I don't believe in having a clean room. I don't believe in having a perfect complexion, or always having the right thing to say at the right time.
Because for me, beauty is in the chaos of everything.
Those times when people get home so drunk that they leave on their clothes and don't take off their makeup. They wake up with crinkled hair and a messy look on their face, confused. When people are in their most innocent state, so completely consumed with a feeling that everything else fades. When they aren't trying to be someone their not, not trying to keep up the facade of being the person with a clean room and a made-up bed. The people who are crying so much that there's spit and tears everywhere, but keep on crying. I fall in love with people in their most chaotic moments, because those to me are the beautiful.

When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.

When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.

When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.

If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.

I once told you that you were my sun
But after awhile i realized,
you were my universe
And I was just your moon

The moon
Who gets light from the sun
Who gets replaced
By an even greater
Brighter
Star
After 12 hours

I was the moon
Who once brought
light to your night

I was the moon
That was out shined
By the sun

the orb of light is my destiny.

in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night

when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen

come embrace forget pain.

be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.

caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free

the orb of light is my destiny.

Hail to thee, thy restless Queen
       Shan't let her subjects down
For these things, she has seen
   She bare thy heavy crown

In our black & white battle
  A pawn took her rook
            So she lept to her saddle
To behead pawns & crooks

She rules by her rules
  As she captures his knights
        Jesters and fools
   Cant distract her this tonight

For thy queen
   Shan't find sleep
In this kingdom of hate
  Her word
     She shall keep
She will have her Check Mate

Amused
  By my muse
The Knights tale
In pale beams
As mourning
  Brings bright light
Leaving nothing
As it seems

    A wake
In my dreams
For the sake of
Lack of means

It's astonishing how difficult I find it to transform my thoughts into ink these days
I don't know how to say it
I guess I never have

Maybe my emotions were conceived this way
To be introverts
To hide in the cave
Where it's nice and warm

I do think about you often
morning midday midnight
Almost as much is the fine grains of sea sand at the shore
Often as my heart softens

I sometimes wonder whether this tortoise computer is a blessing in disguise
Because in the interim as I wait for her while she toils to open a file
I get pirated somewhere in the horizon of your aquarium horizon eyes
Hark, for in that interim
I'm lost in your sweet alloy love
Here in your Turquoise Horizon eyes.

With every breath
I feel the kryptonite continue to smother my heart
Slowly but surely
In this miracle
This is my part
The ostracised great kid
It is then that you're at your pinnacle

You've always been my hero
But you're the first
The first hero I know
To hurt your followers
Except I've always been your only follower

Since the day you took my hand
And walked me through the forest, tight gripped
When we got to the desert
It took it's scorching toll on you
And your grip got weak
You forgot that there was a child holding onto you with his life

Even though you trudge Along
I know you'll get to the end
And when you do
I hope you'll still love me when we reach the forests again

Even though your Monday-blue eyes look at me
And send me spiralling down into psychosis
All the way down
I'll send you gamma ray messages
Saying,
I'll always love you.
My hero

I've been so lonely;
My body now enjoys the feeling of being only.
It's almost like my soul has become numb
And it don't care no'more
Because this love that you promised me
Doesn't seem to exist at all
And apparently there's a fee;
I get to watch what it feels like to belong
While I sit amongst everyone
and yet feel alone.

Du-dum...
Du-dum...
You hear that?
I do
That's a heart beat
I know
I know because when I look at you
You look away
And when you look at me
I do the same
Past each other
A sneaky sway
Hoping not to be caught
Not to link
A fight that has to be fought
A heart beat that I hope
And obliviously ignore
That isn't somehow intertwined with thine heart
An honorary fight between two foes
Heart and mind
Turning a blind eye
To the beauty of that instant
Where it feels like energy surging through the air in synergy
An electrical connection
Maybe enough to solve the worlds problem
An instance that maybe, just maybe would paralyze even the great Michael Angelo in awe.

Somethings can be known but never be spoken by the mouth,
Only to be communicated through the language thee eye shall speak.
Du-dum...
Du-dum...
Do you hear that?
Shhhh,
It's a truth that may never be told
Never for anything to be sold
But it is one that l'll always see in thine eyes