It's days like this
It's worth remembering
It's not the end of the world
It's the bittersweet beginning

Blurred vision
Circumvented revision
Nomadistic indecision

There's oil and wine
Rocks amassed on busy streets
Where pleasure molds
A still life

Whenever I think that I am lost
I think about to vast emptiness of our universe
and then..
I know I am.

The light sheen
On Midnight street
Like cattle for beef
You slaughter me

It's 7:37pm
Excited
I get to see her tonight
Eyes wide open
The word is busy with itself
But I'm not worried about them
At least not this evening
I've got the answers
In my hands

The familiar smell
The subtle sound of a drizzle
The bustling people
The sound of a street band in the distance
The memories
The reveries
The realization
The end

My thoughts are achromatic
Indifference is the bane of poetry
Hard to write when you can't feel.
Hard to feel since, well, You know.

i've locked You away
Every place i've ever been
Only for You to be
On my mind again
i've buried You down
In the bottom of a bottomless pit
Regardless of how i dismiss You
On my soul You sit

Today, there's a weight on my soul
A nostalgic burden of corner stones
Foundations and ruined roads
And you know
All could be lifted
With one single, "Hello."

Unexplainable
and incapable
of certainties
in certain seas
I indeed
see you in me
while days digress
In a dim-lit departure
the depths my of soul dwell
aptly in art, sure
but when the bruises
brag and I bereave
I can't believe
What lies beneath
the brisk night breeze
and subtleties
thus I remain rattled and riveted
and never have I ever
been more livid, Kid.

I lived life and enjoyed it the same
but always
there will be pain
just when it looked up
the thunderstorm came
but there's nothing like the gleam of the street
just after it's rained

As I replicate my thoughts
recollect my intentions
and
re-seize my emotions.



I find that
Time has a funny way of distorting things.



It
revives the life that
reveals the truth that
reviles a saint..



look at now
not then..
not when..

The only way that
time makes sense.



Man, men
mice, moose
it doesn't matter really

lose that thought.

I approached this tree
something was strange about it
Almost as if it pulled me to its location
It was a fruit bearing tree
apples it seemed
But the color of the apples
was like nothing once seen
Against better judgement
I plucked one and ate it
It was the most delicious
tasty treat
When I bit into the apple
It made the world around me
bright
and vivid
It made me happy
I was unaware that such a thing
could bring such great feelings
I ran back home
Got a basket
Came back and plucked enough apples
for a year!
It was the best year..
Then
I ran out of apples
So naturally
I ran back to where I had found them
but when I got there
the
tree was gone?
I didn't understand how a tree
just left
it confused me
Afterward
I cut my losses
and assumed life would
return to mediocrity  
I was wrong
The year following
the best year
was the worst year
I longed for another apple
Any other food
made my stomach
HURT
It made me sick
soon enough
no other food was appetizing
enough.
but I survived
Two years after the best year
one year after the worst
life began to return to normal.
I went grocery shopping
for the first time in two years
I had a good time
I tried some things with different
recipes
Life was good.
When I returned from the store
I was putting my goods away
but then
when I opened my cupboard
my basket fell out
and onto the floor rolled
one of the apples
Apparently
I missed one
I picked it up off the floor
thought about it for the while
went to my window
and tossed it
it landed in my neighbor's
yard
His daughter
who was getting out of her car
walked over and grabbed it
but before I could yell at her not to bite
she did just that
and ate the whole thing
There was something about those apples
normally people wouldn't eat
a purple apple would they?
I felt bad for what I thought would happen to her
after she ate that apple
but it seems
she won the lotto
and moved to France
I must have accidentally
saved the best
for last.

"I know that doesn’t seem to make sense…
but somehow in my mind…
well, never mind, I don’t know."

Another day I wake up
Realizing how absolutely astronomical
It was that we met.
The series of events that had to occur
For us to cross paths-
The eventuality of our friendship.
It's mind boggling.  
You slowed down time.
Your smile dimmed the sun.
Your heart was unmatched in it's ferocity for love.
He destroyed you.
Now you're gone and I've no idea where.
Love you.
I hope you're ok.

It's 1:00pm
Drowsy
Alarms ignited
Eyes stuck half shut
The world- one o'clock half struck
I'm not afraid of exhaustion
At least not today
I've got the answers
In my cup

To me- She was the Sun
Giver of life, colorer of worlds
To Her- i was but a grain of sand
On which She walked

It's 7:24am
Asleep
Aspirations decided
Visions are clear
The world is benighted
I'm not scared of the dark
At least not this morning
I've got the answers
In my locket

It's 5am
Still awake
Desperation subsided
But still can't see
The world is deafeningly silent
But I'm not tired
At least I should try
I've got the answers
In my cabinet

my thoughts
digress in a demon like departure.
my feet are simply no longer beneath me.
While You have both; i have none.
God really does have Her favorites.