i hope that every evening, your
hands cradle a tired
face, that your legs find themselves warm and
tangled,

that you have the freedom to
kiss those hands,
palms, knuckles,

trace scars and forgive straying from the path,
rub shoulders and hold til it's all right.

to know
that it's okay to feel this way,
it isn't a sin to breathe this way,
it's okay to Be
in this way.



i pray that you can love yourself at night.

Blood and gore, isn’t that the core?
of lucid dreams and whiskey thoughts
visions of past, rage in my eyes
of flushed skin and her lush lips

In prison of sorrow, I find myself
no longer whole, a husk of a man
What of love? What of passion? What –
Of secrets that are secrets no more?

Pour down on me, your anger, your blames
Let go those kisses, freely given, freely taken
When the sun goes down, take that dagger
**** what’s no more but a toxic love.

what joy it brings
to step into yourself
to know what you stand for
to do away with nonsense
but this knowing takes time
and time is the cost 
of self-acceptance

Cresol dusk imbued to rustic hypnosis,
The civic stroll outside,zombified with
What must be glorious ataxia.

The masquerade hosted by dust,
An implicit surrender to the elements,
Basked in nocturnia-- lo,

The elements ceased having meaning
When I learnt I could not hold control
  over them.

See the sky ramp and shiver,shuffling stars
In a showcase to those loving,an augury to those
Self-appointed sinners--

And see me,disconnected and without a care,
I surrender my breath as limboid tangents
And the elements do not rebut.

I am homed in becoming alone,
I am possessed in converse and I am lost
  without the choice to be otherwise.

I watch the gimcrack mannerisms loop effably,
Understanding the road to omniscience is tipped
In ego alone--

One must not surrender,rather accept
And work a way round the system.
The cosmic map is eidetic,it's lanuage
  dares not pander to speech,
  it's sleep is one day needed
  and complimentary to our own--

I listen to the madrigal and no longer seek to compose it,
I choose to believe that nothing is chosen.

It can only be described as a blaze
engulfing my mind and soul in a haze.
From the tips of my toes, to the top of my face
It was certain, she had made an indelible place
In my heart, once neglected and alone
Had brought forth a fire, how mighty it shone!
A roaring inferno, from each bone to every vein
It had refused the very concept of love's pain.
However, since that day, you've been gone from my life.
The flame choked and sputtered, my heart torn by strife.
Filled with anguish and sorrow, I began the climb.
I learned to live with the embers, and through time
accept the Absence of your love.