Hear the words roll off
            his oiled tongue
Sweet song spills from
            his cunning mouth
Promises ooze from
            his chattering teeth

Be aware.
Not everything you hear
is a melody.

You can live
or you can die trying

You can love
or you can hate after it

You can forgive
or you can brood forever

You can see
or you can be blinded by the truth

You can live with honor
or be consumed by it

You can laugh
or you can cry.

For all these things,
I hope you smile.

Whatever lines you choose to live by
or even those between...
you can be at peace
or at war with yourself.

How real reality can be
When it slaps you in the face
after you slap a book closed

The world you lived in for days
the world you love
the world that's familiar
ends.

You are alone
in a world you hoped to escape
so you sit and wonder.

What can I do?
What is there to do?
Life seems so... unworthy
un worthy of you.

And then a book catches your eye
and you read, the first page...
just to see
then the first chapter...
just to make sure
then the first part...
just to be certain
then you take it home
and you make it your new world

A viscious, unforgiving,
but gloriously enlightening cycle

Is there something deeper
when I touch your hand?
Do you tingle
when my lips brush yours?
Does it burn pleasantly
when my skin sweats with your own?

I need a fire
to keep me warm
to give me life
to remind me I'm human

I need a fire
between us
between our hearts
between the lines

Will you kindle a fire that will not burn out with ease?
Will you risk getting burned?
Will you favour the cold?

I possess more love
Than that which I confess
But I speak not often of such
For should I happen to falter
I fear it would test
the faith of the rest
and doubt would shadow what's left

When...

I say "I Love You"
Do not be disheartened when that is all I offer
But enlightened
For under sound of tongue
are feelings to be sung

And so...

I veil more love
Than one seems to entail
But only because
I may not confess
what I possess

The mindless ticking of your watch
rests behind my ear
it mocks my being here
it knows you have to go

tick-tick-tick-tick
only-5-more-minutes
tock-tock-tock-toc­k
he's-going-to-leave

Arms and legs slide away from me
they rustle the sheets
they seem louder than creaks
a foot hits the ground

Something wet touches my forehead
I shake
I tremble
And you leave me with an empty bed

I heart
           thats smart
I love
          not so smart
You're great
                    just wait
You're beautiful
                            how fanciful
I love you
                 is that true?
I'm not sure
                    you're on a tour
I think i'm free
                         you're not, believe me
You don't own me
                                just wait you'll see
Are we over?
                      
Of course.