You're like the harmony in my sad song
Tapping my feet while my melancholy sings
I hold your name at the tip of my tongue
Savoring it like my new favorite dish
Your eyes are the ones I get lost in
Finding the peace to guide me home at last
The best thing I have ever done in my life
Was to let you to course and pulse within me
I was the bit of darkness in your bright room
But i want to be the log that feeds your fire
The one that keeps you well lit year round

all things arguably
for one reason or another
such a pain
deciding who to trust
look em in the eye
they say the windows
to the soul
dam foggy windows
I say.

My poetry,
is selfish
The dead
never stay dead
Twisting in their grave
No peace for rest
As I sprawl them ungracefully
Across my page
Dragging them from depths unknown
To live once more
Amongst my words.

Something something
Very very bleak
Ill tides are always
Waiting at the beaches
Of our days
Or so it seems
Through my pessimistic haze
Some find succor in the past
All I can do is laugh
There must be a silver lining
Somewhere around here
Isn't there always.

I have good excuses
for all my crimes
as a judge I know
who deserves and who
does not
so I will take
and give in the certainty
of my morale authority