I've lost the words to
say how I feel to someone
who no longer listens.

I am not a poet...I am just a M.A.N
Living in a world where words can stand
Sharing these lines so you can feel
My passion for this art is for real
Infinite emotions I feel inside  
Will not stay silent nor will I hide
Writing clever lines was never a plan
Emotions open up now I understand
Explosion of thought put on paper
Reality smokes all inhale the vapor
Mold it..fold it..write it on a line
Infuse it with my soul than I sign
M.A.N capture your imagination then blend
Too much of me I would not recommend
Scorpio I am..don't play with me
You might get stung by your destiny
I am one finger in a larger hand
I am not a Poet..I am just a M.A.N

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Pittering and pattering, into nothingness.
Dripping and dropping in a steady beat.
Splitting and Splattering but soothing.
What a feat.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Small and light, crystal and clear.
Sent from the heavens above.
The gentle weeping and tear.
What a sight.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
With soft drops to the loudest of splashes.
Big but small, quiet but not so.
Call upon the lightening, your company.
What a sound.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Washing away sadness and bring new life.
Day or night, you see through everything.
Morning or evening, your steadiness fails to change.
What a night.

My life is an everlasting loop.
The same pattern, all day every day.
An endless loop that does not contain any bumps, or any curves.
A perfect circle.
One day, you gave it a curve.
You gave that circle life.
You gave that circle passion, desire, and spontaneity.
You changed my loop.
You changed my future, and my past.
I take my past for granted, all those years wasted.
For what?
I didn't change the world, I merely took from it.
I didn't give, I received.
You showed me what I'm meant to be,
How I need to change the world,
And why I am here.
This is my purpose.
You are my purpose.

red wrists,
fresh blood.
God won't be able
to save everyone.