Envy

Always lurking,
those glances,
that ****,
envy.

Observing,
what they will never have,
always looking to suffer.

Searching for what they don't possess,
those empty lives,
that have no life.

Lives without substance,
that don't wish well,
filling everything with thorns.

Admiring all that belongs to others,
without knowing how to enjoy,
what is their own.

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A regretful path
Chose me
I would have passed altogether

A gained hopeful perspective

With time spoke intently
Too me and
Slowly held me in it’s pattern

You carried my heaviest burdens

When I was truly
At my breaking point
Stumbling blocks

Out of the gates

And a few races after  
Altered my direction
My centered entity  

Not for one moment

Ever swayed his course
The one
Permanent fixture  

Eventually the stars aligned

Forthcoming happiness
Was truly
On his radar

A process of elimination

Satisfactions came and went
Like the recycled mail
Outliers that never

Seemed to form a cohesive unit

Molding the
Scattered pieces
Was difficult for a long time

Valid concerns came and went

Unique emotional
Balances would
Eventually equip me to strive

I’ve stared death in the face

Of the many obstacles
Steadfast they tested
My will and faith

Rome wasn’t built in a day

Neither was I
I’ve had to buckle
Down and fight like no other

Against the obstacle courses

And jungle gyms  
I’ve had to climb out of
And carefully maneuver

Happiness is your choice alone

Evil and Depression
Will pry you open
Slowly and leave you for dead

And the blues won’t do you any favors

The worst of habits
Will ******* you
Continuously

Like a cancerous tumor

But there
Is a cure
In him and all his glory  

PERSEVERANCE is the key

Don’t fall short
Of your
Goals and dreams

For after all there is only one life

Here and just take it
Day by day
And let him

TAKE THE WHEEL AND STEER YOU

TO GREATER HEIGHTS

THAT MAYBE HARD TO ACHIEVE

WITHOUT HIM

"Croissant of Confusion"

Your layers spiral inward,  
a buttery maze without a map—  
I bite the edge, get lost in curves,  
crumbs falling like questions.  

Is it pastry or pastry’s dream?  
I’m too entranced to care which.

what once touched my hands
would never be lost
what fevered my mind
would be remembered

I stitched your name
into the skin of comets,
let galaxies swallow
my wondering.

You move
like a forgotten god
all presence,
no proof.

If I bloom
in the back of your mind,
it is only
as static,
or ash,
or a planet
that never quite formed.