I never understood the sound of a heartbeat
the relentless BA-***, BA-***, BA-***
so draining and grating it makes me numb
BA-***, BA-***, BA-***
until we finally succumb

I never understood how people die of a broken heart
the break is not physical
it is not actual
it is not real
it is just how you feel
right?

I never understood why love was a two-way street
shouldn't it be a fork in the road converging
becoming one-way once we finally meet?
but that was because I only saw my side  
I had know idea how our paths were going to collide

And I still never understood the sound of a heartbeat
of all the beats why two?
I never understood it
that is... until I met you

Because you were the second beat
that puzzled me for so long
You were the second beat
that kept me going strong
you were that up beat
to my favorite song
and you are the second beat
that made my heart belong

and now as a widower
I never heard that second beat
a murmur it had become,
until I saw her again
on the day of my death
went the Vitals screen went
BA....BA.... BA.... buuuuummm

Never express,
Only repress
Then repress
then press again
feelings aren’t not your refuge
But your refuse
Bury your feelings
But the heart only goes so deep
So break it
Let the trash seep
but when you’re at that breaking point
Don’t try to mend
Just spend  
On some form of escape
Find you pusher
And your favorite femoral eye drapes
Never fix
just get your fix
got it?
Good
Need another?
I knew you would

I think I found the one
but which one did I find?
so far this fairytale's plot
is at once upon a time
feels like I'm back at 4 years old
with my sleep on hold
waiting with bated breathe
to see how this story unfolds
this is one of those road trips
where the phrase "Are we there yet?"
will never come from my lips
because this trip is about the journey
and I am in no hurry
As a child I used to go and catch butterflies
but now I catch them
every time I look into her eyes
I not trying to be Kraft Mac-n-Cheezy
But I'm falling for her deeply
all I know is
ONCE I feel her embrace, mind body and soul, and  
UPON seeing her smile and hearing her laughter  
A blanket of her warmth tucks me in, filling my holes making it    
TIME to say happily ever after

A picture is worth 1000 words
and if a picture is a still of motion
wouldn't it be absurd
to try and describe an event or emotion
through the spoken word?

the spoken word is not in compliance
with emotion and feeling
I see her as golden as the silence
two beings only being
  
All I want is to hold her in my arms
and have a conversation through our embrace
I want to get to know her
through the landscape of her face
I want to feel all her cuts and scars
and let her feel mine
and see if the torn pieces of our hearts
could ever intertwine
all of this, without a word
ever being transferred

today's cliche
was the marvel of yesterday

this message is brought
by those who fought
for lover's lane is now a vacant lot

I heard that at it's birth
lover's lane encompassed the earth
like a grand equator
the ultimate curator
of all things love
but then a dark mass came from above
it was a ball of cynism
and under the haze of malaise
created a schism

then like ripples in a pond
the schism ripped at the bond
that held lover's lane together
maybe it was cynism that allowed the darkness to see
that lover's lane was only real,
because of ideals held within you and me

the darkness knew it's route
was to first take root in the minds of the people
then gives it's followers the suit
and make the corporation it's steeple

the suits were faithful to their creed
called the gospel of greed
yet there was still a need
that they had to feed
happiness
that money could not buy
and believe me they would try
and try, and try
and try

deep down their apathy
was agony
happiness the supreme ideal
but all they wanted was to feel
anything
they went to their vices
such as cellular devices
that created a virtual reality
that could make them virtually happy
for once they could virtually say
they were virtually ok
virtually
not in reality
the reality was they were desperately trying to forget
they were sardines trapped in the net

the net was growing too
misery likes company
but really loves a corporation
but what were we to do?
it had spread across the nations
lover's lane was shrinking
all we were thinking
was could love ever thrive agian?
could it even survive? when...
the darkness was so thorough
containing lover's lane to merely a borough

we tried to make them see
all that love can be
we tried with all forms of art
wrote, and spoke from the heart
but the suits were indifferent
they just didn't care
I realized then and there
that I'd be just one of the few numerals
at loves eminent funeral
wearing a suit
and after a tear, I'd start my commute
to be the corporation's next recruit

you say love is your religion
but that is a lie
because love is a decision
and what did you decide?
to make your bed a church
and instead of love,
you went out in search
of a body to rub against
to try to force a spark
that deep down you sensed
wasn't there
making love, does not make love magically appear
love is not a physical act
but how you act
when lust is exalted
true love is halted
then your temple will fall
and if from the ruins you build a wall
around your heart,
it is then that your religion will truly fall apart