You're not good at much of anything at all,
but lusting lovers and crowding tombs.
No love -- provoke, provoke.
No love -- until we choke.
And ever since
the days we spoke,
you broke between the ways...
Cinders of past lays
wake on your walls.
You sit and think of me,
as I think of nothing at all.

These days, all men of different shape and kind try to escape work,
while women conquered this skill years ago.
We had a free ride, and we threw it all away...for work.
But that wasn't what it was for at all;
it was for the principal: equality. passion.
So now, you can say we're equal,
but we've always been smarter,
and absolutely more passionate.
We only stooped so low to the working force
to prove that we could.
And we only remain,
yes, for the passion.

Maybe I've been chasing something that is out of reach.
Maybe I've been learning something that I can never teach.
Maybe I just need to be alone; solidarity.
Maybe I'll never find my love-clone; charity.
Maybe I'm just fine by myself; barely.

started young,
learned a ton,
found out fast that you can't run.

doin' smack,
fading black,
we all do crazy things, don't we?

growin' fast,
beat the past,
we all know there's no turning back.

movin' on,
singing songs,
everybody has those days...

doesn't matter what you want from me
won't sing you a ******* symphony
won't do much of anything

I've thought of all that I could do some day
won't tell you what's the price I pay
won't tell you what I got to say

know lots of things maybe I shouldn't know
doesn't matter 'cause it is so
scoped out highs and lows

just another dot on the map like you
wouldn't matter if I swum or flew
doesn't matter what I say or do

something comes out of everything but nothing
you are respected for living
for taking and giving

doesn't matter what you took or gave
'cause I'll still keep my ways
and my best kept secret is me

And when the time dwindles,
and that same body stumbles,
your world all around you
may not or may crumble.

A love-keeper's journal,
written with lust
is not a love journal at all,
bound by false trust.

But no trust
doesn't mean lies.
Maybe misunderstanding
or a misread eye.

Birthed into routine
and taught by repetition.
Opened up hearts
with new intuition.

Raised in a world
where everything is expected,
and anything different
is highly disrespected.

How much is enough?
Whether gentle or rough,
when your time is spent
and you're done being tough.

Who will spend your time?
Whether negative or right,
in the future or past,
it will be in your sight.

But can one ever-changing soul
just settle down?
Does one choose a favorite song,
and ignore all other sounds?

You may never be different,
but may never be the same,
and to find one person
with one certain name,

Would you be content,
never turn away?
Is it so wrong to wonder?
We swing and we sway.

From one love to another,
from hours to days,
I linger indifferent,
to so many things.

Love is love is love,
and we share it aloft.
Is three such a crowd,
in a bed that's so soft?

From partner to parody,
repeat, and repeat,
we go from one to another,
retreat, and retreat.

Back to square one,
alone all along,
but in the months to come,
love like a song.

Some are sick of duets,
and some like to stand alone,
and some like to see many,
and some like to see clones.

A triangle of fun,
an octagon of plays;
A partnership hole,
with so many days.

You lust what you must,
and you think what you might.
You go with your trust,
and you follow your light.

A variety of comfort,
spread across the globe,
with people being human
and that's how it goes.

Some have no idea,
and live inside the box.
Some see the sticky tape
but would rather see not.

I know my nose got longer
when the days got darker,
but all I see is light ahead,
so won't you see it too?

You know me better
when I'm close by,
but you are so far away,
so how do I tell you?

This isn't some circle
that keeps flowing,
but a bold line that ends,
so why don't you notice?

It wore me out more
than even you can say,
but you think I'm not tired,
so when will I rest?

We all do things
that leave a nasty scar,
but I see it and I stray,
so don't you think I'll be okay?

I know it's all over
and I hope you soon see,
but time is getting faster,
so won't you please hurry?

This is the post-******
that is never to return,
but always to remember,
so much that I have learned.