I’ve spoken my truth but the melody you hear is never so smooth.
Crackling of the glass, shattering of the base beneath your feet.
I’ve stepped back and you’ve retreated back towards your heart.
You’ve cut the thread.
Red silk linen torn into minute shreds.
Red pigments contaminated with bitter lead.
Lacerations paint me dark cause I gave you space to focus my love for you but you perceived it as it wasn’t strong enough to hold on to you.

I choose to be incorrect in this moment.
To lay in bed with my sins.
To unveil the red bottle of champagne that has been fermenting on the counter hidden in the locked away room.
I choose to fall in love with your silky brown buttered eyes.
Your cinnabar coated lips.
Your cream flavored skin.
To sing along to the crescendo of your thighs.
To ride the waves of disaster to the burning of my home.
Reconstruction is not present in my mind.
I’ll keep igniting as long as these feelings don’t subside.

I put my fingers to this screen, pen to paper, a retrospect connecting two beings.
I paint modern Latin into charcoaled emotions. Digital inked expressions raging to be exclaimed.
A grey ball burst into a colorful mess.
I’ve finally begin to enjoy the flow of images that have been clustered inside this membrane.
Scribe my boy, scribe with the madness that has detained you for an inconceivable amount of time.
I cry as this ecstasy is so refreshing and this sorrow is so sublime.

I pray upon the codes in time.
I beg the stars to shine for me.
To strut across the sky in recognition of my eyes.
The grey hands twirl around my spine.
Wringing me into the absence of light.

Fighting the curtain that’s closing over my heart.
I want to continue the act.
Let the light radiate my face one more time.
I want to experience the nervousness of all eyes peering onto me.
To overcome the bubble that sits in my throat.
I want to feel the ecstatic moment when my feelings are flushed on paper.
I can’t seem to halt this momentum.
It seems my passion is hinting at a finale.

It is not wrong to love someone endlessly.
To shatter in the thought of the loss of that person.
Cowering in fear of that person departing is a very natural reaction to have.
Loving myself hasn’t been enough for me.
I love her.
I think that is a courageous act to know that you love someone so much that if you were to lose them, it’s imminent that you would crumble.
I enjoy the thought of that.
I enjoy being in absolute love.

I refuse to know you through a digital point of view.
I wanna see you unfiltered on the first take.
I wanna hear the first words that sprouts from your mouth that you think is a mistake.
I wanna see you before coffee in the morning.
I wanna see you when you’re having a lousy day.
I wanna see the organic flawed person that show their true feelings.
Let me see the beauty behind the mask.
Your true self.
For human sake.

I’ve become selfish with my poems.
I’ve started not to care about the quality of them.
“That’s so beautiful” they would say.
Now I just want it to be unappreciated.
I don’t care for the oohs and awes.
Those are the times when I would write for others.
Now I write for myself.
This a ugly mess relating to only me.
To write about how I truly feel.
To care not what others think.
Like it or love it.
It’s no longer significant.
The long extended detail poems are contrary to how I feel now.
A man of few words.
The words I know are no longer adequate.
I am depressed and I never knew that poetry wouldn’t be enough to describe my situation.
It’s made me selfish. I don’t care to explain.
I just reluctantly strive to get over this ****.

How genuine of you to only think of my value in a transactional view.
As we debate on the topic of generosity, strolling along the lines of what the attributes of an authentic person is according to the confused world’s unstable dictionary.
It’s simple you see, you see digital scriptures that explain the indicators of what such would appear as and we all forgot our own flaws, the construct of what makes up human beings and it is sickening to watch.
It is the most despicable traits that are being championed.

I wanted to expand my art.
I thought of many ways of how you make me feel, many images populated inside of my head.
I thought of how I could write this into words but a painting or drawing would be better.
How could I describe when you entered my life?
I thought of love and happiness.
I thought of the sweet smell of clean fresh air entering my nostrils.
A cup of hot Ethiopian coffee paired with the morning sunshine.
I thought of many things but I wasn’t happy when I met you.
I was the graphic of blue.
Blue like the deepness of the night.
Blue like the absence of light.
I was utterly blue so sorry but this is my imagination of you…
The golden hand with a picture with red hot liquid pouring into a deceased blue heart. This is your meaning.
A human capable of revival.
So with the love that I received from you, I offer it all and more back to you.
I love you.

You find yourself coasting through a dark ocean and nothing but still air.
There’s no enjoyment in what you feel.
Everything just filters through.
Anger isn’t anger.
Happiness isn’t happiness.
As if you are numb, even being numb doesn’t feel like a feeling at all.

I’ve been swimming in a mucky puddle with my mouth open wide.
The soiled water keeps rushing in.
I place my hands over my face to reflect the downpour but it still continues to breach my blockade.
I’m so exhausted, I’m pinned, I’m fully expended.
I accept it because my legs are too weak to stand and my arms are too numb from opposing.
Thoughts cross my mind of ambitious attempts of freedom but my eyes are too hazy to see the light.
I fall weightlessly to the solid ground.
Hollowed or rather expired from my dissolved resolve.
I’m withering in the bright of summer.

I’m guessing whenever I feel a strong emotion I should take notes.
I don’t have much left.
I rarely feel them.
So I thought if I inscribe them, maybe they’ll be reminders.
Reminders that I still have a trace of an organism in me.
Because my world is pretty gray and even my words nowadays don’t have much expression.
You could probably see the vacancy in my face.
I find my conversations are very vague and everyone around me has a name.
And my soul is such a hollow space.
My heart has froze over.

Do I shoot for greatness.
Do I attain this face that is a form of entertainment.
Do I give up on the me I’m comfortable to be.
Is it a fair enough exchange of payment.
I don’t really know anymore.
I just know I don’t wanna remain like this for sure.

I’ve risen from the pits of the black and grey lines that thwarted my compositions.
Weaving through this muster that left a stench to my soul.
Awaken from the rumbles of the machine.
No longer will I devote.

Sing me a sweet little song,
So I may run along in the grasslands.
Play a banjo, so I may tango on the web I’ve been stringed upon.
I want it to be tasteful, pacing myself to watch the corners of life as my peers zoom to the ending.
Cause I rather count the days than years so I may witness it all.
I want to see the bees land on their runways and birds chirp on Sundays.
Days turn to nights and roosters and owls preach of their good mornings.
Walking on the path with no intention of getting to anything.
I’m committed to forever cause there’s no reminiscing in the end.
Everyday I’m one because the clock resets and time begins.

I looked into various eyes and I’ve never seen a sparkle that shine so bright that brings a new day to the evening of mankind.
Breathing a new chemical that is an enigma to the human mind.
Perceiving and defeating the way we were taught to fight...for what’s mine, when I’m yours, piercing through the hurt of this looping curse of a life that seems to come with endless strife.
But when you stepped by my side, I felt something ignite inside like a flash of lightning hitting the churning tide, ripping the earth and stripping it of it’s futile pride.
A timeless game we play, chasing the wind that’s behind our face but you’ve stirred the wind to maintain its pace so we may say our grace and enjoy this moment like a whimsical child.

Victimized by these crawling shadows on the hollow wall.
Breaking within to devour the limbs of the divinity.
Poised with sickening noise of the silent screams with the eye twitch that seeps a little desperate note.
Needing a tube to stay afloat over these fruitless waters.
Hands reaching to beguile the living to take a dip in.
Take a sip, learn the darkness of the tip of the cliff that leads to the scenery of abyss.
Root your heart in this dilapidated space.
That provides a tune muted with serene scarcity.

Last night I walked through another dimension in my mind.
I woke up with a knot on the tip of my head.
Reminding me that I am not strong but my weakness is powerful because while I am fragile, I am malleable to my own cause.
I will swerve, I will turn, I will stand tall against the odds.
Because in moments of being broken, you’re open to a new you. A new you that’s meaningful to the old you you blew through.

What are you waiting for?
A spear to your heart with the tip soaked in my poison?
Deliverance of an an ointment that covers the wounds you committed?
Piece together your pieces that you’ve scrambled to make you more interesting?
That’s not my fault that you’re so pinteresting.
If you thought that your actions are your own and praised the disagreement between us was a blessing then you wouldn’t be so incessant on finding love. Cause you’re as toxic as the proximity of a bomb that is stepped upon in a community of thugs. Telling you to risk your life so they may go home to their love.

I never spoke to you before.
How are you doing?
Are you feeling at home?
I’ve ignored you for so long.
I’ve never tried to grab a guitar and play you a song.
Is the temperature right?
Do I need to add some ice or turn the heater on tonight?
What’s your favorite thing or two?
I’ve been doing me but I forgot what you like to do.
How are the people around me?
Do you find them interesting or do you just like to be alone?
Because they are succulent that leave you dry as a bone?
I want to know.
Is there a place you would like to go?
Somewhere where the raindrops are like blessings when they touch your nose.
A place you can retreat and let the tears flow.
Or somewhere the sun is beaming that leaves evaporated snow.
I want to know who you are because I am confused who I am and I am lost, I’ve walked too far.
Asking for your direction.
Hello? Can you hear me?
Is this working?
Testing...testing...testing.

There’s a definition for love that I don’t quite understand but I’ll try my best to comprehend this feeling when I’m holding your hand.
Our fingers intertwined is the combination of our emotions like the yin and yang sign.
These brief intermissions between my heart that skippeth announces the moments of me living.
I giveth unto you, permission to do with my affections as you would like.
And if you hurt me, that guarantees that I felt something.
I melted like a molten lava streaming down the ***** of a volcano.
Spiraling like a red tornado.
I will never forget the meaning, because you are my muse.

Experiments checked to see if thee are worthy of heaven.
No heaven sent, no intrusion to your testing.
We must watch, calculate, observe your human behaviors.
You must show us that you are worthy of no damnation.
Placed you on Earth, named you worthless so you may create purpose.
Oh we are not certain if you are going to survive but strive human strive for your day in your heaven.

I’m so confused about this world.
In my head, it’s burning with the invisible flames and the matters of concern isn’t so beneficial to the earth who has formed a pact with humanity, in which we humbly don’t deserve.
We churn the molten lava that scorches the dirt.
The rivers that overfloweth is the cleansing of our actions that have negative impact on the land so the watery mountains climb above our heads and imposes it’s own sanctions.
The once cooling wind became a scythe of disaster and it blows in a twirling direction because we’ve failed the moral inspection, the natural laws we have broken and described it as progressive evolution but we are primitive beings that are naive.
We closed our eyes for a long time.
We see but we are blind.
Imprisoned on the outside because the inside is not a thing we try to adjust.
We combust, reactive to the moments that are insignificant.
Practicing soulless desires to confide in to complete our attire but we are forever naked.
Forever afraid that the psyche is too strong but who controls it all?
Is it God?
Is there such a thing to call?
It is beneath you, above you, it is all.
Remember.

I have the information you need.
But you walk by me.
Not noticing my face.
I am just another random.
A needless human being.
I can speak.
I can teach.
But I look as if I contain insignificant speech.
You reach beyond your vision.
See me in the your side mirror.
I am filling.
Not as empty as this game makes me out to be.
I wanna talk to you.
I want my point of view to come across to you.
You just rather keep going along but you’ve missed a valuable moment and now you’re stuck in the loop because you’ve ran passed me.

These sinister looks paving the way to the underworld.
I silence the crowd of the untold.
They whisper amongst themselves a despicable gesture.
Quiet the noise that’s been ventured unto the ears of *******.
A passage I’ve create for the free minds of rebellion.
A light, a year, they will acknowledge.
That the star of their earth had biblical knowledge that they didn’t follow.

These streams of water are displaced,
A river that flows, knows no direction.
Unaware of it’s state, it pours as if my brain is a cloud and the more pain I taste, the more it rains.
My breath becomes shallow, my heart hollow, I skip over oxygen, drowning in my own disaster.
The pen shakes as I am lost in definition of these earthly concepts. However, my fingers as if of their own consciousness, copies and paste.
I say unto it, “will you continue to write my dying words, when the love you’ve given me, would be lost in return?”

Standing in a vivid display with these sprinkling lights on your beautiful face.
The twinkling in your eyes, that lucid gaze, packed in tight with an elusive smile.
Led with assuring confidence, you wave your tides, with a concupiscent style.

I came before your petals had bloom.
The grass would assume that I watered your flowers.
I wasn’t responsible for that.
You found some way to deep aqua from the underground as naturally unsual it may be.
I just had my face in hand as your jasmine flowers grew.
As you became an astonishing woman.
A woman beyond measurable clue.
What are you?
An abundance of love.
A presumably undoublty covenant in the hope that you remain that angel that inspired me to be.
To be more than rain from above, showering with a day that you remain in your shell.
Remain unkept.
Dwell on the moments that the psyche doesn’t intercept.
We’ve normalized retracement.
Idolized the impact of a non-profitable commitment and I’m not one.
I’m not a human that strives on the wave.
I’ve bounced, I’ve danced, ive denied the logics but the population remains unsaved.
But I am with you.
I’ve been in loneliness but you’ve broken through.

Did we ever understand life?
Understand why some clouds are stagnant while others are in motion?
Why the Orion’s Belt doesn’t seem to change from it’s position?
Why peace must be attained by war?
Why there’s over a billion of us but the concept of soulmate seems so futile?
Why we pray for change but want to remain the same?
Why we don’t  acknowledge each other’s differences but want to be accepted?
Why love has guidelines but no one can achieve it?
Why everyone’s so infatuated with conversations that incorporate logic when nothing makes sense?

Plugged into your circuit board,
Nerves dancing,
Attached at the umbilical chord,
Push passing the cynical void,
The limiting moist,
The visiting noise,
Eclipse in the moment,
Insist on the phloem,
A prolific opening,
Resisting is coating,
The heart of a sonnet,
Dismisses the concept,
One...Two...Three...the inevitable poison,
Runs through my face,
Through my veins,
Your lips are laced,
Tainted with nectar,
Painted lectures of love,
A sensual objection from above,
From around, beyond, engaged,
I no longer am myself,
I am of two,
You aren’t you,
Because you and I are but one token,
A motion of tranquility,
Phasing through,
Fading blue,
With a sense of red,
Breathing in exile,
Conducting with abundance,
We are an inseparable crate,
A speck of pleasantry,
in infinite space.

Chills that engulf,
Fire sign love,
Lightning in writing,
this slow aching pain,
Music that bumps,
Silent cold flames,
Pointless aiming, blaming the same.
Humans.

There's a pressure in the side of my head,
The water that swooshes and drills the walls,
The pumping of erosion,
The lining that swells,
An ocean of hurting,
a river of death,
It is pulsing, combusting inside my big little head.

I feel your exponential face,
It was so eloquent,
It shivered the leaves that fell from my reach,
Those kindle speeches you gave,
A whisper from everyhwere,
In silence you were there,
You blew your heavenly kiss,
An enigma you are,
There's pictures of you and I on a wall,
Traveling the world,
In different dresses,
They are such a sight to see,
But sometimes the disasters you bring,
Kills me,
I will always love you,
Because I will bloom again from a new.

Dear son,
According to society...you will not be **** but it is my job to teach you how to change perspectives. While it is your mom's responsibility also, it is mostly my duty as your father to educate you on the matters of treating each human with the utmost dignity and respect. I once grew up in an environment whereby I was taught to judge and it caused me to be close-minded. However, I will not encourage the same in you. We live in a society in which women are degraded and it aches me. You should be accepting of each and every one. You should get to know them before you carry on judgment because in doing so, you'll miss out on great opportunities of learning from that person. I once stared into a woman's eyes and I seen the pain and while I wanted to fix it, I couldn't. It was present, it was causing her misery, it was despicable, but I couldn't do anything and that my son should cause you pain as a man. While we advocate for some things, we don't tend to try to comprehend the wonderful figure of a woman as a human being. So in this short message my son, you shall love every and all women. Love them all and not in the way society wants but look deeper into each and every one of their souls and while they may not understand your sympathy, you shall give it. Because in staying true to that, you will find the woman who sees your light and she will walk towards it.                                  
                              
                                                                ­                       Sincerely,
                                                      ­                                 Your mentor

I declared us friends,
You were upset,
Why would you be against it?
In a world of dudes who eroticize you.
Who look at you as a being of ****** use?
A tool to lubricate theirs,
A pool to lay their waste in,
I am a fool for being in my place,
That I seen a cake that I won't taste.
I guess that makes you uncomfortable,
It wasn't my intent to make you bruise,
I don't think less of you,
But I value you,
I cherish you,
I won't let the virtue of a woman sink,
Because you are a queen,
And I am not worthy of being your king.

Coming out of this mood emotionally,
Praying devotionally,
Couldn't sell myself because I'm soul-lessly cheap.
A token for my innonence, repented my sins again,
Sinister events, waving my pennant so grant me my wish,
Make me a kid, cause I disapporove of my independence,
This intelligence was a propaganda,
These moments aren't sensible,
This status isn't credible,
I'll take cents over the million views,
So help me get through,
The evaporation of my presence.

I’m not familiar with these words,
Paints a red image of bloodied lust,
A beating of drums,
A river coarse that tunnels with ecstasy,
Glittering with fairy like dust in the dungeon,
A potion of serenity,
Created from the unlimited fountain,
Shaken with a professor’s touch,
Pitted on electrical buds,
Sending the current to mainframe,
Such a combustion,
Oh I drinketh too much.

I’ve slithered into your ear,
I’ve found your nest,
Your eggs seem rotten,
Clean your lair,
There’s gunk on the wall,
You left remains on the floor,
It’s so cluttered in here,
Why do you need this?
This is useless,
Get rid of that,
There’s no need for two,
You’ve caged it,
Why save it?
It’s dead,
You seem to be confused,
Should you choose it,
You shall lose me,
Maybe you should,
Just let me go.
Stake your vote.

Your name sits so elegantly on thy tongue,
But amnesia has strucked,
The hazelnut stirred coffee skin,
The gold strings,
Your soul piercers,
A display of your taste,
I can’t recall much,
The scene stop existing,
It was a reduced outline,
The melody silenced,
I listened to your song,
I gazed at the notes,
I followed the patterns,
I grasped the  staffs of your existence,
I consumed your procaine,
I pronounced the letters,
But I forgot your name.

I’m so obsessed with my past,
So I neglect my future,
Staring at *****,
Staring at taillights,
So I don’t get ran over,
Chauffeured around staring at these lights,
But refuse to take the steering to steer my life,
Afraid of strife,
Afraid I stand,
On a road I planned,
But so obsessed I am with my past,
I walked away.

I play blackjack in the dark,
With my counter,
As I watch the clock,
He sounds the notion,
Reminds me I am hypnotized by it,
So I place my head back down,
Staring at my hand,
Lost in this...
Lost in this...
Lost in...
I lost track of my mind.

I commence the blank of your mind,
To clear the swarm of tides,
The scribbles that seeped its way inside,
That beam through your gray eyes,
That creeps on the floor and sit at your window,
Ready to jump,
Making last calls,
Beginning to lose it all,
So you may die,
And begin to live a new life.

He is here.
Be careful of him.
He whispers in my ear.
Now he is in front of me.
He places his hands on my shoulder.
He ask what my brother said.
What did he tell you to do?
To ignore me?
To despise me?
Turn around.
Face me.
I am you.
Are you scared that the devil has the same face as you?
I was never here to begin with.
I always wore the face of you.
Are you afraid?
Do you shake?
That you are capable of disaster?
That you are an evil if you let it happen?
Blaming me for all your problems?
How dare you?
Blame non-existence for your apparent actions.
Love me.
Kiss me.
Hug me.
You’ll never find happiness unless you join me like your good apparatus.
We're one.

May nature stand tall,
The trees rejoice,
The clouds swing in a linear swirl,
Spirits that are distant,
Coexisting in an ill-mannered purity,
With no significance with what knowledge has been attained.
Knowledge is a desire to be endlessly insane.

I want to be like the wind.
You cannot cut it.
You cannot contain it.
You cannot stop it.
You cannot hurt it.
It is nothing.
It is everything.
It just exist.

I lay in this bed and I wonder,
How does that cold floor feel,
How does it feel to be alone,
Not knowing when your next meal is.
How cold it must feel to seek shelter under inclimate weather.
To see humans like you walk right by despising you.
How does  it feel to not have a family.
How does it feel to not get a hug.
Not getting any love.
Not even a touch.
Not even a what’s up.
How does it feel to feel so much pain but still want to stay in this wicked place.

Did you place them stars in the sky?
To levitate above this thoughtless mind.
To inspire me to shine bright like a candle.
And pass the light that I dear call mine.
To give life a lasting fight.
To blow the fire out.
To ponder on it.
That there’s more beauty than sunshine in a mere paradoxical dark knight.

Drowning your pain in that 12oz isn’t big enough for all that hurt.
And in every sip, you drink the sorrows.
And you remember the pain, you wanted to forget about tomorrow.

Oh let me out, it says.
Oh let me spread like a Phoenix Fire.
Let me dance outside.
Let me inspire.
I’m clusterphobic.
I’m in one room with no bed.
Let me out, it cries.
Let me get a glimpse of outside.
See the sun rise.
See it fall.
See it all.
Stop keeping me inside your head.