You're feeling down
and it seems I just can't help.
I'm losing my mind
and this silence, how it melts
through my head, through my heart.
Sanity slipping away.
I'm hoping that you reach out your arm
before we fall too far
too far from each other
too far to save.

Slid my hand down the gentle back of memory,
Entering back into the realm of vile yet given consent,
Weighing the risks of tasting the salt on your lips and knowing that it has already bitten me in the ***,
Feeling sick to my stomach for knowing this is the most adrenaline I've had in my life...

And isn't that sad,
But we'll consider that in late night/early morning mid-April, and not now in hotel sensuality.

It's dawning on me early because my hand is cold
En route back and thinking heavy about everything between here and Independence.

Forward three years on and it's all still a mess.

Just one look
Is all it takes
And I'll go
Up
In flames
Just one word
I'll die for

And my soul mate
Joan d'arc at the stake
*******
While hands from the sky
Rip me open

And maybe it hurts
But I never felt before
And I never felt more
Never was I really sure
The way that I know now

It took dying
To help me know I was alive

Just one dream
Is all I need
And you can
Shoot me through my
Heart
Just one thought
I'll die for

My brother in ages
Nathaniel Hale you still live on
The war you fought still wages
My greatest regret
Is that I have but one life
To give
For my love

And maybe it hurts
But it feels like heaven
To know my pain
Gives the one I love
Pleasure

The way that I know now

Hug them.
Adore them.
Love them.
While admiring them.
Yes, hug your child tightly.

For you never know the circumstances later on.
Regret not the time you spend with them.
Cause they are the best of you.

So hug your child daily.
Yes, those you call my baby.
Those precious gem of loving people.

Who you loves to show off to various people?

Hug them with warmth.
Hug them with care.
Whisper to them quietly that you always be there.

the self inflicted corporal punishment
often preceded by I am sorry to tell you
while bleeding from open raw sore
nerves suddenly exposed,

you say  (like a politician losing) - "I understand"-
while every cell, molecule .... fibre is screaming.
"Yes , certainly, we can remain friends",
as you choke down bile, the spite, ***** words
and swallow them.

Well, I have done that. And after a good mental flogging,
(by myself inflicted) gone on to realize, I
was a gentleman. But, with my right hand I punched
an innocent wall, and the hole in the door attests,
two of my fingers blue and aching bent
forever-

'twas not easy

You are not my friend

Until we sing at the sky and
Your fingers run my back like
A racetrack

Until we speak like family
And the world bends to give us
Space

Until our lips touch and
Sound exits like in a vacuum and
My heart stops and starts again

You are not my friend but
I can dare you yet to overcome
That fear of yours and hold time
In your hands like you've held so many others

Like God above,
You are not my friend

To love is to commit.
To love is also to get closer
To the Creator.
Everything that you do is for His sake,
So you may be rewarded abundantly in the Hereafter.

But to love yourself is an even bigger commitment.

To love yourself means to understand your imperfections,
But always find ways to get better.
To love yourself means to admit your faults,
But always improve for the greater.
To love yourself means to accept your weakness,
But always learn to become stronger.

Because to love yourself means to understand that nothing happens without His permission,
And that we will eventually return to our Maker.
Because to love yourself means to learn to forgive yourself,
And seek forgiveness from the All Listener.