Feared friend of mine, why do you knock upon my door

Is it not enough that years escape me, memories are weak?

Shadows under my eyes caress my cheeks with darkness

Lines appear to form maps of my life, creases of time

Grey is my new colour, thin becomes my skeletal frame

Arched over is my posture, slow long shuffles are my steps

Feared friend of mine, why do you knock upon my door

Like a butterfly in motion, priceless is your elegance.
Heaven blessed the angel that chose to share my path.
For no wrong doing aluminates from within what is you.
Trespass my heart, own the key to my soul, be who I am.
Grasp me like a dying breath, touch that special place.
Spare hope for me where sadness of others lets you down.
Lift me with you, on whatever journey should fall your way.
But most of all, never forget
I love you.

As a young man lies diying, fallen victm of mindless gangs
One more stagers the night layden with spirt of an acholic kind
As one more small child has lost thier trust to a sickned guardian
One more has ceased their life from mankind’s ability to starve

As one more women is forced to submit love she has not offered
One more is lost to the domestic hell of enraged beasts, called man
As one brave soldier falls to the sands giving his all for our freedom
One more crawls home to be forgotten, his disabilities seen as weak

I think to my self what a wonderful world

In my dreams there’s a love so lost that an empty void could not for fill that of which I crave
Lusting for something but finding crumple zones of my heart turn to failure anguish bitterness
Believing that only I can transpire to realms of hope shut away in the prison of mindlessness
To tired to fight, I crucify that of me that had any chance of giving, taking, loving, wanting.
Passionate for so much, I cry with back lashed anger towards those that dare to show feelings
So hard is my persona, but just a boy inside, robbed from joys that childhood should bring?
Composure of pretence I’m torn into my own guilt of self satisfaction but I thrive to let go
Pain is my world, doom is my love, hope is for some one else, if seeing is to believe I
Wish to see.

Owed to you from a thousand souls my life is yours
Humble at your side I could not be happier
For you are my air, my blood, and my hope.

Destitute, I am but a cast away shell of subdued sadness
To me you bear life and beauty unworthy of me.
Yet unselfishly your love flows.

Wishing for everything is duly nothing compared to you
Broken dreams flaunt my inability to be unashamed
Perfect for that I am not.

A lost existence, no hope incarcerated me, and then came you.
With nothing to give but my beginnings, I adore all you are.
Blessed to have you, I thank you.

Cool cold breeze encapsulates my being with the caress of poisoned thoughts
To look beyond your beauty would be sin of the most potent kind
Breath taking, stunning, a masterpiece torn from the scrapbook of angels
Fornication from devils is your true colour, but I worship you.
Hollow are my own thoughts as my dreams are caught between your spell
Crippled to a motionless statue, naked before you do I stand?
Spontaneous, my ****** urges control my rational thoughts, dignity is lost.
Your cool kiss entices my moans of pleasure, as I beg for more.
Tongue so smooth my explosion of man hood can no longer be suppressed.
My heart beats to the sweet scent of your warm breath, the nakedness of skin.
Trapped by your womanly love, my head arks back.
Sinking the fangs that control many lives, they steal my veins like ivory needles.
Dizzy of lust, weak of life’s recourses, I fade to darkness.

Empty for you, yearning longing to find you.
Space unfilled walking life’s path alone, soulless.
Aching so bad like a puppy torn form its mother.
Insecurities, needing to feel safe, where are you.
Seeing you in dreams, calling me, say may name.
Rap around my heart, stop my tears from falling.
Caress me with the very soul that’s missing my life.
Torture I no more, for being human, is my curse.
Find me soon; my years are growing old, time ticks.
Everything I can give is here, that everything is me.
As always, I gaze upon the emptiness, cold inside.
You will find me, maybe not in this life, but you will.