you claim that there never has been a Creator or ever will be,
but tell me why this supposedly nonexistent God can never escape your lips?
your thoughts and dreams all are consumed by Him, sure a denial of Him but yet you find Him never really leaving,
indeed something nonexistent could never occupy anything if it is not yet- in the quietness of our fading time- the mere thought of His Omniscient Presence discomforts you.
oh i pray you may but look up to see how The Triune Fire is in your very midst- indeed, giving you the ability to even breathe- yet you use it to blaspheme.
foolish yet understandable to our nature- know this, it will not be long if you are His- He will not hesitate to bring you Home
oh foolish one- come Home.

We work so hard and forget what
       matters the most,only to
              achieve what we
                  won't leave
                   this world
                       with.
                        Sad indeed.

because love when cut,
lets loose
an empire of blood:

i have in my lips,
a treaty of oblivion—
releasing an embittered lemon.

in the throne of the sea,
waves repeat the crash
of perfidy.
by the mountains they ride,
the thick air of strobe.

rocks receive the genital fire
of lighthouses
exposing intones of shadow
one by one.

the beast maimed
behind the zither of trees
makes no sound like
  an aleph.

i herald the collusion of night
   and children
and weep at the solicitude of mothers,

because pines swoon in the dark
and with its hand, the gentlest war
   threshes the flesh and blood,
raining on us forever.

hostile eyes bypass the silence of things
  and lovers closing doors repeatedly,
disrupting the vale from its slumber.

   it is because when love is let loose,
it releases both of us — weary, inescapably ripe with the wind, looking
   for each other as doves do in flight,
  separate and obscured, opening gates;

                                           nightfall:
   the savage aroma of wood
       on the leaves that sway fervently
          tippling away from boughs.

We rescue heartless wolves
Then fear the crime of saving them

And once upon a time we were both the sunrise and sunset
But the land that we believed was mythical ended up being real

I am made of playful creatures and constantly swirling sand
You are made of delicate glass and tangled hair that slips through my fingers

But together we do not belong
Because the flowers we grew are making a pathway

To carry our imminent death
Closer

Growing up you want to be
Sleeping Beauty's knight
Snow Whites true loves kiss
Cinderella's prince charming
You want to be the reason
She has a happily ever after
Its all ******* fantasies
They never had a lick of truth behind them
False hopes for the young minds
Leading them to believe
Everything goes your way eventually
My happy ever after
Is everybody else's
Happily never ever
I find my solitude in the drugs
**** it all
The real me gets to run free
Carefree, **** it all
All those promises of me quitting
My happiness is in the alcohol
The whiskey of a dragons fire
Soaring down my throat
I want to get so ****** up
I have to look down to find heaven
So this prince of stupidity
Lived happily never ever
Drowning in a pool of his *****
Choking himself in mountains of anger
Always feeling like the last thing
On everyone's mind
Just a nuisance
Saying he loves her
Saying hello to him
It was all pointless to begin
So they lived happily ever after
When he finally shot himself.

The air is cool and crisp today.
It's not cold, it's not biting,
It's an invigorating day, near the end of Autumn.
Children cavorting in the playground,
Kids playing basketball nearby.
An old man watching the children play.
A man and woman with their children,
Feeding the ducks and geese in the pond.
Walking by, the kids are having a wonderful time.
The ducks coming to them, eating from their hands.
Cavello gets excited and wants to play too.
Moving along on our walk,
A runner is resting, stretching, and rehydrating.
We smile at each other, in passing.
A squadron of Geese came in to land,
Heading at me in a perfect 'V'.
A beautiful sight.
What a great day for a walk.
A slight cool breeze,
I think I'll continue around the pond,
Just a few more times.

Sunshine, that’s what you were.
And like sunshine you were on a clock, ticking.
Soon would become night time
Maybe it was the distance but somehow
In a manufactured vile set of words
The mystery of our relationship became a toxic thing
That I alone was immune.
You turned into a language I am no longer fluent but can read perfectly
You turned into one of those never stopping rainy days that gave me
A twisted cloth of comfort that made me feel alone again.
I fell in love with you like a dream
Slowly falling into sweet bliss majesty of holding you
But like a dream it was all make believe,
I was left to bleed from our lashes of words
You apologize countless of times but each left a crack in my heart,
And with time it crumbled In your hand.
You yelled at me threw the phone for mistakes I didn’t make, but that you made
I learned to comfort you even when your beast lashed out
Because that’s what soul mates do, we never stop, never give up
Because there is always hope.
We were a whole god separated from birth destined to find each other again,
To love and care for each other till our worlds end
I did my part of our loves prophecy, and I deeply know you did
But some gods In the end turn out to be too different, too twisted to be loved.
The love I have and have felt for you was pure and true but you, your actions, you
You destroyed me to my core
And I couldn’t tolerate that anymore
I promise you this
I will love you forevermore
With such sweet passionate bliss

this idea is encrypted
if these words were pieces of a jigsaw
where will i put "anxiety"", happiness"
to decipher .

my tender scream slicing the air ,
signals the end of agony,
cutting of the cord is a punctuation.

what is left you can complete'
nurturing is a jigsaw piece that fits nuture.
cherish the rapture , for we can only live but once.