you used the word we today
when referring to you and me.
it was said in passing
with little thought behind it.

yet the way you used it,
created an 'us',
so to tackle my problem,

that gave me chance to hope,
to want to intertwine my fingers
with your fingers,
and after that, just see what happens.

will you sing to me when i am dead
when i can no longer feel raindrops
falling upon my head.

will you play me the cello
as you sit beside my grave,
dying shrubbery, and my life encased.

a closed casket to entrap,
encase, enclose my foolish soul
my ramblings gone stale and old -

will you sing to me when i am dead
like you used to,
when i were a child
ever young and foolish too -

your body is a corpse
                           every part of it is changeable
your face is just a face
                           the lines etched into it are nothing more
than faded memories
                           the marks of rotting dreams

do not let the limitations of your flesh
                            define your legacy
the ink-spills spiraled on your skin
                            do not limit your potentials
but inspire you as an artist
                            the colour-pop in fading black
is singing the songs of your soul
                             seeping through the barriers
decorating the canvas of your corpse

                              those ink-spots are just as much you
as the eyes that beseech me
                               your body is a corpse love
screaming for you to decorate it
                                *decorate me

Jesus is in my heart,
Jesus is in my lungs,
with each inhaling breath,
and every time I exhale

as my mind whirls about,
brain-rats spinning on their wheel,
I think of Him alone,


and so shall peace come,
as I remain still.

sometimes when left alone
and lost in thought
I catch myself wondering
if anyone will ever love me,
in a way that they'll just want to talk about
what's going on in mind -
where my darkest wildest thoughts
can be freed-

and furthermore, will they love that part of me?