It was the rain to which I'd been waiting;
A palid clamor in the dark
An incessant pitter-pattering
Patterning of life's blood
Awash in the swirling gusts of a storm
Booming with menacing roar
To announce its presence
The purpose of which is to restore
Natures balance
Not unlike the cacophony which breeds
A humble tune,
Tuned to the key terror and awe
As it inspires new life to grow
In place of the old kaleidoscope
That has, to this date,
Shielded my eyes
From the renaissance
Of a world
Trapped in drought

I am an idea
But I'm just a nobody

Taken with a grain of salt
I cause you to pucker

As the electrolyte
Dehydrates
Your sense of reality
Its fabric
Ripples and waves
At my intrusion
Into the certainty
Of your world
Leaving behind ghastly
Spectres
Embattled within
A war they cannot win
Nor hope to escape
As my identity

Crushes the prominent
Ignorance

Which fears wisdom
Above all else

I am becoming something else.
...
That is not to say that I am different
Than before.
Still, I feel it inside,
Like a benign tumor
Applying pressure against my heart,
Forcing my mind to work
Overtime
So that my center might remain balanced
For the duration of its growth
Which is guiding me to become better;
An upgraded version
Where my decisions are in line
With the philosophy I've always kept
Yet never to completely follow
But now is not then
And then is not now
I'm evolving
...
All thanks to love

Across the horizon a long dark grew
Faster than a rainstorm
Out of the blue
The gloom, the doom, and pale
Countered the fading luminescence
To the point that the dawn
Was nothing but quiet reminiscence
And its sad to see
But beyond that darkness
Rests a tragedy
That is tragically tied to the suns
Departure
Bringing the day to an end
That dawns the beginning
Of...
The Solitude of the Moon

Sometimes I find myself lost
In your eyes
My thoughts speeding away
As I attempt to comprehend
Your smile
So hypnotic you are,
That every breath I take
Is one less than before
Until the whole world halts,
And existence begins to skip
Like a record stuck in a groove
That attempts to do your beauty
Justice...
To no avail
And there are no words to describe,
Or define,
Every intricate feature
Which so captivates my mind
Body and soul
So completely
As to make me wonder if time
Was ever really real
Or if it was just an illusion
Alluding to your alluring
Eyes

The mind can be a powerful tool
One used for the good
As it can be turned evil
Like a Vader syndrome
We can become compelled
To do the wrong thing
For the right reasons
Because when faced with love
No decision can be easy
...
It takes work
...
And risk to trust another
With your darkest weaknesses
As well as your brightest
Divinations
Which can yield foresight
Into a future dimmer,
In contrast,
Than the slightly lighter road
That can lead you down a path
Of happiness for those
To whom which all burdens
Are shared
Leaving but one option
To which only the night
Can see

Nothing feels like never
In the grand scheme of things.
We wait and we want for those beautiful events
That cause our hearts to sing;
Such is the product of the two
That it is always greater than the one
Where every freckle, dimple, brow and tooth
Equals every individual sum

Yet never lives in the now
And the ever is most prominent
No matter which equation you design for life
The math is always eminent;
So no matter how bad
You add or subtract
A fraction of the whole may be divided
But at least its still intact