I want to know your story
I want to know the context
In which our faces met
in a sweet assault of one another

I want to know where you were
And what lead you to the spot
In which I asked you to dance

I don't want your number
But i want to see you again
In some other time
Just as spontaneous
Electric, and consuming

I only know the image of your face
In a dimly lit room
Like so many other dimly lit faces
I wish to know more

You run by me like a train-
Bound for the edge,
Of my last day.

My clock betrays
Me in my sleep.
And I have no recourse,
For what has passed me by.

You are relentless
Even in my softest days.
You surround me
But I can hardly grasp you

There's something to be said
For all the things you do
Even the silly things
That make me smile in my sleep

You've seen my every step
And shown me how to manage

The first ones
The fast ones
The tough ones
The slow ones

The ones that made you laugh
And the ones that made me stronger

But there's a few more steps I have to take
Up those steps to shake a hand
And hear my name read, at the stand

Society deems this as the moment
We part our ways
But only our bodies, not our hearts

You won't be there to fold my clothes
Or keep my dates
Or even talk to me
About my day

But you will always be there
As the one who loved me along the way
And the one who raised me
To the man I am today

I hope to never see a time
Where I don't miss you-
The precious women I call:
Mother

Twisted, Slow
his brain works
fumbling with the puzzle
he can never quite solve

His mind bends like the river rapids
winding, grinding, snap!
like a child on the on/off switch
his mind flips thoughts.

Trying to escape the psychosis
all the delusions and false conclusions
that badger his rationality

Whatever is left of that chicken soup brain
wanders around his jumbled thoughts
like a man lost in the amazon

Stimulation sends him spinning
gives him thoughts that frighten,
and tighten the grip on his mind

of love, devoid,
Paranoid
Schizophrenic.