Us?
We are as our father.
Our blood is filled with fighting,
Thick with trauma,
Touched with love.
Our hearts pump three ingredients
To stir one strange elixir.
From the blood grew a figure,
Distorted and hungry.
We threw silver to bind it down,
Only to find that it had bound us first.
When the links shatter apart
We recognize we cannot chain the beast.
This beast born from blood does not know how to stop
The all-consuming blind rage, the only thing it sees.
So, like our father,
We had to master the spell to calm our spirit,
To remember what is behind it -
Ourselves.
Never forget that.
Of all important lessons here,
Number one is this:
Passion must have a cause
Or you can smell the wood burning for miles.
Passion lights fire to buildings,
Bridges,
Whole cities of those we love.
Passion must be put to work
Or it is a force of destruction.
Don't allow yourself to walk through desolation
Or let the ashes of what you would have once died for
Now speckle your hair.
Without reason, blood and spirit,
You make the ultimate sacrifice.
Because of this, we know:
We are the children of
Angels and demons
Here, we pay the price.

Maybe they can't understand
Maybe we speak different languages
And every time I smile
it looks like a grimace
And every time I laugh
it sounds like a scream

Maybe I've been saying all the wrong things
Maybe I've been speaking the wrong way
Like I should be smiling
with tears in my eyes
Like I should show anger
by laughing hysterically

Maybe I should be walking flat-footed
And they should be swimming in the sky
Maybe I should breathe their air
And they should breathe mine

So then maybe... Just maybe... They'll come close to understand.

My heart is simple, my feelings true.
I had no intention of offending you.
Not to shock, neither to stalk,
I simply decided to walk.
My sixth sense warned me not to go
I thought I just say Hello
To silently be a part of your grief
No tears apparent that I could weep.
Words a few, comfort to give.
Basic understandings, that I knew.

My world came toppling at your accusations
That I failed to understand your basic assumptions.

Yes, I do regret, surprising you.
But the greater shock, was seeing you.
Deciding to circumvent, I landed into you.
Not expecting, not realizing,
No benefit of a doubt.

I am the one shocked, I need to take stock
If this is ur attitude, twice I've taken the blame
Suffered the shame and humiliation
Only in loves name

Limitations, borders and other things,
Only measure as being paper thin.
Fragile and unnoticeable, unseen.
Indistinguishable, that's the saying.
Flammable, we set it on fire, burning.

These boundaries that confine us, traps us.
Misunderstandings that causes creases,
Within the limits of our heart's pieces,
Often becoming remorseful saps, us.

This very thin line that divides concepts,
May be a hindrance or an annoyance.
But just like how paper is most useful,
This separation gives us some clearance,
As we write about exciting prospects.

Misunderstandings can be caused
By the slightes thing
Things that have been done
Without thinking
Over the consequenses
Actions can be done in anger
Words can be said in sadness
And in the end
They can both cause problems
But...

Some times actions can
slove what words have caused
And some times words can heal
the wounds created by actions
But sometimes
only time
Can heal everything that have happened
And some wounds
Won't heal at all...

i want you to destroy me.

take the jagged pieces of my puzzle like body, apart.

cut down the flowers i've grown in my lungs and douse my dreams in kerosene, burning them all.

i beg of you, construct a black hole and watch as it swallows up the billions of stars that once occupied my now blank stare.

COMPLETELY obliterate me and never look back.

leave me in pieces, scattered amongst those of your past lovers; forgetting about me like you forgot about them.

for this is what it seems you heard me say when i softly whispered that i was in love with you.

In the silence and misunderstandings that separate us
I need to believe there is a place where we can meet
a place of mottled light where the only shadows
are painted by ancient firs who conspiratorially lean
open, welcoming hands down to greet us.

It is a place where all thoughts of judgment and jealousy
are simply too petty for consideration
love being implicit in the moisture of the air
words are unnecessary for our eyes reveal
everything we ever want to say.

Fear and resentment are unknown here
we refuse to recognize them if they slither
into this haven while we are sleeping
restful, innocent, unworried
history does not exist, the moment held is enough.

If this vision were dispelled, my soul could not sustain
reality’s weight.  I would be battered, fragile
as a spiraled whelk on deceptively smooth rocks
splintered by hate and unwillingness
to be as the sea, fluid and graceful, all encompassing.

Will you come with me here?  
Or is the hour too late?
We can meet in this hollow sacred space
and begin again, let loose misconceptions
clouding the life we share.          

The path is faint
trust your weary heart
it will lead us to each other.