Was I
ever wrong?
You're asking me?

I was
wrong nearly
start to finish.

Could I
make amends,
I wouldn't try.

I can't pretend
what I've
done is some

thing I can fix.

Don't erase
all the pain,
all the hurt -
you know it was me.

My failure
of feeling,
of motion,
and failure to see

You, as you, without
my perspective skewed,
without my intent
slipping from
benevolence
and into
malevolence.

Darling, the
dead night,
the lonely
bedsheets
fit my crime
fine, but
are not
punishment
enough.

I will rise with the sun of hope when all is said and done
I will flow with the river of faith wherever I can
I will spin the wheel of desire, and once again burn
I will follow the road of passion, I'll take every turn
I will bear the storms of affection however perilous
listening to the silence of loneliness and shout of jealous
I will let my soul wander for that's how I'll be pious
when my mind finally let's go, when it tires...
I will follow my heart to the end of the road, my feet are willing
until there's no more smithereens for the world to shatter
then fly on the wings of time in search of healing
and maybe I'll find it or not, maybe it doesn't matter...
Maybe that's the purpose of life, to rise and fall
to walk across fields in joy, step on a thorn and howl
to calm after a storm, to find in a stranger a home
no matter the risks and danger, then return to stranger
to give your all and lose everything including your soul
to spin the wheel, to fly and perch... to believe and doubt...
with beautiful dreams to inspire and nightmare to scare
but I will rise with the sun of hope for I'd rather choke than breathe despair...

“Don’t ruin my artwork”
He said to me when I was still his canvas
But he grew less fond of my colors, now dull
My blues to greys
Fading away
The white washed over me
And I was no longer his masterpiece

I think about you daily
Perhaps too much, maybe
Do you think of me as I do for you?
I’m lost without Us and my days are blue

She is lovely in the morning
and in the evening time.

When the skies wake,
and when the skies retire.

At 4:45, she is the loveliest,
when the street lights flicker,
and the pavement we from the rain
shines like silver.

While the street lights grow misty in the fog,
and every soul on earth is still asleep.

Little Ophelia Rose is still lonely,
like the early morning
and late night streets.

See there's a life I live in public
and one a little more reserved
The first makes me feel sick
the latter more preserved

We wear a mask that we sometimes share
wondering what face to show
One used here and one used there
questioning where each should go

Perhaps there is a compromise
in this hellish seeming turmoil
I forgot... I got lost in your eyes
as it moves from simmer to boil

What to do about such a complex issue...
What if I stood in front of the world and attempted to kiss you?

In her eyes I see
A thousand smiles, I hear
A sad whisper.
When she talks,
She fakes
A few tones of grief.
She tries to make me think,
She is sad so I break
And tell her
Not to fear.
She wants me to be
Her knight when dawn
Is shining at its peak.
She thinks life is
One goodbye
And loads of hellos and come here.
I never cared,
And walked away,
And let sunlight be her escape.
Until one night,
I opened my eyes
And she was not there.
All the smiles were fake
And all the tears were true
But I was fool to think:
All she needs is a knight
To make her fairy tale real -
All it was that she was lost
And in need for a way
To put her pieces back to place.
She died of a disease
I did not think existed:
The disease of lonesome -
And insecurity.

I have already grew fond of the night that grew longer.
This cold in the desert is what I always had.
My storms grew hurricane from the depths of my mind.
Would you hold on to me if the darkness embraces me?

If I became cold as ice,
would your fire thaw me from this agony?
Would the sight of your forgiving smile, keep me warm?

When my stars fell from the sky, would you admire me still?
Do you dare, to make it or break it?

Let me down gently.
As I fear and tremble.

I am ashes produced by a volcano of constant despair.

Hold on to me, as I lose myself from this storm from the pain that which I never shared.

Tell me, do you dare?