I'm addicted to you
thru and thru
even though I know
Between us
there'd be Nothing new.

I tell myself you're still the same
But I have changed
And if that's true,
I should be able to see you.

In truth
it's the same old addict game,
Just an excuse to use...

The temptations of heaven & hell they vex my spirit yet...

Words and Actions are of equal importance

They are inextricably interconnected; neither
has meaning
or value
without the other.

It is Integrity
that gives value
to our Word

Thru Actions
our word is honored;
it is what reveals
the truth
Or lie
of what we speak

I call it the ****** Freeway.

It seems like it's free but the exits are very hard to come by and there's always a cost for traveling it.

I give constant thanks
For the map
That set me free...

It's so ****** up.
Why does it feel exactly like the day
I lost you?

The pain,
the love,
the entanglement
Of your soul and mine
Still feels the same

You are the ghost
That constantly haunts
My thoughts.

Is there to be no relief,
recovery thru time?
Worse than the pain
and release
of Love lost to death.

Cuz this,
This eternal love
And longing
And aching pain,
is greater even than
that final ending;
Death offers more repreive
than this sentence
of your eternal love.

I'm dancing on the head
Of a Cosmic pin
With 
precarious
fluctuating equilibrium...

In the end you take nothing but yourself with you.

None of the expectations and desires and needs and cares and worries and burdens  and concerns  of this world are carried with or matter on the other side.

Until I am finally, blessedly free of the chains of this world and existence
I choose to have & be in this world with:

No *******
No Games
No Pain
No Expectations
No Grasping
No Drama
No Fear, Insecurities, Stress, Anxiety, Blame, or Worry  

Just multiple frequent ******* and grateful appreciation and joy and laughter and love and freedom and peace and serenity and goodwill and in service to others.

I want to love & care for and be loved & cared for by, those I hold most dear and beloved.

Nothing More than These Things and Nothing Less.

In the end perhaps all that matters is how well you loved and the love you've known. Everything else may have just been filler...