It'll be salvation now
to breathe you in somehow,
oh in this dire massacre
graves appear,
as far as the eye goes.
Pawn off my soul,
this is my corpse's affair.
It'll be salvation now
to breath in your air.

He wrote poetry

As one may take the bus

Patiently waiting in the eye of the storm

His storm, the storm of thought

With or without cause or fuss

Or an element of uncertainty

Whether or not the wait will deliver

Deliver us to the fate of salvation

i spent
the afternoon on the
lawn in a clover patch
plucking the 4th leaf off

because last month
was so clouded
and i shone too bright

too gaudy

but now i'm here
fixing these little *******
taking their 4th
leaving 3

increasing their chance of survival
like i did with that worm
on the sidewalk this morning
i
picked her up and
hurled her into grass and
I didn't look back.

sometimes salvation is violent.

All of those past events
The mountain climb, and the descent
They're scrolling past to lay my
Destruction.

And once I'd gone to the other side
Despite all that I had left behind
They've started hunting for my
Salvation.

And they're gone,
Yes they're gone,
While I'm torn
In the maze of my
Contortions.

And they're gone,
Yes they're gone,
While I'm tearing
The fabric of my
Illusions.

Your effort are not as bad as you think.
Those tears aren't sign of being weak or vulnerable.
You are kind and precious.
If ever you find people still hurt you quite way off from what you've thought they never do — Always to choose the path of forgiving
It doesn't mean that you are too easy to be discarded.
Instead, you are strong enough to tell them how you value their time,
How you care for their sake,
And how you treat them in a way they deserve to be.

It isn't your mistake to love.
It is always their choice to receive your love or hurt you in pieces.

Ah  my sweet, beautiful angel--
baby.. can you feel it?
The Majestic Universe,  in its
infinite love for you
is pressing itself  down upon you.

  Feel the thickness of Love's
containment, as the core  of you
shudders
on this new-found  of yours,  
Holy ground.

  And like a child, wide-eyed
the warmth of Love's touch
causes your innocence to prophesy..

  De innocentibus prophetiae, love--


  And  n e v er   will you  ever  
  ever again

    doubt

  that the  core
  of who it is that you are
  is  truly  loved