God was the homicide
that killed a whole world
over his jealousy of man's will not to
bow to his corrupt virtues..
He had planned every life and every sin
was his masterful collusion with the devil.
For both were one and all, two sides of a coin
that always landed on its edge
and no one was the winner.
Definitely, a man or woman who thought they
were a creation of purity.
But if they were a creation of the beginner,
The end was always a plan to fail like an image,
it was never perfect but a delusion
of a copy that like its original
corrupted by ego.
As it knew every breath, but still sent every baby
to the hell of inescapable torment.
As it was its plan all along.
That no souls reached its peace,
but the torture that it watched on its throne
above and sighed,,,
That this was its creation, an image of self...
And it knew it was the master of every moment,
and they all leads to hell.
Even though you could feel it
fathomless than your soul.
We glimmered into each other's lagoons,
and for that finite moment we
swam within the moment of the
That even though you were
bleeding out, we knew that
we were one the blade, you, me
I didn't pull it out,
as I knew id lose you.
Instead, I shredded my shirt,
collected it around the wound
that was never meant to be.
I was a killer of many dreams,
but you were the reality that
awoke me to the possibility of u and me.
As u bled out we wrote a story of what was,
could have been...
911 was our ring tone of love,
And the ambulance was the church bells
of our blisful joyning.
When the investigation of our meeting was
We were together,
the scars of both united of us,
that we were meant to be.
But love has many sharp edges and we both
had a blade under our pillows..
Sweet dreams were balance on serrated edges
The restrictions upon my self
worth, never the right, write,
of what I wish to show you, u, me.
That even though I don't cry or
scream, I'm swaying
every sentence I write, right to
the point that there was never
a chair to hold words.
Instead, I bleed my word, pain
with every stanza that collected
beneath holding me up.
Until I wrote so much that there
wasn't just air beneath me but solid
meaning wanting to
hold me higher than that which
may make me fall...
She was never the one,
I wanted her to be...
Giving her all of me,
never asking for a thank you,
or even do you want me....
All I wanted was the smile,
the curvature of her lips to
say I like to be with you...
But I couldn't feed the hunger of
my heart with the maybe's
She was never the one,
I only fixated on her curvature.
Giving in to my insecurities
never asking if I was the one.
or even that I mattered to her.
All i wanted was to be loved.
The curvature of her heart to
mirror the image of what id
imagined our love to be.
Bee stung in the reality that i
wasn't her nectar,
more the annoyance that she'd settle
for to sting
I was a ****,
never the flower....
Only the one swotting her away
Whoever thought the fly was the prey,
never thought it was a diversion..
The sacrifice of one
for the many...
So many wings flying through threads...
till the spider free falled to the death
of inevitable fate...
but always give everything.
No one will ever
understand you unless...
You let them swim
in the reality of what
We all swim in the same ocean.