A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

Do you remember?
When we're watching the sunset
You hugged me so tight
Like you would never let go
Now it's just a memory

It’s unintentional but for a moment
What follows after is designed for pain
The daggers from my mouth are automatic
And I know exactly where to aim

You’re breaking the emergency glass
But it’s all too little too late
You’re standing in a bloodbath
And I’m running high on hate

The boiling in my blood rises
As love gives way to rage
I’m burning it all to ashes
And taking you down in flames

Run out while you still can
And don’t try to be a hero
I’ll say what I can’t take back
To make it all even clearer

You say that I don’t mean it
And I try harder to scream
You don’t want to believe it
But this might be the real me

Last night
I googled your name
And found out
That you're one of those kids
Who got a thousand friends
on Facebook and
Hundreds of followers
on bluetweety and I-gramy
Then, I checked
Dozen of your photos
Your  moments
Captured in places that oh-so-fine
Your fancy friends
covered in diamonds and pearls
In a party with celebrity

Sighed,
I realized
That
You're a luxury
I can't afford

i can only do what i can do
what inspiration tells me to
writing it down without thinking it through
i believe that's the way to be true

i can only see what i can see
the burning flame inside of me
letting it pour out and letting it be
i believe that's the way to be free