What does a man do with his time, when his time is meaningless?
When all the years of productivity, produces for someone else.
Fruits not eaten nor enjoyed seem to rot when put away,
For the promise of a future meal at a table you may not make.

How do you maintain a purpose, when you lose the sight of youth?
When your memories are dreamlike, and struggle for their proof.
When dreams intertwine with memories and the past it blends away,
And the plateau that you finally reach is just another dusty plain.

Confined upon the seas of time, this voyage we’re ****** upon.
Are we indentured to the helm of this mighty ship we’re on?
For billions seem to sail this line sans the few that drift away.
Who navigates the future, when the clouds block out the way.

What future shores do I hope to hear the crow call out to me?
When the journey nears completion, with no youth to reverie.
Will I come to on the beaches of a new and pristine land?
Or will the currents ferry me away, never to be seen again.

When we feel love
We feel pain as well
Pain from the ecstasy of feeling
Wanting to feel pain
As a result of guilt from being too happy
We end up thinking too many things
So why? My question is 'why?'
Why love?
When there is no escaping from the jaws of love
The hungry, starved lion of love
That seeks to be caressed and nurtured
The bawling infant, love
That is assumed to be a perfect child
Until it demands for more than your attention
She will grow to break your heart.
She will take from you everything
She will give back so close to your death
As you age and lose sensation in your hands
She will hold them
Her smile will reflect your missing teeth
Her tears will make you feel again
'O child' you will croak
'I see His face'
Her questioning eyes will ask
Of what grace, of what reason
Did you love this life?
When everything laced with God does but live
You have lost your sight
Your eyes betray your lack of grasp on reality
A stormy charade of time
Takes you slowly
Why? My question is 'why?'
Why love?
So far removed am I from Him
O mother leave me not
During this time of navigating the rocky waters of life
My soul will be laid out to dry
I need to be drenched by your presence
I long to remove all trace of sadness
All my memories were of the golden youth
That is locked in heaven
Returned to me only after the promise of death
O dear Lord why? My question is 'why?'
Why love what He must eventually take?
I am not finished
This question seeks wisdom
And wisdom is carved marble
It will be revealed in the end

when i look at you
all the pain, worries and problems
slip away from me and
i can only feel your comfort and touch
i love it when you hold me close to you
because i feel so safe in your arms
as if you are protecting me from preying hands
you vowed to protect me
and you really did

remember the time when it started raining all of a sudden?
neither of us had an umbrella
but we didn't care
we just stayed close to each other and laughed about how crazy it was
being alone together in this rain
then i got cold
you smiled, took off your jacket and put it over me
i smiled sheepishly as my way to say thanks
for your orbs were looking right at me
and that's how i knew that you were in love with me

this connection that i am feeling
is it really meant to be?
are we really connected by the string of fate for us to be by each other's side?
the string may twist and tangle but it will never break
but, i feel so selfish as i think about this
'One, four, three,' you told me one time with a wink and a tinge of red on your cheeks
but, i tried to keep telling myself that the proof is all there
the proof was your words

Sitting in the aftermath
Of shattered dreams on broken skin
Left to wonder how
Realizing we are all capable of unmentionables
Steeped in regret
Begging forgiveness
Accidents are accidents
Still, there is no forgiveness
Self-affirming the negative
Unintended consequences
Alter perceptions
Who are these people
Who, then, have I become
Though, that who feels more like a what
And the demons laugh
As they frolic in the real world
Let them run free
Let them dance
Who I was
Will hide in their dungeon
For it is safer in there than out here
Yes, it is much safer
And there is no one
To say differently

          Punish the guilty
                    Punish the guilty
                              Punish the guilty

Who needs proof
What is proof
It was only an accident
Unintentional circumstances
Affirm nightmares
No one will find me in here
Safe in the lair of the beasts who bore me
Alone inside my head

No one
is ever sure
about you and me

So I guess
we'll be a theory
of love
in which everyone
has a different opinion
on what would prove
to be the most effective
way to proceed
from here

It will never be proven
and it will be
an unsolved mystery
where the author
doesn't give you a hint
of what might have happened

We'll be a theory
instead of a fact
because theories
can change
as I know
we will

You can get tattoos removed
And that in itself is proof
That things that you thought would last forever
May not be so.