lost in a world of cries and commotions
disregarding dreams and fantasies
the sun and moon in constant battle
yet, what do they do
to the one who loves both?
the wildflower may bloom
in the light
but, it vitalizes
in the dark
the battle continues
this prolonged war
creating a schism
between all that is not the same
realism becomes rules
imagination is insanity
there is no longer any harmony
minds become drowned
as peace disappears
and, tranquility no longer exists

I am the king of bad jokes and cigarette butts.
I'm holding a beer in my left hand and my pride in my right,
take them both, for I no longer have need for the one in my right
and I figured you were thirsty.
I hope that on your journey home, you experience the fact that love is not just a word.
That we were put on this rock for something more than the bubble sized universes we shove our insecurities into.
I hope you shrug off the pain of the life you've lived and sweep yourself off of your feet.
know that you are worth being loved.
all of you are worth being loved.
if you're reading this,
or hearing it,
or writing it,
or ignoring it,
know that you are worth more than what the world tries to tell you.
know that this thing called courage is a double edged sword, both sides sharp with the intent to pick you up off of the floor and to keep moving because the weight of my sorrows have crippled me more times than I'd like to remember,
and my feet bare callouses from my lack of sitting still,
and my journey has only just begun
so can I share it with you?
will you share yours with me?

If what I gave would serve to satisfy
that push and pull of splendour,
seated in the throne rooms of my heart,
I think my life would trickle to a halt.

what was i thinking?
it's always been you.
my mind is scattered,
my soul is battered,
but there's light coming through.
maybe i already knew:
it's always been you,
but now that i see,
i see nothing else
except the times you see me
when i see the truth
that it's always been you.

the flock
the oblivious, idiotic flock
oh, simple sheep
what do you think you see?
a flower?
a bird?
the vibrant rays of the sun?
you romanticize the dark
you believe you can bring light
to the pits of the shadows
but, you're foolish
look closer
and, Death will show herself