Morning orange sun rays
sleekingly past the curtain gaps
Playing with your face
How could they? She is mine
blocked those rays with my hand
Still they seeped out of the gaps
Making me envy

He cried for her to stay
She left with his heart in her hands
Drowning it in her tears
He slept with his fears
heartless he was
A savage seeking his next victim
Insecure growing up with no father
And an addict for a mother
Motherless Brooklyn
your city lights never sleep
Your heart sold for attention to the next buyer
Left alone on an island called Coney
Summer nights become cold as the heart of winter
Creating a cold killer
Oh Motherless Brooklyn she hopes you heal
But in the meantime she hopes
you spend time in hell
As you in hell
For the pain you caused her
Weak men fall victim to their insecurities
While blaming it on their passionless passion
aggressive nature, leaving prints on past lovers
While tucking Their souls under covers
Motherless Brooklyn you have not seen your sin
A fool to love you are
As you fiddle with old scars
You are a victim of a perfect crime

no matter what or how i think

i think a part of me is broken.
i feel like something is pressing my heart.
it feels so frustrating, and it makes me sad.

what should i do?

Im stuck in a maze

don't know wtich way

looking for answers

God testing my faith

my feelings keep switching wave after

wave


now I'm  drowning and and I cant be saved

because nothing's seems take it away

no matter how many lines off how many trays

no matter how many white pills and hazy Sundays

the morning after I still feel the same every       *******       time

nothing will change

these walls
                 will

                        stay the very same

in these never ending maze


where I have lost my way...

every fiber of my being knows
that you will forever by my love.
i wonder if it's possible
for any one to love you
quite as i do.

our days draw closer to an end
and we've been saying that
we are just friends.
but i think deep down
we both know
that we were made to be lovers.
we were made to be a pair.

i found a home,
cozied next to your soul.
i know, in your arms,
everything will be alright.
in your arms i find
my own personal Promised Land.

Is not fear.

Is far from having nothing to say.

Respect  Silence.

sleepy, feverish
smiling nonetheless
she lay me down
with almost loving concern
i offer money
feigned anger with humor in a look
leaving again to get groceries
possibly turn a trick
this florence nightingale Christmas ******
stays and nurses me for a week
i remember meeting her
in a bar in Seoul
we liked the same jazz
not a word of each other's slipped away unoticed
nor understood
she was authentic and made of beauty
light played around her
we never tried to-ruin it
she was leaving i could sense it
i put a thousand in her purse while she fixed her tear stained eyes
i couldn't fix mine