The spirit is a real thing,
No matter how badly we'd like to convince ourselves this is our only stop in the universe,
Or we are a fragment of some wild imagination.

And maybe we can't touch everyone,
And not everyone we've smiled at in our lives will remember us in the long run,
But our essence and energy will linger around those who got to love us,
And the places we bought our after work drinks and early morning coffees,
Keep them comfortable,
And give them reminders of who we once were,
The presence we offered,
Soft or strong,
Something still tangible even after we've found our way into the dark.

I become
once again
the
demolition man,
falling
apart,
yes
that's
just
what I am.

I live to laugh and
to cry again
to love and
to die and
to try again
but
I spoke
too soon
dry my eyes again,
to love, to
feel the pain and
to die again.

Your smile holds the breath
of eternity
in your arms
I feel that peace
eternally
but when I fall
and I fall quite
frequently,
are you there to care
for and to
shelter me?

It's
just
the yearning
of a beating heart,
breaking in two
and
falling far apart,
waiting for eternity
hoping that she'll set me free
and stop
calling me
the demolition man.

She fell for me, too slow,
As the fabric was, off her bed,
     Slithering,
An hour late for all night long,
Few seconds close to dreaming,
The moon's crippling crescent,
The sleight, the curves of these waters,
     All pronations that are for me,
     Were for me, and mine only, only
That everything smells like fresh pajamas,
Only that this time, for a very long time,
I am waiting, and it sounded
     Like true love.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

If there is such a feeling of fulfillment, it is the feeling of accepting yourself
Whether it is piece by piece or all at once
Realizing that what once bothered you is only a memory of feeling is an amazing feeling in itself
Waking up and realizing that you love something you do is amazing
Waking up and being happy with who you are is amazing

Watch the bonfire drown to nothing
in the ink like solidity of the night
to much to care
to build it back up
lets go swimming
drink the waters problems away
its raining just a little bit
its not tears, i promise
swim into the false moons reflection
hold each other tight
as the new dawn is born
push each other away
and drown in the absence

Let the curtain fall
on this scene of our life
hear the audience clap the silence away
hear the people weep at such a performance
go back stage and put your face
back in its proper place
were the tears tears of joy or pity
did the audience clap at such a great performance
or at the fool  for thinking he was anything but
where you even in the audience
it was all for you