the heart
cannot repair
the heart
in much despair
the heart
missing these pair
the heart
feels the unfair

exiled from the venue
our writing brothers
their words expelled
by unseen smothers

swift the extradition
of a movement quick
the removal done
with a rapidness of click

no more seeing the
works they did ably create
our kinsmen vanishing
off the forum's slate

the heart languishing
without our kindred
being around
the heart so dispirited
their expression fell
silent of sound

We come as warriors, we come as raiders, and as slavers. We take what we want, we are Vikings. We raid and we pillage, for our gods, and for our sons. Feel our wrath in battle for we have no fear. For when we fall we join our brothers in Odin's hall.

I had loved you.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
I had loved you.
Even if I was still too small to seriously feel.

You cared for me, nurtured me, protected me,
Yet I had never told you just how much I cared.
I had never told you how much I was jealous when my brothers
Said they loved you, and I could never say.

I never spoke to you, not even a bit.
I never thought I could ever feel so much guilt.
Even after so many years,
Even after so many tears,
I regret never telling you just what I truly feel.

I loved you with all the strength of a universe,
No one could deny.
Even after so much remorse.
Even after so many lies.

Now it is too late to tell you that I love you;
Say the the three words that now cause me pain to say.
I will forever live with the regret
Of starting to talk so late.

You always were the light of my life,
My helper when ever I faced strife.

Too soon gone, much to my sorrow,
Won't see you again until tomorrow.

When the stars in the sky twinkle above,
I just know it's you sending your love.

There's a whole in my life that can never be filled,
And a pain in my heart that can never be stilled.

The more I find out about family
History
I realize
That being a traitor
Is simply in my bloodline
I'm a cheap rosé
Pretending to be fine wine
From French nobility
To Spanish pride
My ancestors wrought havoc
On their own modern times
It's time for me to step up to the plate
And make my choice
To grow into the role I was assigned
Or write my own lines
But whatever I choose
The choice is mine
And I know whoever I am
I'll be great
remembered
divine,
How do I know?
It's simply in my bloodline.

in your room all alone
curled up in a ball
rocking back and forth
telling yourself there's nothing wrong

But then there's a noise
As your closet door creaks open
you rock a little faster
not seeing this hand that is coming

slowly creeping on the bed
pulling your blanks down
the hand is getting closer
now your freaking out

you jump off the bed but stumble
falling face first on the floor
the hand gets down it gabs your leg
it pulls you to the closet door
you start to wake up and scream

before the your pulled in
as the closet shuts it doors
you punch you scream
you claw at the door
as the hand pulls you in further

crying and scared
pulled down a flight of stairs
you are sat up on a chair
the hand it moves away

but something else comes forward
it tries to sneak up toward you
then covers your eyes with it's hands
still crying in fear you ask to be spared
then hear a strange voice

a light gets turned on
your hear somebody stand in front
as the hands move away from you eyes
you see your brothers standing there
laughing at how much you got scared
lowering your head you feel ashamed

your brothers were wrong
they should not have done this to you at all
thanks to them you'll never look at them the same
when then unbound you you walk away
back the way you came

opening the door you came in before
no longer the same person anymore
your brothers have taken your pride
broken you inside
changed the course of the rest of your life

It's short
it's sweet
It's the perfect treat

For our last goodbye 
I'm not going to lie
I really hope you don't die

Growing up we had our fair share of fights
With flying slippers 
...and that broken swiffer
But I think we turned out all right

You're not the strongest nor the smartest
Though you're much stronger than me.
And I know you'll fight the hardest
When you're fighting for our right to be free

It is said there is a friend unlike any other
One that sticks closer than a brother

Perhaps some day this will be true
But I think it's almost impossible to do
Cause I have to say, 
to my brother born in May,
I've never had a closer friend than you.

So here's farewell, not goodbye
There is only do, never try
Stay strong, don't die
And of course, semper fi

5/20/16

This sadness was our burden to carry,
Brother of mine,
Our burden to carry,
Throughout our lives.

Yet you have broken your shackles,
Brother of mine, have finally flown free,
And I am left questioning,
Hoping you will never forget me.

I cried back then, when turmoil unfolded,
And you comforted me with a soothing voice.
Now you have left this place,
And I don't blame you for that choice.

Please, all I am asking of you,
My dear brother,
Do not forget that little boy,
Who feared his mother.

I remain in the rubble of our past,
Please think of me even as you are free.
Back in those cloudy days,
You endeavored to help me see.

I am endlessly grateful.
Do not forget me, brother of mine,
For I might carry this burden,
For all of time.