss
Seduced to cut loose
To be far away from my own inferno

Understood my reasons will never be
Vain your pleas will become
Walls of Jericho crumbled down as did my spirit
Xenophobic our world has turned out

Young and carefree cease to exist
Zealotry towards living shall soon come to pass