Her still state
Is gorgeously ornate
Makes me want to be her personal oblate
I hope my passion is never too soon or late
I want our wants and desires to equate
Your mental health being healthy
Your spirit being wealthy
And your body to be at a constant state of relaxation
Mine is always in a state of taxation
But you can be the difference
I can be your deference
And your protector
You make it so easy when you're an injector of emotions
What an intense devotion
I don't need those potions
Or those spells
She didn't do anything to lure me
I was already there
My heart is spare
Of emptiness
When she's present
You'd be my Christmas
Don't worry about buying me gifts
You already repair my rifts
That's enough by itself
You'll always be enough
By yourself

I am a lost boy
in the guise of a dreamer,
a little girl
in the guise of a woman.

I dwell between
worlds of fantasy
and my own neurosis.

I sleep between the lines
of my favorite wordsmiths.

I indulge in my vices
and surrender to my heart.

I walk through fire,
and run towards smoke.

I give love
like a match to a flame,
and leave piles of ashes
at my own two feet.

NO QUESTIONS ASKED
And so it came to pass that you were born
Your name chosen for you
It's not to say that you necessarily like your own name
But no say did you have in the matter
You were told what is right and wrong
Not that you agree with everything that you were taught
Because the people who taught you, were also taught by others at some point in time
How do you know that they were taught the right conduct in order to teach you?
How do you not know that you're just another victim of tradition?
Passed down from generation to generation
It doesn't make it right!
But once again ... No questions asked
Then you were introduced to a religion ... A belief system
And even though there are millions of beliefs in existence
You were told that yours is the only one which is right, and that all the others are wrong
Each man feels as passionate about their own belief as you do ... then why cast a stone?
Except that there is a major problem with this situation
Now we have a war between who's right and who's wrong
Even though your knowledge of other beliefs is based on how much you've heard ... which in essence becomes hearsay
Where is the Love in this, you ask? This is nothing but division and war!
Keep your mouth shut ... Shhh, no questions asked, remember ... You're not allowed to think for yourself
If you dare to do so
You are branded as an outcast ... non-conformist ... free thinker ... weird ... in rebellion and even anti-Christ
You've also come to understand that there are many different shades to life
Everything is not black and white
There are many shades of different colours
When adjusting the volume to your television
You adjust it according to your need
You don't put it on complete silence or full blast
But at a level which is comfortable for you ... this is the way it was designed ... Balance
Now you've come to know how people think
"Does he believe in God, they ask?"
The answer is "yes" ... But in a different way
To you God is the act of Love ... Be it anywhere ... Spirit is omnipresent
To you God does not live in a building somewhere made of bricks and cement
That building people like to call a church
Where does this so called Love come from and where can it be found, you ask?
Look no further than your heart and judge not a book by its cover
A man might seem squeaky clean on the outside, while in his heart darkness lurks
While another man might be having a drink at his local pub ... But his heart might be pure
Quote me not a verse from a book you did not write ... but rather ask ... "Hello, how are you?"
Brick and mortar shall crumble in time ... These so called "houses of God"
Likewise the body shall pass on ... Dust to dust ... Ashes to ashes
While only one thing remains certain ... The Spirit of Love is eternal
No questions asked

I now know that dark
balances light, and without
dark, we would be blind

The dawn is of purest gold and of sweetest sugar,
for you know that it means the light is coming.

The dusk holds darkness and tastes so bitter,
promising a long, cold night.

But each is as beautiful as the other, because without darkness, light is meaningless.

I am lopsided
I always have been
But I've never felt it so sharply
As I have since you left

Now I feel like I am tipping
Barely balanced on one foot
Waiting for a brisk wind
To ******* over

You aren't here
And I don't have anything
To keep my equilibrium
So I tip, tip, tip

Things falling off
As I desperately try
To keep them all balanced
And I tip, tip, tip

And wonder
What will finally knock me over
And I know
I won't get back up

Every day
For the last three years
I wake up
And I hate myself

Maybe it’s been five years
Maybe eight
Surely I’ve lost count

Rare are the mornings
My aching muscles breathe a sigh
The sun drips through the window
Drenching me in warmth and life

Such euphoria is fleeting
It comes and goes
In two-week intervals
And I’m forced to watch it fly
To others’ faces
Where it rests much longer

There must be a balance
Dangling in the ether
Desperately waiting
To be discovered

But when dawn breaks
And my hand searches the sheets
It is hate that I find
Once more

When the darkness falls
And the abyssal night calls,
When the voices scream
And I'm splitting at the seams,
When all seems lost
And everything has a cost...

The light will shine,
The birds will sing,
The sky will clear,
The morning will bring

Beauty.
Balance.
For every bit of hate,
A little love.

Surface shallow information not good enough for the individual but powerful enough for a nation
Tiny bubbles
Giant games
That’s what you make inside a cage
To keep things busy
So afraid to be still
Sitting in silence could make you restless and ill
The only time when things finally get clearer and the whole world finally sees the angle of the mirrors
Trapped inside
Wanted out
Got distracted by what we thought about
Got it made
Boy been played
The hand was bitten in good faith
That nature takes a breath and wakes
What’s the trouble yet to come?
Can you hear the beating of that drum?
Fighting fading
Reflex gravy
Kind of moment that will make you crazy
About that time getting near
No one ever listens to a seer
Let it go
Some will know
Even one will count and the seed will grow
Impulse has taken my spirit
It’s married to good fortune
And opportunity it’s mistress
Balance a forefather who sacrificed himself to be the vessel we dwell within
Though I may slip, the counter will always be there calculating and adjusting
Remember that it’s always better to fall forward then back
At least then I’m not blind to the fall and can attempt a catch