I don't blame you
Nor me
Just the situation
I'm not angry
I'm not hurt
I am mad
But at peace
I understand
That it was my mistake
To allow myself
To listen to you

Stressing up the nerves
Where they have some levels
Where pride will fall off
And the righteous always lose

There were many wrongs
To be corrected, to be proven
Neither they will nor us will learn
From the deeds we have entertained.

Forgive yourself and fellows,
When footing has been lost;
One's fall from grace is torment,
The second has a cost;
Of flesh and blood you still remain,
Yet own your every err;
Accept the past you cannot change,
Confess that you were there;
Set right the things that tend to slip
Post-stumble, fall, or break;
Mend the wounds with loving hands,
That none are left to ache;
Lucid men are forged in fire,
Adepts are those who learn --
Without trial, sans blunder,
Success is not of our concern;
Decay takes to dusty wings,
But is down truly ever out?
Arise, for failure comes to those,
Only those, who sit and lie in doubt;
Forthward.

A friend,
                                        a night.

Some food,
                                        a smoke.

Invitation --
                                        a couple drinks.

A couple more,
                                       making friends.

Pass the phone
                                       a couple times.

One mistake
                                       a promise & a crash.

The pioneer searches and searches, result or none,
Looking for that price filled one,
Everyone he knows comes second,
Those he lives with, loves, worth less he reckons,
Than that golden gold, and the warmth it gives

At last, he finds her in plain sight,
He coaxes her to be his, with gentle words,
She’s softer than the others, yet bright,
Brighter than he deserves,
In his hand, she’s heavier than he figured

Quickly enamored, soon obsessed,
He can’t let go, she’s the best
He won’t give her up, not for bread or butter,
He can’t think of a minute gone by without her,
But gold is what many desire

He tightens his grip, trusts no one to touch her,
So paranoid that he doubts even her,
He begins to stare deep within her shine,
And makes a discovery that shakes his spine,
The gold was never his, but actually another fools’