I acted.
Harshly,
'Tis true.
But is that all that maters,
When one judges an action.

I let go.
Wrongly,
Of my control.
But is that all that maters,
When one judges an action.

When an intention is sincere,
And an action wrong,
While others condemn both.
What matters.
When one judges an action.

Ay, the action was wrong,
But what of those who condemn for their own benefit.
Is it right to contend their words,
Or should I bare,
For wrong action done.

How does one judge oneself,
When no standard holds.
When,
Nor your mind,
Nor others' mind
Gives you anything to stand on.

Why is it that we can be jealous of a thing we pushed away?
Is it because if I can't have it,
I don't want anyone to have it.
Let's call it,
Her.

Even though:
This jealousy is unfair;
To her,
To me.

Arms invite your embrace
Your warmth spreads outward like a wildfire
The rhythmic exchange of the invisible life force dancing to the song of your heartbeat
And I can feel it
The song
It plays hard and passionately and begins to alter the meaning of my own melody
Calling me
Pulling my attention away from my demons
My happy sad
I trace the ripped edges of your being with my fingertips
Slowly mapping the masterpiece before me
The ups and downs of desire diluted by a divider
A wall
A transparent one
And the transparency of your truths shimmer not unseen through the veil of pure ecstasy
My happy sad
I break the veil
Brushing away the curtain fallen over your eyes
And I see
Nothing but emotion
Raw, timeless emotion lost in the treasure island of your mind, clambering to an escape
I grasp for your hand, that sweet instrument of divinity
And I trace the map
My map
My explanation
My happy sad
And you smile
Not at the map
Not at me
But at my soul
Eyes piercing to the depths of me
And suddenly, I see you
Like clouds uncovering a full moon
I notice the mayhem surrounding
And I want to cry just looking at you
My Happy Sad

R. I. P. poi,
They said.
I wasn't sure what that meant.
You face only vaguely familiar.
Then I walked in to school...

Twas no ghost town,
Twas the town of dead.
Sullen forms gliding along.
So I wasn't down with grief.
But I somehow felt like I'd blasphemed.

We'd walked the over same grass.
Been taught by the same teachers.
Bumped
into each other.

Yet you were faceless to me.
No name,
No memory,
Only guilt.

Maybe you felt like me,
In the lands of Hades.
Walking through asphodel.

Nay.
From what I hear:
You walk Elysium.

why is it that
you still plague my mind

even thought i'm sure that
i've erased you?

Don't think about her,
They say.
Don't think about a pink elephant.



Yeah... you get the idea.

But it's worse if you've seen the pink elephant.
Such a thing does not leave your heart easy.

Sure, you could think of a blue elephant.
But I,
I would feel guilty.