I may say half truths
But never complete lies

I woke up at 6:30 next to a working man
with no desire of wine
By 6:45 the silk blanket for coating my pain
had became an inquired taste.
A desired taste
Still, no.
Not yet

I sat up with a heavy heart at 10
Why does he do this to me?
His curls and scars became
an aquired taste
Tasting him is of what love tastes
But no
Not yet

I sat there at 10
I sat there at 10 with a pain
Should I dare touch the cork?
I had the pallet for the silk
I had the time for the smooth
Still, no

I sat there at 10:30
It was blunt
It wasn't beautiful
It was an empty question
A double dagger to my body

Which is the addiction
Which is the murderer
Which holds my conviction

He is home at 4
It's 5 o'clock somewhere

Now
I can touch
I can taste

A trembling had reaches for love
But did the glass touch finger tips
Before he would

Both are such a riddle
It's twisted with disease
One moment my heart is infatuated
The next my broken body bleeds

It's about to be 6:30

I am not a poet because I lack maturity,
My writing will always be tainted straying from purity,
There may be days I write my heart and soul,
But no matter how much I write I never feel whole.
I saw the world for its beauty but also its evils,
I've seen people be nice but also be decietful.
I am not a poet for I still find the word **** funny,
But I am fine being me,
Seeing the things I prefer to see.
My immaturity is what makes me how I am,
And if people refuse to accept that part of me,
Then I no longer require them in my life.
Immaturity does not mean I'm never serious,
It simply means I can distort my childlike side into this reality,
In a world where I'm taking orders from bosses,
Taking insults from university professors,
Why can't I retain my child like mind?
I am serious elsewhere, I am a stick in hay at work,
I am everything proper and mature,
But can't I be me when I want to be,
...
Why can't i just keep my childlike humour.
...

First, let me thank you
Even when you weren't the one for me,
You were always by my side
When he wasn't
Even when I couldn't make up my mind,
You didn't waver

Second, let me apologize
I have hurt you
In a way I cannot forgive myself for
But I promise, I want to make it up to you

I have made up my mind,
I know what I want,
I want you!

I have made up my mind,
But now you are so far away
I have made up my mind,
And you left my side

I am so sorry
Come back to me

This thing goes way deeper
This thinking it is merely coincidence
It never is
Everything happens for a reason

Its all been planned
Were jumping out of the frying pan
Into the fire
Our great escape thwarted by circumstance

So buy a new TV
Buy a new car
Buy a new cell phone, apple or android
Sell your soul
And forget about the problems in the world

And any time and every time
In systems and schemes
Meant as diversion
To keep the everyman blind

Its all been planned
Since the very beginning

Watch out for weak-minded people
that pray on the weaker,
to feed their hunger
for self esteem.
to build them-self up
to be something they are not
for they lack human nature,
rely on selfishness
to guide their decisions.  
The lead people  to dead ends
just so they can advance
they hate change and
unless its their improvement
these people will drain you
there thoughts will consume you
and soon you will be a shadow of your existence.

He was a good kid once,
All smiles and personality that set him apart.
"A pleasure", his teachers said;
"A funny boy, but so smart"!
He was first among his friends and loved by family in those days.

But those days pass and life wears you down.

Romances failed him, or vice versa,
The big leagues never called,
And work was never interesting, just work.

Always his escape from what should have been was in the ****
    Which got inside his head and changed him.

Frustration twisted him as years passed and dreams dimmed;
Every change was a loss he took as something stolen.
He didn't see he gave away what he lost,
        So he wanted revenge on us because we couldn't help him.

His actions hurt us,  but not how he thought it would,
        We suffered to see him become the God who banished himself To the hell of his anger where the Satan he became
        Keeps him locked away in lonely frustration.

He was a good kid once,
All smiles and personality that set him apart.
"A pleasure", his teachers said;
"A funny boy, but so smart"!
He was first among his friends and loved by family in those days.

Now he's gone and can't find his way back.

And I miss him.