shower (n.): a place to practice the words you'll never say

I imagine your lips,
I'm struck,
A kaleidoscope of memories

lips (pl. n.): another word for home
*(see: familiarity, beauty)

Seems I'm unintentionally hurting everyone today
I'm sorry guys (and girls) it wasn't meant that way
In some cases its cause you pushed me
I'm not that great a guy, now do you see
In some cases I said it not meaning to be rude
But it seems that I had the wrong attitude
In some case it's because I'm afraid to trust you
Even though I have no reason not to
I'd give up my heart just to take it all back
But its impossible, so I'll let my vision fade to black
I'm sad about it now
And I wish I knew how
To tell all of you that...

Dear love , my moon
Unreachable star
Far from my grasp
seems to be where you are

Distance and time
Have no meaning when we're here
Alone in our heaven
I wipe away your tears

Away from this world
In our world together
We float hand in hand
Adrift here together

What shall become of us
If only we could know
The night is our secret
Till the suns rise calls us home

Oh world why, do you keep us apart?
Do you not know
What we feel in our hearts

Two hearts together
Beating as one
Neither will stop
'Till the other is done

The fates have a plan
Of that I am sure
What else could it be
For two hearts kept so pure

So sleep well my love
'Till the morn breaks the spell
And we wake not together
Alone in that Hell

But be not detered
For the night closes fast
And we'll be once more together
Together at last

Nothing to lose,
No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse.
Let our words move to a groove.
For a world will see.
What the written word can be.
Stronger than the might of a sword.
To stop you people getting bored.
Listen out loud.
Yes, all of you in the crowd.
It's time for peace.
Put down your guns.
And let the violence cease*.

Therefore I’ll watch the clouds 
drop down the rain. As I dig out 
the best of words from inside my 
veins. Spread my thoughts using 
nothing but a poets feather and ink. 
While I try not to blink as to watch 
the people of the world drop down 
their silver swords. and harmful guns. 
I’m not saying we should all act pure like 
nuns. Now let’s start off from where we 
begun. Nothing to lose, No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse. Believe or not 
I’m writing these words without even 
sipping on ***** or listening to jazz and 
blues ~

The every day of us poetically  inspired catches
in spasms an un-living thing
inspiring light and treasures we rearrange
writing lonely in the dark we seek to reignite
catch that  fire again that
word drab when heard rearranged
with our desires our dreams and
add a little fire  within to it  while
we change reality a bit at a time
into poetic dreams.

I read so much poetry about love yet I've never been in love
But I'm not sure if I want to be
Full of longing and sadness
Is it better to have loved and lost than have never loved at all?
I'm not sure
But I've never loved
And never been loved.