I don't know how many times
I have to fall in love
With the wrong person.
I've loved quite a few
But none of them ever
Felt the same way.
I treated them right
But I guess
I'm just never good enough
It makes me wonder really,
Is it all part of the plan?
Or am I just an unlucky human?

Sometimes,
Sometimes I can't sleep as horrors unforgotten slip their way through the thin veneer I have strung across a dark corner of my mind to hide these thoughts from the light of day.
On these nights,
On these nights I smoke a cigarette in shadows unbroken by the dim city lights and listen to a lonely cricket chirp and know at least we stand together in this midnight rendezvous.
In that I find peace.
Sometimes,
Sometimes I find myself unwilling to rise from my cold bed and face another strife filled day in a world full of challenge and misery that I was not asked but forced into.
Sometimes,
Sometimes I find my mind consumed by fear and hatred and anxiety inspired by a lifetime of bad decisions and worse luck in a seemingly never ending spiral of **** ups and shame.
But other times,
other times I find the smallest moments of bliss can rekindle the spirit and remember that goodness put forth will return if in nothing more than clear conscience and a light heart.
In the little things, I find peace.

ideas
are the unexpected guests,
to the wooden door that
since long has been alone.
they be entertained with
good hospitality
and be kept with us
for God send them
and are most beautiful.
so embrace them,
hug them and love them.

inside a big beautiful box,
pencils held a meeting.

one of them spoke
in a voice, so strong,

"they peel our skin away,
they peel our skin away."

then expressed its wrath
another one from behind,

"time for rebellion,
time to sntach our freedom."

an old one, with wrinkles on its face
and on the verge of its last days said,

"my children, my sons!
nothing change is possible in nature.

if it were so,
the ants will sit on the throne,

and the tigers in the iron cages
and we in the pockets of the great."

I often stay up until the sun rises,
because I love the light blue
that captures the earth
before the burning
ball of light does.

We may despise the hot,
and seek coolness on the
warmest of days,
but we'd all be lying
if we said that
we hate the sun,
and we hate the sunsets,
and the sunrises,
and I'd be lying
if I said
the only reason
I stayed up
was to watch
the sun
swallow the earth
and illuminate it.

I love thinking of you,
and I love conversing with you
from day's beginning
to day's end.

And, you know,
I'd be lying
if I said
I didn't miss you
every second
you're gone.