I know, not,
Who I am,
Finding you,
Felt like,
Finding me.
In you,
I see day
And night.
And I want to be
A part of that.
A part of,
Everything you want,
Everything you love,
Everything you are.
Am I selfish?
I know, not.
Because,
What I want,
*Is you.

His eyes,
Not a soul could look away and ever again feel the same.
In them, I see galaxies tumble and collide in a colossal manner, untamed.
Why look up for the stars at night, when his eyes,
Seem like they were made just for me to seek.

*His smile,
Brightens even the most darkest of days,
Worth a million tears cried, just for him to spark a flame and let it burn in me
Golden, can't even put together words
To tell you the magic it works through me.

His cheekbones,
What a wonder, such perfect ensemble
Of bones, flesh and muscle, like a dream embodied.
Sculpted by the hands of God, it must be
His personal favorite, no doubt, but this one's mine to keep

His hair,
The darkest black you can conjure up
From the darkest nights you've seen.
Lost in it, almost, while playfully toying
Such fascination with even the simplest parts of his being..


His voice,
I can't explain what it feels like
Without getting my heart to skip a beat.
Deep, and soulful, all in perfect tones,
Here I am drowning in his, almost, surreal entity.

Tarred roads, paved and smooth
Make more room for a man to loose.
Life conjectured and price unpaid,
The walk is easy, but not worth the chase.

The rough and riddl'd, charred plains
Through vicious and iniquitous terrains.
The struggle, molding a better man
Finding his way to paradise one day.

The clock on a wall in a dark room,
The sound of its chime filling the silence.
In the centre, under the only light,
He sits in a world his own, consumed.

He stares at the white screen
Twisted love begins to take its toll.
Wondering if she could've seen,
He can't take this silence anymore.

And in his head, his unrequited love burns his soul,
A girl, faraway can't see him whole.
He writes pages and pages of a bleeding story,
One, he knows, is an instinct of self pity.

Stoners charm, means no harm
But can't let go of his mommas arms.
Read those words, feel alarmed,
Holy cow, he lives in his barn.

And with his lonely escapades in his sleep
He dreams of something that cannot be.
Maybe he just needs his love to be seen
But he sure doesn't know what it means.

But what it means, is sinister
All these advances she didn't consider.
Sitting in his lair , one *** offender,
where did that come from, I wonder?

Drunk on love, looks so cheap
His mind on clockwork, working fantasies.
And to his stories, he'll add her name,
And like a predator he'll stalk his prey.

She'll forget him, her mistake,
Rejection of beauty, he can't take.
In the depth of the night, awake
Drunken love, a fools grave.
A love letter, from his blade.
Unstable Mind, he can't wait,
Touches the screen, wipes the slate.
Confession, of what he made,
Colors of a life led to waste.

Her eyes looked into his
And she knew for sure
Where she wanted to be.
And in those eyes, they ran,
Free, in the sunflower fields
Sunlight streaming through,
A blue sky over a golden valley.
And this vision entailed
An unparalleled dream
He saw her as such
For  the demons in her
And for the woman she is,
Her song for him to sing.
Her heart longing,
Her soul, searching.
Her arms longing
To reach out
And make him,
Her own
*Forever...

Her eyes skirted off in to the distance
She was all too accustomed to this silence.
Her shadow followed her, maybe the only one
She picked at the ends of her dress and looked at the setting sun
Her eyes were anxious and her lips quivering
Her face pale, as she sat by the river, singing her song,
For no one to hear and no one to care.
Her voice echoed back, and for the first time,
She knew she was alone.

Her eyes were now fixed on the dancing flames, sending smoke upwards.
With every ounce of strength, her heart fought hard to break free.
In her head, it was chaos,
A chaos only her mind could comprehend.
She'd sit down to write and stare at the blank page
Always wanting her life to be made in to a book
But inside, she was a mess, always questioning,
How incomplete everything felt,
How she couldn't fill in the empty spaces.

And like the wisp of smoke spiraling up to the blue sky
*All hope she had, said a last goodbye...

Was it so long ago
Under the old oak we built our dreams?
So tiny, we were,
The world seemed like such a big place
For two dream chasers, like us.

Was it a thousand years ago
When you in all your innocence
Said that you'd check under the bed
In all your childish valor, and clear me of my fears?

Do you remember,
When we sat by the cold stream
With the water running through our feet,
How you picked up a few daisies
And crowned me as the queen?
And how I picked up a stick
And made you my knight of honor?

Remember running back home,
When it got too late,
Scared your old man, a drunk,
Will beat your Ma and make you cry?
How when I waved good bye from the next door,
All I hoped was that you'll make it out alive
The next day.

Was it so long back,
When we lay in green fields
And looked up to the blue skies,
Dreaming one day, we'll make it up there
And never have to look back in tears?

Flying paper planes and trying to catch our dreams
Doesn't seem so long now,
That you said goodbye
*And made it first to what lay beyond the blue skies.

Rain, like a mighty shower fall upon this barren land
That doth the hungry landscape receives with open arms...
To drink till thirst, quench'd and forgotten,
And life rejuvenates into the ***** of the earth, to fix all that is broken...

Patronizing our morality
We live out lives in pretence and lies.
Our judgment shallow
And receding in wisdom.
Slaves to a system ruled by our fears
Blind to affliction and silent to tears.
Severe addiction to false promises
Prey to a bureaucracy feeding off our dreams.
Divide, rule, **** and procure
Reveling in madness our minds create.

Hard to dream of flush green meadows
Blue skies and quiet days,
Where the songbirds can sing their ode
And daisies are but plastic
That bow to the sun in awe and wonder.
I dream of a day when you and I
Can hold hands rather than rage wars,
Where money is not out ruler
And our morality outweighs the vice,
Where humanity is raised by selfless deeds
And peace is a language of our hearts.

I cast my eyes on to the shoreline
Allowing waves rolling in to wet
White sand stretching out almost infinitely.
Gulls flying off into the horizon
In a quest, mother nature set.

Dressed in white, sitting by the fire
The sparks fly out and meet the air.
Lost in the silence,  
Listening to the waves
Of the blue seas,
As blue as your eyes.
As the moon takes its place
On the night throne
And the stars align
As an ancient ritual,
The air gets colder
But warmed by the fire,
My eyes heavy,
To sleep I surrender.

I lay my head back on earth
And lose myself in a dreamscape
Where you fill a certain absence.
And into the depths of your eyes, I fall,
Spiraling,
Tumbling.
As I pick myself up
I emerge out of waters.
And like a powerful force
You, drawing me closer.

Waking up to a distant rumble of thunders
I look at the dying fire become embers.
Smiling to myself knowing
Today I'll come home
To see a blue sea
In your eyes.

As the stars resume their place in the night sky,
And as the warm breeze of a small town spring take its course.
As birds of the night come out and sing their song
And as the quietness of the evening takes us along,
I will sit with you here under the moonlight.
We'll listen to the music of our hearts,
Let our minds entwine and surrender.
Maybe see our dreams play its role,
Maybe tonight,
We'll stare into each other's soul.

Incredulity
     Is our *greatest enemy.
The truth subjected to disbelief*.
One day it will be our downfall,
Then they'll sing tales
of how humankind
failed.

I am haunted by my fears even in the morning sun
And irrevocably consumed by some daunting shadow.
At night they come in forms of terror
And in my disdain I cry and shiver.
Lost in an illusion my mind sowed
And in that realm I die a thousand times.
Tethered to life by a thin rope
An infinite foot fall to the unknown.
Those lines are waiting to break
The fog rising and the lights dimming,
Darkness engulfs and seeps into my blood.
Now in its arms I find solace
This paranoia feels like home.
This darkness sparking a storm,
And with the storm comes chaos
And in that chaos, *my mind revels.

When you thought you had fallen
When you thought you were broken,
When you couldn't smile anymore
And this pain was all that you knew.
When the soft falling snow hurt you like thorns
And that breeze of air ****** you into darkness.
When you said love couldn't exist
And that friends were far too few.
That life seemed endless and without meaning
And every breath felt like fire inside you.
Maybe if you could open your eyes
And unclench your wrists,
Leave your hair out
And let the wind
Take you where it goes.
Maybe give life a chance
And your dreams a part.
Maybe believe in yourself
And all that you're worth.
Maybe forgive and forget
And love and trust.
One day, I swear
It won't seems so bad.
One day, I know,
Everything will be alright.

There's a certain kind of silence
When you sit in the grotto of a church
Far from humankind.
In moments of prayer and solitude
Focusing on an entirely omnipresent entity.
The sound of silence,
No, not complete and utter absence of noises
But that ability to shut out the unwanted voices.
And in the midst of faith and wonder
The chirping of birds
The crickets and squirrels
Leaves falling softly
And life bursting with unhindered ecstasy.
And in that moment of silence,
Wrapped in awe and profundity
I could feel my spirit rise,
The silence cleansing a wearisome life.
Making me humble myself to a prudent God.
This life given is a gift to uphold.
No words could quench my awe of His awesome glory.
This silence is one that stitches all my broken pieces.
This silence is one that sings of peace, love and mercy.

Lost count of these momentary lapses
When my mind decides to rendition,
A reflection worth procuring
From the depths of an endless abyss.
Lost in a whirl of rising smoke
I plead the incoherent fools to take their leave.
The world needs introspection
Not silent admission.
Looking beyond the horizon
I humble myself to the infinitesimal universe,
Feel so inconspicuous on a grand scale of events.
These eyes of mine crave for the wonders
Truly searching for the grandeur in living.
These eyes of mine seek a purpose,
The purpose of being.

I see your sadness
The pain inside.
Your insight of life
Is of a profound fashion.
You have a spotless perception
Of time and regard.
Yet you fell prey
To the tricks of life.
You chose to condescend
Rather than transcend your plight.
You numbed your pain
At another man's loss.
While you stand there
Defending your actions,
Maybe let a thought slip by.
The world is not your enemy
The truth is not your ally.
Look in the mirror and see
The tyrant you have grown to be.
Your own shadows
Are waging a war against you.
Your own mind has given up
To insanity.