It's the light in your eyes, that lights up my world,
and kept me hopeful, when the darkness unfurled,
so don't you ever, let that light disappear,
nothing's more perfect, than you my dear.

I have never wanted to run so far.
Never wanted to run so fast.
From someone who abuses me.
And fires at full blast.

I wonder if I'll always be broken.
Do I want to be fixed?
Whats the point in trying anymore?
If I'll only end up in a ditch.

I've wished for Illness
I've wished for pain.
I've longed for stillness
Doesn’t  matter, its your gain.

But I can promise you this
For once hear me its true
When I get out of here to bliss
No matter what, I always hate you.

How much of the world is nothing more than what we experience?
William S Burroughs believed that everything you experience in your life you were meant to, that it was made for you
He wasn't very religious but in a way I am
He argues that every opinion is both subjective and objective
Because there is always an object, and a subject experiencing it
I'm sure, however, he was a better judge of art than I am

There is nothing more bittersweet than hearing the poetry of someone who you know is about to die
But here I am at nearly 1 am
Listening to your song

How much of the world has passed me by because I'm afraid to get my hands ***** or get my heartbroken?
I talk about our past creating who we are and then I spend months pushing no envelopes and not even stepping near a single line
How disappointed Hunter Thompson must be

I know I write a lot about dead men I idolize
Yet all the women in my life whom I love are living and although many of them have gone their separate paths in life I look fondly on every moment spent and know that no words I possess can describe them.
We are living in a world completely possessed by the human mind
And I promise to be more than along for the ride

a tree
look bravest
when it grow
and branch out
in Cemetery

As the midnight air begins to cool
I cannot shut my eyes
Constant these thoughts rage on
Like a World War 2 documentary
Fully equipped with multiple
Atomic explosions
Obliterating every ounce of peace
Necessary to relax this weary mind
Of the daily repetition
That has become the foundation
Of life without a muse
Or a song without a cue
That ranges from dissonant
To poetic
All within the still frame
Of a one hour panoramic
That encapsulates the monotony
And loneliness that flows
On the cool air
Upon the midnight wind

Tomorrow was once an ocean away
Full of solemn waves and dismal tides
My insides craved for that day
When I would find a way
To hoist up my anchor of pride.
My inability to navigate the noise
Of the ebb and flow of loneliness
Was keeping me down
With my hope keeping me afloat.
How was I, an empty vessel,
to cross the complacent-sea with out a boat?
Honestly, it was an atrocity
Thought would only be solved by generosity.
I couldn't sail beneath the stars
With out any compass-ion: yours.
You made the hollow tides shift
And helped me complete my trip
All on the best ship
Friendship.