I have moved in shadows where no light dares to travel.

I have stood in front of crowds, completely naked, bearing my soul, seeking comfort and not many would see me, and those who did see me could not reach me.

I know pain.

I have sat in silence, in a state closer to death than sleep, waiting to be coddled by whatever God that may exist.
Waiting for the universe to tell me that I exist.

All I got in return was the same silence I was putting out, same pain I was enduring and in understanding this I understand that the universe exists infinitely for me to create whatever of it I wanted, and if silence and pain was all I had then that would be all I ended up with.

I know pain, and because I of this, I know compassion.

Run…

Run to the edge of your pain and when you get there,
heart pounding,
thoughts racing
and your world in pieces.

Jump…

In faith, yes jump.
Everything behind you,
nothing beneath you,
feel the air move around you.
Let your mind go silent
and the beat of your heart less turbulent.
Then in a place where nothing exists,
not your ego, not your demons.
Accept death, be ok with loss,
with not existing and when the thought of your brains lying scattered all over unknown grounds gives you anxiety no more,

Soar…

Soar in your nakedness,
your weightlessness
and realise that everything is temporary.
Your suffering.
Your happiness.
All belongs to an insignificant fraction of time and that it is the accumulated fractions of these experiences that will bear weight and witness to a life lived through lessons and through this understanding you will realise that the most important thing you will ever need to do to get through it all is the simplest.

Breathe…'

Over and over...

Through love and light, we march into tomorrow.
We flirt with death through the grace of life and the time we borrow.

Tick tock, tick tock.
This O'clock and that O'clock.

We say rest in peace to the great loves that have been,
and those that never saw the light of day...

Because in the end?

In the end we learn when it's time to pack our hearts away,
to end the conversation between souls and just walk away.

Over and Over...

Like a story that never ends.
We lick wounds that never mend.

But through the men and women we have been,
the present state of being is temporary.
And through the days of our lives and with the exception of change for company...

We accept, that our journeys are solitary.

Over and over...

We march into tomorrow.

May our demons never catch up to our dreams.
May the wings beneath our feet rage on, fueling the beacons of hope's glistening beams.

May we prosper, may we laugh.
May life be gentle to us, may we love...

May we run wild in natures gracious embrace.
Find peace, find tranquility, may we find purpose and a harmonious space.

Let's be young... Yes, let's be young and stupid.
Master emotions and conquer cupid.

Let us live to shake the hand of death, acknowledge him as an eventuality and not an end.

May we be immortal in the hearts and minds of time, move with the winds of change through the future's will as it bends.

May we live, may we laugh, may we love...

Through think and thin.
I will be as light as humanly possible, even when you burden me with a heaviness no one lifetime should bear.

I will smile through the sorrow you impose on me and hose out in laughter every time your knuckles punch my spirit.

I will love you

Beaten, battered and broken, even then I will look to you and ask for a moment, and beyond that I will rise to look you in the eyes, give you kudos for a stolen moment, a small price to pay for a lifetime of victory.

I will love you when you deny me happyness, when you deny me peace...

I will not fight you, instead I will embrace you.

And in the end, when all is said and done, it is you who will have to deal with trying to forget me.

I will love you.

Love is...

That place of piece you visit where her smile holds your hand to walk right through your nightmares.

She is an illusive presence that invades your thoughts without you even knowing she is dancing with your mind.

Love is a place, love is a face. It is a memory of a future.

Love is a sunrise, love is a sunset. It is a trip to the moon and back.

Or maybe fairies with butterfly wings dancing in your belly.

It could be any of these, it could be all of them.

Imagine it as more of a lifetime of chivalry instead of a routine of complications.

It is brave, it is forever and never for the faint hearted.

It is unicorns, it is fairies and Peter Pan...

Love is...

Your face has a cold expression that resmbles the look of a desperate love clinging on to a breaking heart.

You have the heartbeat of a brave man constantly feeding a pain that sleeps in the wombs of your fears.

Relentlessly your mind searches for salvation in any thought that makes sense of the unrest that resonates deep within the origins of your being.

You have been torn apart and your bloodied hands stain the fabric of your days as you struggle to piece yourself back together.

The highs of your joys have been met by the depths of your sorrows, and because of this, here you stand, naked, alone under a lonely moon with only the sound of your bleeding heart beating in a deafening silence.

How the mighty have fallen, defeated by a smile and a moment...