your love is like a candle
untroubled to handle
crafted with senses
your candlewick heaves
and chases untimely
blue and smooth
it trails divinely
melts under my touch
and dresses down
a molten savor
weak and steady
it lugs me flavor
uncharge the flame
in the cold throughout
that shapes me with form
then burns me out
scorching and
heavy; a vibrant tone
never here to stay
but it's where i go
when i'm alone

If he had loved me,
      Maybe I could feel him now,
                    Or maybe not.

what does it sound like
that feeling of helplessness
fatih falling to the ground
all hope
lost at sea
past thoughts floating around

you can’t say things will never change
your emotions change like the tides
fast and predictable

the footprints tell all
each step making an imprint on my heart
more like a dent
a dent that will never fade
like the seasons
just keep coming back

its unstoppable
a love that was never right
a tide that came to close to pulling me in
underwater

it was never meant to happen
we were so strong
my anchor

but my anchor is now underwater
too deep to save
to rusted to recover
just laying at the bottom of the uncharted sea

Some come out as moths and burn up in the flame
some come out as butterflies,reach the sun,
they burn just the same.
I came out,a six foot sloth,not
a butterfly or moth and
I remain, never reached the sun or
burnt up in the flame,
my life is quite pedestrian.

We are the witless wanderers.
Pondering our own existence.
We are Thieves to time and his borrowers.
The future that makes the past get tense.
We are common without sense,
sentenced to life in the prisons of conscience.

Oh conscience, conscience, where would we be?
He Said:

“ I’ll tell you if stays just between you and me”


“We’re in the depths of dying giant.
The hand that once fed, says
we’ve became too reliant.
So we’re going looking for the silent,
who’s quiet is loudly defiant.
We’re looking for those heads
that find soft beauty in violence”

And so we travel on true
through pockets of our history.
Making moments into marvels,
bland realities into mystery.  
Picking up the tongues of the witty,
the lost voices and drifters.
We take the eyes of the pretty
and the patience of the listeners.  

We take the hearts of the false starts,
that long another redo.
Let them no that its their part,
Life is really but a read through.  
Theres no failure, just behaviours
we regret and will learn from.
Theres No angels or saviours,
just our selves to earn from.

But whats within us is holy,
holier than now. Now is just
never in the time frame of forever.
And  you can take your time.

So Take It.

Take the clocks hands to his face and make him brake it.  
Take this world to its creator, and watch him forsake it.

You can take your time

SO Take It.

Lost in the midst of the daily grind,
One of these days, I'm quite sure
That as I write what's on my mind,
I'll write a poem I've written before

if there was only love and hate was in the past
then all around the world love would always last
there would be such happiness for each and everyone
sadness and despair would be for ever gone.

just a world of love would be a world so free
no more war or violence would we ever see
just a world of peace for each and every race
then the world would be such a better place.

Have you ever been so happy with someone?
But you hid it from your family
And one day they finally find out
After all the things with that person is over
But your family won’t drop it
And continuously bring it up
As if you did something wrong.
And stress overtakes you
And you just wanna run away…
To that person..
Because that person,
Was the only happiness in your life
But you know you can’t run to them
And you can’t run away
So you’re stuck home with your family judging you
And you cry every night.