She leaped
Proof exists in actions
I followed
Not in thoughts or theories
She promised me
All pens run out of ink
She'd hold on
All pencils need to be sharpened
My hand grabbed and caught air
How am I any different?
She strayed away
The tingling sensation of nothing being there
Would I hold onto her?
The winner reaps the benefits
Should I follow?
But when both are losing, who gets the prize?

Tempting looks and a desire to care
We create our own environment
Rain water, plant trees, combust air
Knowing truly what we meant

Don't ever escape my grasp
Hands clasped, lips locked
My eyes focused on you
There's no words I can concoct
To describe the beauty before me
I am humbled in your presence
I am mesmerized by your elegance
We write our own story, design our ending

Two simple words will fulfill my dreams
(I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,)
Please present your hand as my knee bends
Your eyes are tearing, So will you?

"Promise?"
Your hand grazes my arm
Traveling down to cup my hand
Forever locked without harm

I look at you and breath escapes
You held a hammer to my lungs
Paralyzing my throat and thoughts
Unable to speak, a bell never rung

Standing idly beside me
Your head nestled perfectly under my chin
The missing color in my masterpiece
The missing layer underneath my skin

Squeezing gently, I can feel your rhythm
Your heart creates a soothing beat
While you peer deep into my eyes and soul
Blue strands engulf black

Your swift glances at the cane
Suggest a detail of curiosity
And a hint of generosity
That you often try to feign
You're old and slowly growing insane

Gray hair and aches that deter
As you stumble up the stairs
Often wondering if it's ever fair
How your life passed as a blur
Weighing consequences that never were

Children married and passed away
Grandchildren pay no mind
There are no family ties that bind
The relations that have already decayed
All this leaves you with nothing to say

You're decaying
You're dying
You're growing
You're relying

...On someone who's not there.

Mr. Custodian, why must you be so?
You're my caretaker, for what? I do not know
For I am six feet under, safe and secure
The worms are my friends, darkness I endure
Amongst the dirt and dust, I am protected
Though on that grim day, my light has ended
Mr. Custodian, I am safer than you
Inside my casket from what men of life do
You polish my headstone, for that I thank
It won't weather or crumble, but what of that tank?
Though I have passed, I feel the plight of men
Mr. Custodian, take the hole next to me, God Send.

I can feel it in my breath
The brisk air filling my lungs
Autumn's embracing a season's end
Foreseeing Winter yet to come

Leaves are gathering at their mothers
Swiftly carried along the breeze
Colliding and combining into each other
They are sorely missed by the trees

Children with pink runny noses
Jump in neatly raked piles
Despite what their mother imposes
They are constantly filled with smiles

I am trying to find my piece in this
Where is it that I fit in?
Am I just a leaf falling amiss?
Where's the pile I fit within?

I'll slowly leave my branch
Gracefully slide through her fingers
Coming to a rest on her hand
Dry up and die but forever linger

Chapter I - I Carve Mountains
In vain or not
You will be stopped
Cast off into my words
All the discrepancies
That connect and bind us
And always blind us
But i will take your hand
You can take your stand
Words form platforms that carry you
As my thoughts incite, Oh they do, They do
Carve mountains with my pen
Chisel away my friend
The bridges that depend
On every hook and letter
For worse or better
Opinions of you
Whispered in ink
Shouted in melody by the strings
Vibrating on my life
Notes casting stares at your face
Along the musical line, they race
They know you
All too well
Oh they do, they do
So please excuse my faults
As i decide to figuratively tear you apart

Chapter II - I Dig Lakes
Ah, but if I carve mountains
Then i also dig lakes
Pits, Hells, Natural and Man-made
The abundance of all resources
Centers around my calloused hands
My unforgiving metaphors and similes
Shift and shape my doctored land
As my skies fill with the brightest of blue
The darkest of seas wash over you
God-given or not, this power has no control
I can try, Try I must, Engulf me whole
As my own seas carry me onto new land
Embracing the warm comfort of a new hand

Chapter III - I Excavate Graves*
I say my last goodbyes
As you're lowered inside
The grave I excavated
For your fidelity belated
Fantasy of ideas and love
That i once believed in, but never was
And with this metal shovel, I bury
Your mountains and lakes, Oh how i worry
For your conscience and points of view
Of everything that i wish i once knew
I cast you out onto your own
This is the life you have sewn
Raze the bridges and all that i've built
Everything with the stroke of a pen, i willed
Flatten the snow-capped mountains which i've carved
The soft landscape changes, So very far, So very far
Fill the lakes with your lies and words
Everything between us that has occurred
With the flick of my hand, I will evolve
Create and ultimately solve


This riddle.