I am becoming.


Perception; reality.
Every human mind has its own duality.
Our good side, our bad side;
Life seems to always get the best of me.
Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need.
So empty, of feeling,
When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me.


Without a voice, I am powerless.
Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess.
Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath;
I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap.
Words all scrambled; put them into order.
The writings of a word-thief in a mind of word-warder’s.


Left speechless, when all I say is meaningless.
The canvass is not unused, it has just not been revealed yet.
Artists are there at the start of things;
I am but a binary star upon a life made from strings.


Pull my rip-cord and let the words all flow;
Embrace the darkness we keep inside and let it show.
I am your Pinocchio.
You are my puppet mistress and my eternal muse;
I am just a thing to be used to amuse.
Your touch of love upon my love heart in pieces,
Let’s me become a ray of light inspired by your wish for a sun
And could you give me a hug please?
All light flows from your soul into me;
I breathe you in to let you see what I hide within.


I am becoming a better man, now I am being a better human being;
I am growing into the lover I always thought I could become.
You take away the fear and let me become what I should have been.
It is because of you that I am able to become something from nothing
And now this poem is written and your heart has been won…
Now my work is done.


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