Honestly, let's face facts;
We all should care for one another as we are but don’t—
Aren’t we all headed towards a plot, six feet deep?
 
I never understood why a woman wears make-up—
Are you making a cover up for your insecurities?
Are you making yourself available for the he said she said?
Or was there a moment in your life someone said
You were less than beautiful?
And if such a statement was verbalized,
Let me reassure you that you are beautiful and no one can take that away.
 
 Honestly, let's face facts;
We all should care for one another as we are but don’t—
Aren’t we all headed towards a plot, six feet deep?
 
I never understood why a man clenches so tight to his pride—
Are you that afraid of what you encompass inside?
Are you making pretentious decisions to impress the next window shopper?
Or was there a moment in your life someone said
You were less than a man?
And if such statement was verbalized,
Let me reassure you that you are only the man you decide to be and no one can take that away.

Don’t settle—
Whatever you do
don’t settle with it is too late now,
it will fill you with regret
and leave you frozen in fear.
We all want change
whether it lies within ourselves
or those around us yet cannot accept
the fact we all strive for a change
that varies from  person to person—
So naturally the eyes of one
differ from another.

We all seek ways to be great
yet cannot work around the problems
that arise when fear arrives—
We all give in to
the fear of what others think,
the fear of what others do,
the fear of failure,
the fear of the unknown,
and the fear of every second yet to be lived.
But don’t settle—
Whatever you do
don’t settle with it is too late now
it will fill you with regret
and leave you frozen in fear.

I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how Summer's sun can clear gunmetal skies,
or how it refracts off the water
of a somber heaven—
Filling the darkness  behind your eyes?

I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how when Spring's roses begin to  blossom
the wind carries love's scent through the air
or how it effortlessly enraptures—
permeating beauty
from within the pigment of it's petals?

I wonder—
have you ever taken the time to notice,
how the cycle of Autumn's leaves remain parallel
to the frailty of the living
or how the perpetuity of their purpose
is either known of and ignored or understood and accepted?

I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice
how the Winter's deep freeze
blankets and preserves the earth beneath our feet
To walk upon in new years to come,
Or how it brings forth the warmth of family's serenity?

For as long as I could remember
I have never wanted to grow so old
That I could not get out of my bed on my own,
Take a **** and wipe my *** on my own—
Nor would I ever want to be stowed away
In some **** ***,
**** smelling,
Convalescent slash retirement home—
I have seen how those ******* places
Absorb the remainder of the faith left in your hope far too many times.
To be restricted to this "new home" away from home
Only a spec of the man I once was
With some nurse feeding me pills
and halfhearted advice about how I might live a little bit longer
If I stop doing all that I loved up until this moment—
I say simply,
If I was ever such a nuisance to my own family
I am certain I would prefer someone to end me swiftly—
I've heard a morphine drip is quite inexpensive these days.
And as for a burial send my ashes into an October breeze
to be scattered over its delicate leaves
And through death
I shall reprieve.

There is more to the sky than clouds.
I have gazed upon the facets of seasonal and natural occurrence
and never on any given day have I seen the same view twice—
I am inclined to think the same could be said about each other,
if and only if we cared to have a little more love for one another.

I have spent my days
gazing into the clouds
hoping they take form of your face—
And even with an imaginative mind
I still have not found what I am looking for.

I have spent my nights
gazing into a vast sea of stars
wishing upon those bright as Sirius
to guide me in your direction—
But still my will is lost among the galaxies.

I have spent my days
venturing the streets I was raised upon
and have expanded onto others—
Yet, have found my eyes are set—
meant for you,
and when all I see is the smile of all the other roses
Echoed are my thoughts,
a wayward symphony composes.

I have spent my nights
sitting at my desk under lampshade
waiting as if inspiration will course through my fingertips—
yet, I am only left to find myself
writing in the name of the love in which I have dreamt of,
but could never call my own.