To illuminate the
criss-crossing alleyways and paths
of which its part

Until this thick burden
Eats all of you dry.
I remain the living
torn shrapnel of paint.
I've seen where we should be.
And I'm not alone.
Here in this garden
Truth will be shown.
Before all the roaches.
Before all the lies.
Before all the temples.
Call blood from the sky.
I am no section.
I am not whole.
Where is your face?
This shadows a forge.
Yet I have defected.
And call out your threat.
In brown eyed seduction.
You'll fear what you get.
Yes I should have killed you.
When I had the chance.
You fear confrontation.
You fear our last dance.
In no reply message.
I will hunt you down.
No matter how precious.
I'll force under ground

I hear your lips speaking.
Your breath slowly creeping down my spine,
So overwhelming, It cannot be a crime.
I hold you, you know me.
Temptation, you *******.
For this isn't our first time.
The hearts heavy beating,
Our eyes steady meeting.
For we are young and in our prime.
Tongue tickles mine, tickles lies, tickles line.
Our minds filled with hope and our hearts to divine.
A hand on your hip and bite on your thigh.
A dose of high notes leaves me begging you tonight.
Eyes forced behind lenses and hair summer blonde.
My hand convincing me to force your head in the pond.
A soft beat, limbs moving, half heart interceptions.
Put your hands up while I check you for weapons.
You know I love you and there is no question.
Please promise me safety from your subtle deceptions.
Tonight I love you.
Tomorrow we die.
**** all the gods that look down from the sky.
A hand on your hip and a bite on your thigh.
The sin that we live drops angels from up high.

Dear Diary, can you see me?
Can you feel the pain I feel?
Can you feel the pain through my words?
Will my heart and soul ever heal?
Dear Diary, can you tell me,
Why I feel so sad?
Why my father did this?
Destroyed all I had.
Dear Diary, can you help me?
Can you erase my life?
Can you make me happy?
Erase all my strife?
Dear Diary, are you there?
Can you set my spirit free?
Can you **** me, Dear Diary?
Can you make it ok to 'be'?
Dear Diary, can you help me?

Kinda forced myself to lean.
From 25 to 17.
I mainly love the way you write.
And hear your voice through phone tonight.
I can't deny your pain and fear.
I wish you knew that I was here.
The little time that we have spoke.
I'll tell you now, it struck a note.
Although it may be rather new,
You call me Jon, I'll call you boo.
And even if you sleep on me,
I'll take this seed and plant a tree.
Good Night.

A river flowing against its course
As if to floss
Its rare peculiar uncanny ingenuity
A notable case study of ambiguity.

An estranged lover unceremoniously
Literally butchering his offspring mercilessly
In cold blood
For having been dragged through the mud.

The undercurrents of change overriding
Entrenched seemingly myopic tendencies which aren’t binding
Causing irrevocably reversible state of affairs
Care not to be caught in the crosshairs.

A hopelessly optimistic romantic
Head over heel in love with the mystique
Aura of eccentricity effortlessly effused by
Her, she indeed worth a try.

Myriad circumstantial conundrums
That is cause of the inevitable humdrum
So characteristic of life
Answers a trifle few and the lackluster enthusiasm rife.