I'm starting to dream again
stopped dwelling in my sins
I quit fearing feelings I've numbed
since we first began
I stopped wondering when
accepted whats within
There is no need to feel complete
I can live on a whim

I don't believe in blasphemy;
There's simply no such thing to me.
A god, as far as I can see,
Would see the ugly irony.

Created it, in fact, I fail
To picture any ego frail
Behind whose name the angels sing;
The Lord of everything.

To take a life with said excuse:
He did my saviour's name abuse,
And end a human violently...
Now that, my friend, is blasphemy.

Even though you're cut and hurt
Remember
Beautiful flowers
Are the ones people choose to cut
and keep

Let's talk about love and how
It isn't
Turn the trumpets around, angels
Rip those roses, petals apart
Inside out
Lay low for the vicarious, while they're
Still doubting
For heartache is brutal and
Also causes Gout

the speed parallel of Me-These-Days
is the blur of sun
and the slide of cold night.

and they taunt me, those stars
as they wobble on the wall
and the shadows tumble in my sight.
under my lashes, the darkness grows long

in my inside out mind
in my upside down heart
learning to love lose and forget you
is this flawed art

I have to work to remember
and struggle to stop
shutting my brain down
like a tapped out beat
cop.

Sometimes there
Isn't-
A right way to live to
Do.

We beat our bones against
The rock
We hurt our hearts saying we
Deserve this.
We swim up a negative stream.
It's a channel I know well-

Yet False, I say.

A spark- it's all you have.

Small butterfly- save your wish.

It's not too late.

Prince of Shapes-
oh you hurtful
mystery,
living an illusion

flipped me around til my feet
were pointing up

closed off in doublethink how
on earth did I ever fall so...