I'm searching for the answer,
As I beat around the bush,
Slowly dying of cancer,
Steering clear of the kush,
Incessant growing cells,
Burdening my body,
A false sense of hell,
Like I think someone shot me,
But that's just it,
It's just a thought,
Just a small bit,
Of all that is not,
Stop and stay put,
Think for a second,
Like really, should,
Any pain be beckoned,
Beyond the brain,
Outside the mental shell,
If so, then your pain,
Is passed to everyone else,
In some form or another,
Useless complaining,
Choose a brighter color,
When your clouds start raining,
Remember pain is subjective,
And can be switched,
Pain is created within perspective,
You whining *****,
My ears are always open,
Especially when you're staring,
Depreciating my own pain by comparing.

Where has loving you ever even gotten me?
While I'm caught up in this monotony,
You reroute my optics to the point I can't see,
And I fall so deep in you, that I forget to breathe,
I forget to be me, I forget to leave,
I forget that when you find out I'm still breathing,
You seethe with rage,
It's your belief that I'm a disease that's caged,
Unlock me, then block me, because you're afraid,
Critique my bleak mistakes,
While I bleed out to the crowd I made,
I'm not lost, but found in the shade,
But at what cost does the abyss delay,
The cryptic messages often displayed,
Throughout my prophetic poetic crusade,
Slowly played out into a fade...

If I take one more step, I'll fall through the floor,
Touch one more handle, I'll break through the door,
Wait in one more line, I'll shoot up the store,
If I'm taking one life, then I'm taking more,
At least rid the strife, of about another four,
So that they won't, relive days of yore,
Cause I'm broke to the core,
And in need of your...
Our...
Mutual Suffrage,
Even though I'm the one that's torn.

I wish I could communicate without words, neither uttered or gestured.
For the word transmutes through a thousand filters littering the mind.
To communicate the essence, would such a task be possible?
Would staying silent convey more?
Let's try.

You are, but you strive for more,
I am, but the acceptance isn't complete,
Knowing what the future has in store,
Is like looking at a dead end street.
Your joy now will be sorrow later,
For all things come to an end.
Does life's value get any greater,
When you know what's around the river bend?

All is fair in love and war,
For I can covet a vile *****,
While she covers illusionary beauty,
At the brothel, her putrid store.

All is fair in war and love,
For that arrow that rose above,
Touched Gods unscathed tongue,
And redirects towards the son.

All is fair in love and war,
For an apple that sits,
Rots to the core,
But an apple that's bit,
Is that of no more,
So rot or sin,
Like kin before.

All is fair in war and love,
For when push, turns to hug,
Turns to stab, turns to shove,
Turns to turning in the grave,
Which thou hath dug,
Which thou hath paved,
Over to clave,
Death from life,
What's left is strife,
What's right is to shrug.

In the end, my friend, acceptance is key. Let it be.