Silence is an ethereal beauty,
So relinquished and hated upon,
Those who do cannot recognise.
They take no time to understand the joyous warmth.
They cannot accept and allow the time to process their own minds.
For we are not adept to allow ourselves personal reconciliation.
For the silence so many see as an entrapment is in fact such a sanctuary.
To alleviate and grow.
To process and to flow.
To develop and to understand this narrative is a means to progress,
For we should not feel trapped in our own head.

In humble beginnings I took my first step
As I walked I became a man and therefore felt I was exempt.
How little I really knew and how could I predict that the love I had since gained could die in a single *****.
Lies, deceit, jealousy and greed,
These elements led a few who could not see me succeed.
Fire was held on to me, lies to spread and paint.
Unbeknownst to them, out the fire bred the saint,
In the heart of any man who has been rejected in the eyes of unjust hate,
In the heart of all people wronged when their souls are faint.
Stand tall and let it be known that no one is alone,
We all feel the same and through the unjust pain we have grown.

For in chaos we found beauty,
Undisturbed by the night,
The essence of adolescence seemed broken by the light,
How mindless and self serving it seems we all must have become,
How loathing of indifference a toleration down to none.
Open minded and sacrificial is what you all claim to be,
All in disguises none of which you ever seem.
The essence of adolescence i suppose was lost in hindsight,
We were fooling ourselves,
Such as flies to the light.

I'm part of the exclusion zone.
Of you and them and me.
I'm lost in past, forgotten fast.
Old news, and ceased to be.

All well and good in time to brood.
For memories remained.
I'm outside staring, sightless, glaring.
Forget me not, refrained.

I hope for love's sweet comfort.
In shattered future's loss.
When I'm remembered fondly.
And swept away the moss.

If recall be painless.
Reminded with a smile.
Sit aside my resting place.
And think of us awhile.

What I've learned from moving from place to place is that time goes by fast, you gotta enjoy what you have and who you are with, because things change and who knows what the future holds, an accident can happen or someone could die or even I could die. I don't want to live a life full of "what if's" and regrets, do you? Always keep in mind nothing remains the same.

My home ran way
Now I sit were glass meets the frame at the window and wait.
How long has it been
Years?
Weeks?
I'm not sure I care.. I'm not sure I don't

The mountabank came round again
Selling me a fictitious love.
His love.
You see, sense he travels so much selling the good oils
of
Rosemary tilled out of our toilet, Powders that
I personally
made from the stalagmites that grow in the southwest corner of my dwelling,
and
Teeth whitener
scraped from off only the finest ingredients
of
Feets calus, the kind aquired after walking long enough to no longer need shoes.

No he had no time for me and besides, he wasn't my home.

I'd have my fun but... He could never hold my love.

Yesterday I passed away
The cold nothing
Became a greater threat this time
I didn't have my home
Nor my love
I wasn't ready to go.
In a dank cave somewhere in the Philippines
After the hair on my head grew from fire red
To silver white.
Still sitting where the glass meets the frame.

And the epiphany of it all was when we looked into each others eyes and I saw galaxies in yours while you saw nothing in mine.

drip, drip, drip,
the cold bead slides
through the slits of bark.

drip, drip, drip
the leaves bear weight
of a thousand drops.

drip, drip, drip
the crack of the bark
the rip of the leaves
the winds pressure
the roots.
the branches pressure
the tree.

The fruit falls.
The land needs.
The bark snaps.
The tree bleeds.

drip, drip, drip,
the cold bead slides
through the slits of the bark.