Often time riddled with questions and philosophies of those days of professor's lecture in college campuses, and to this day have not forgotten my lessons in those class rooms of social, or psychological behaviors.

Does truth always equate to goodness of righteous path,
Or is it the belief of one's faith that dictate what truth should be?

If so then does truth sincerely matter and should it be forced like mathematical equations with one singular answer, or come in terms that truth is in the eyes of beholder?

Like the internet sensation that brought debate of the color of the dress,
What is truth to you maybe wrong to others, so then does truth matter?

As grains fall from the hour glass,
I become more convinced that arguing for the "right" way is as much of a joke to those who see you wrong for your choices!

Sometime laughing at the indifference maybe the golden rules of life,
For lies, and truth is in the measurement of experiences!
Sometimes giving a warm smile is end all and be all!

~ I am chaos and I will ****** your tranquility.
~ I am drugs and I will cause you to feel withdrawals.
~ I am love and I will teach you to admire yourself.

~~ I am the perfect balance of the bad and the good this temporal world has to offer.

           NOW LET ME LOVE YOU.

Pain I know well.
With pain I can deal.
As the heat does radiate and the soreness does swell.
I finally begin to feel.
Yes, it has the power to bring me back but it can also make me crash and derail.
This sweet hurt will forever have me chasing my tail.
Oh such heavenly hell.

Sometimes balancing on a rope
            is easier than being alive

Swallowed the sun
  in attempts to
       feel the fire,
dimly lit universe
   eclipsed neath
    inescapable moons,
horizons were hued of
  brackish tea's
   indifferent sympathy,
as solar systems' fate
      lost in darkly orbits,
  relinquished their balance

Thinking is silence leaving
Fear is wisdom retreating
Love is life breathing
Perfection is the mind deceiving (again)
I am is nobody
Nobody is everyone
Everyone is I
Why is the answer
The Way is the direction
Ritual is sacred
Sacredness is reverence
Seasons are balanced change
Change is Now slowed down
*** is union
Children are the closest to God most people will ever come

Calluses are not only for the working man's hands
They're for the white collar march
from comparing things of advertised brands
Shallow thoughts leave your soul parched

Deceased from years of collecting money and things
Though you can, money doesn't really count
Deaf to the song of life when it sings
You can't buy it back for any amount

So while it's hard to keep track of love, joy, and peace
keep count
for they matter most

As one doorway in life opens
It seems that another door has to be closed,
I tried for a while to balance it out
But I know all too well how this part goes.

I will spend more time at work
Less and less time at home,
Days without talking to you
I am now all on my own.

The hardest part is leaving you
But I have to do this alone,
I need to do something good for myself
No more talks on the phone.

But they say home is where your heart is
And I can not picture you anywhere else,
But here next to me
Helping me out.

I love you to pieces
You were where my mind went,
Until my promotion
Now my time is spent.

I am so lost on what to do
To stay or to leave,
All I know is one thing
I need to focus on me.