black or white, the ideology is often grey!
lost or abandoned, chosen or forgotten,
runner or drag-racer,
the empty bucket,
the data forms,
the Pyreness of their love;
the cry of an unbroken heart;
the little laughter of an innocent one,
perception abound, intelligence incorruptible
gentility, a mistaken identity.
the roaming panda, the separation that is youth.
it's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.
time makes more converts than reason;
and the children suffer the wrathful inklings.

If it, were not
for such an exquisite smile,
blessed with such lovely lips,
graced with such amazing taste -  
                                 my heart would be mine.
For I am left,
enchanted by your flavor
wishing only for more,
for that, I am awaiting.

Internal fires
all a rage
Maybe it's time
to turn the page

Your words to me
have become so trite
Some time alone
would be a delight

You walk the earth
to deceive
I think it's time
for me to leave

Love and devotion
is what I need
Not to incubate
a poison seed

For us there'll be
no horse and carriage
The time has come
to end this marriage

A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays

Sometimes
my mind
clouded with doubt
owns me
broken by reality
like drone
these e-motions control me
this roller coaster ride, called life
got me feeling butterflies inside
instead of face the light outside
I rather curl up and hide
but thanks to my pride
i just let things slide
off my shoulder like a glacier

Don't worry, girl
I'm not going to cheat
You will be my morning sunrise
You will make my air pressure rise
You'll alleviate the worst weight that strains my soul
You'll be the grass to a knoll
You pierced me like paint from a paintball pistol
Don't you worry about a thing
You can be my favorite thing
Since Sour Patch Kids and Baseball

Beneath the heavens
Where stars once swirled
Do all now sleep
In death unfurled