folly
jest
ruin and unrest
help me rise
to heights below
the sinking into
and plunge
to depths above
the waking up from

no sense, unsense
nonsense be had
come on, go on
take flight, be mad
the end of this
too near to hear
blind eyes don’t see
lies meant for fear

hold me now
closer now
center me here
together now
surrounding grace
within the place
the space
that both  
will meet

A heavy heart
A dying spark
A plot twisted with another plot twist
An endless storm
The list goes on
But ,
we stood still
Ignoring , hating , ignoring

So here I lay
trying to imagine the sound
of you
moaning
trying to feel the wet
of your ******
trying to measure
the weight
of this want
in the flesh

One Summers’ evening I gazed out
In wonder at the sky.
I saw one star was moving
as the ISS flew by.

A Shining Beacon always there
it’s man’s forget-me-not.
A thousand years of progress made
this small white flashing dot.

But “Houston there’s a problem”
Calls out Major Tom one day
“Unauthorized transmissions
Beamed at us from the UK.”

“Hello” the astronauts they called
“What is it that you need?”
The terse reply – “You crossed our village
carrying excess speed.”

“Oh yes! We clocked you as you passed
Across our Kingsmead Tower.
We clocked your speed at ten thousand
four Hundred miles per hour.

Please keep your speed to 20
As you traverse through our stars,
And watch out crossing Monarch Drive
For dangerously parked cars.

So as you cross the stars in search
Of Scientific Treasures
Be aware we’re contemplating
Traffic calming measures.”

I saw the red flags. I ignored.
You were what this heart is yearning for
I tried to stop, override it but it said error.

Now I'm filled with ache and terror
Coz I know you're not meant to stay
I'm only your temporary fix
Someone you can call when you've got nobody.

My heart beats twice its regular speed
I couldn't calm it down nor ease the ache
I can't stop the tears, the fears
I'm addicted in this sad unrequited vice.

A temporary fix, a temporary fix
That's what I am
It hurts but it's the only way I could reach you, touch you.

I should walk away but my heart wants to stay
In this setup where the high is all about pain
Where rains on my pillow's won't stop
For loving a stranger who doesn't know how to value me.

i’ve fallen in love
in the most wonderful, perfect and loving way with the person that simply lights up my soul
he just makes me happy in ways that i’ve never felt before i met him

but he doesn’t love me back
it’s unrequited love
how tragically romantic
he’s always confused and i know that he’s just saying that because he feels bad and I can’t do anything about that at all

there’s no way to change how another person feels
and I, in some way, just have to accept my fate that I will have to go through a heartbreak to slowly and surely let him go
that’s just a way of life.

but all the nights, all the days, all the memories that I’ve truly lived through, that I’ve grown through, they can’t just go away
someone can’t just fall out of love

Spring walks by,
But the world's inside,
So we share our lives,
From a distance,

Play by play,
We know the game,
Of making love,
From a distance,

The speakers sing,
The phones, they ring,
Such hope they bring,
From a distance,

Our baby cries,
The parents hide,
But at least we have,
A witness,

And now life's strange,
Yet nothing's changed,
As we see ourselves,
From a distance.

moments of stillness between the notes of a melody
speak volumes across the space to your vacant stare
in a distant field winters knife cuts icicles from frozen trees
while you cut words from cloths made of steel
throwing them like daggers into a crowded room
demons wear party hats sewn by your own shaking hand
dancing like embers from the heart of your womb
and the problem of truthfulness cannot touch your heart
as you gather your goslings in the face of a gale
beautiful and dangerous combine in a ***
and the masquerade of normalcy erupts to the moon
but knights seldom travel without squires
and one turn of the carousel finds me standing by your side
like a bidder at an auction I point out silence in a distant field
where nature pours balm on a troubled soul
cogitation and abstraction combine through a glassy prism
until your existence is no longer left in doubt

He’s waiting for you
In the corner of your eye
With a creepy smile.
He wants you to give in
To follow him down the dreary road
Of Madness
Hoping you’d want him to relinquish
You from the confines of safety.
He is chuckling,
Smirking ,
Watching intensely.
He wants you to make a mistake
So he can **** on
The sweet blood of innocence
That was delivered