Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.

Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.

Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.

Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.

One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.

One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.

I wanted more for you
than I wanted for myself.
But you showed me
You didn't care
and I wasn't enough.

Daily routine was your happiness
and me pretending I was happy.
Never did I think my love for you
Would **** me in the end.

But I died. I didn't care
Lost in an unfamiliar world.
Left alone figuring my way through.
So many drunk nights. So many mistakes.

Morals down the drain.
Cold tile floors my comfort at night
But warmer than your words.

One week passed. Then two.
Born again in
Whiskey and Joints.

Week three was better
Week four was a realization.
Thank you!
For your breakup-text
Thank you for letting me go.

I would have stayed,
Even though I was unhappy.
I would have done anything
To put you first.
Unlike you did for me.

Thank you for choosing yourself
and letting me discover what happiness is.
Week five has proven progress.
I'm first.

You wanted more for yourself
Than I was willing to give
and I show you now
that I always cared
But now I never will again.

You can live without me, and I can live without you, but who's to say we didn't already die.

God bless the one who PRAYS
PRAISE the Lord's heavenly REIGN
RAIN on me, then warming RAYS
RAISE my soul to a higher PLANE

PLAIN and simple, he can HEAL
HE'LL save any sinner TOO
TO him, surrender yourself WHOLLY
HOLY father is for me and you


PRAYER

oh Lord, can you hear my PLEAS
PLEASE shelter me from the RAIN
REIGN over me with a watchful EYE
I long to make it to your domain

Anger, anger, the only thing on my mind,
As you smiled sickly, and left me behind.

Sadness, Sadness, the only thing I feel,
As you lied through your teeth, leaving nothing real.

Despair, despair, the only thing in my heart,
As you stomped out my hope, and tore my soul apart,

Betrayal, betrayal, the word rings in my ears,
As you strutted away, leaving me in tears.

They said don't judge a book by its cover,
But thats what I did with you,
You were just a lie,
You were nothing real.

I was a dainty white rose,
But now I have grown thorns,
I don't trust anymore,
A demon reborn.

patience and desire
eyes on the prize
even though it seemed lost
true gold lies deep in the glow of those hazel eyes

a tale that threatened with tears
and the dread of heartfelt slips
veers towards the tessellation of your body
head-to-toe with my lips

overwhelmed by fears of turbo-charged love
and at which stops this train may be calling
yet trepidation is drowned by exhilaration
as this new adventure is dawning

hips on hips and longful gazes
hearts singing unheard notes
your hand in mine, side by side
we sail forth on our choice of cupid's boats

Today i feel torn
by the fact that i'm far away from my home.
In her heart next to her lame stuff and the corn .

Thats a joke because in their nothing is lame,
its where my every affection was reborn.

Every light, my every desire , and every poem .

Even though we are lost to eachother now,
I quite often think of what you did for me and how.
Even though I am all ripe and grown now,
I quite often think of when I was a fragile little boy on your stripped white gown.
I was lone, forgotten, broken and ****** up,
and you taught me that I have knees, that I can stand, run and show the world that I also have a "me"
Even though I am standing now,
I quite often thank you with a thought.
The image, I built for and from you, showed me a path, I am grateful to walk.
I still hold value in our values back then,
even though we've grown over them.
I quite often wish without a second thought,
and never with a doubt,
that everytime I see you again,
I see that same smile on your face from back then.
Thank you,
My companion in thought, my friend,
for birthing me for the second time back then.

I toss and turn as monsters hunt me in my dreams . I wish and pray for a fairy godmother who can return me to my mothers womb. Being born was not my agreement to this cold harsh world.

I used to find answers at the bottom of a bottle and happiness at a touch of razor blade .. Then life came and told me stories about stupid friends and fake sunsets . He told me or happy endings tied in a bow and I felt for it . Every **** bit.

I tore myself down and hoped that I could be better everyday. That I could fit the picture that they were looking for  but I never did . Instead I told myself lies because I needed to sleep at night . Even for an hour before God switched the lights back on.

I now realize pain is not something you leave behind , it owns you for life so why denied it? Your shadow leaves you but your blade never does . And trust me you can fbe me love at the bottom of a bottle .