I await the return.

I’ll leave no rock overturned.

I await the phone call from you

and yes I will demand the truth.

I await the day your eyes meet mine

and watch the pain surface like ancient times.

I await the closure.

I await the pain.

I await the exposure

to your love again.

They say if you let it go

and it comes back to you

then it truly is yours.

So why am I still awaiting your return?

my heart leads me to the darkest allies.
it walks me down through the caves of hell.
i fight the battle fields to reach the other side.
of your love and your mind.

fight for me or with me.
my heart beat can only last so long.
you might miss me.

I can only imagine.
What has stalled his passion.
Was it distrust or misplaced lust
that sent his love crashing.

I can only see
What his eyes will reveal to me.
A flicker of hope and anguish bottled,
Maybe things can never be.

What I know.
Is that through time he will grow.
His heart will beat big and strong for me.
But what time? We’ll never know.

I’ll wait until the last clock strikes midnight.
I’ll out walk the farthest city lights.
Can’t promise everything will be right
But I can promise in the darkness, our love will light.

I left me.
So I can become we.
Let us be.
Let our love flow free.

I fight with my twin.

You struggle with the scales.

We’re both torn this time

and love won’t prevail.

My opposite, my doppelganger, my sister

And you can balance but it won’t fix us.

What you seek I can’t give away easily

and what I need you won’t give to me.

My what an astrological web of disaster we have woven.

Think fondly of me, my Libra Lover.

Don’t hide behind gender.

Don’t hide behind race.

Bring your truth to the front.

And your problems you’ll face.

Don’t hide behind your sexuality.

Don’t hide behind lies.

Speak with you heart

and talk with your eyes.

I can see the pain

its evident in your glow.

But if not spoken

how will we ever know?

We a mouth to speak

and a tongue to make sense.

A brain to spark thoughts.

Yet we won’t talk about it?

Let your words be your army.

Charging through past the enemy lines.

Let me know how you feel.

Don’t hide behind lines.

So stand up tall for me, daddy.

Let me know how you feel.

You’re always there for me.

Now show me that you’re real.

People speak of their trips.
Trips of where they will go.
But I speak of music
and all the love it shows.
Music is the Poor Man’s Vacation
The Poverty stricken people’s escape,
No money to put on the table,
Holes in the wall covered with tape.
Music breaks down the boundaries,
It pushes past the farthest of limits.
It gives a hand to the down-trodden,
and shows love to all those who put within it.
Music is the band-aid for your cut.
Music is the chicken soup for your cold.
Music can be the strength for the mentally weak,
No matter what you choose Rap, Pop, or Soul.
Music has been the backbone for many generations,
There was silence before
But Music,
Music is the Poor Man’s Vacation.

What is it that I see?

Its you.

Is it you?

Is it the you that used me?

Or the you that loved me?

The you that held me close?

Or they you that ****** me, metaphorically.

Is it the you that lied?

Or the you that held me when I cried?

Is it the you that holds on?

Or is it the you that’s long gone?

I don’t know what I miss most.

You or your ghost.