There’s a brief moment that passes when the mechanical beasts cease roaring across the pathway,
When the air is light but the sky is dark, and small leaves tumble uncoordinatedly through the air like snow
When the trees toss their dappled shadows upon the road which glints dully with a warm orange glow
So important a moment that even the silence in the shifting air listens as the clouds weep to the ground

I’m free.
finally free..
from your hold on my heart
from your grip on my feelings
from your lustful looks.

I’m finally free,
from this hell we’ve called “love.”

While I love the communicable energy
Given from sanguine, upbeat music,
Sometimes the hum of the street
The rushing, dashing, of careening motors
And the leading blissfulness
Is true serenity, just enough.

Beloved, you were waiting in
the veins of my soul to provide
sweet water to quench my
spiritual thirst

no person, *****, or acclimations
relieved my desperate thirst

Today, I am a channel of your life giving water that
I freely share, and in return I am given the gift of
peace and serenity in my soul

Take me with you,
where the wildflowers grow.
Let's travel to where the sun sets;
somewhere only we know.

To escape the pain,
the bitterness of reality.
To indulge in freedom,
and the sweet serenity.

I settle for pain instead of happiness,
and sink myself in the abyss of darkness.

I settle for the lack of conversations,
and rather not voice what I want to say.

I settle for the winter than the summer,
where I cave myself in my own comfort zone in blues.

I settle for indies than dynamic music,
for songs describe me for who I am.

I settle for the silence and surrender,
and hope to be buried 6ft under ground.

I settle for death,
for being alive is too painful and I'm barely breathing.