Some days, love is my friend
Easy to slip away and into the Universe’s embrace.
“Teach me about myself” I’ll say
Cause even though I feel like I understand,
It's hard to tap into that natural intelligence, hard to listen to my soul, be still.
Got a devil in my ego,
Telling me I'm content with submission and stagnation,
Whispering louder than my screaming heart,
My poor heart, pleading for internal peace,
But my ego says, "That’s no good, you're not there yet, you might never be.
So, **** it, here's a drink."
Forget everything I know about loving myself or giving a **** about anything,
Focus on nothing.
Fidget, uncomfortable in my skin
Shutter out of the Universe's embrace and into scrambled thoughts.
I come to, “but I'm awake!" I’ll say,
"I know you're there and I won't listen to you, Ego!"
Unsteady, don’t know what’s true so I can't listen to anything.
My natural intelligence numbed, so what powers my heart is yelling to me,
"Listen, listen!
Love is your friend
Stay still so I can come to you my love, my sweet!"
If only I could,
Some days I just can’t be still.

Wither your wings go
Yet, forth you walk
To parting lips, blackened
Breath
Sheathing nervous impulse

Behind roiling haze
You were immortal, once
Gazing without seeing
A glass heart
Full of hope

Life flushed your veins gold
Sunk its teeth
Into warm pulse
Carried two sets
Of two strands
To a place, called home

But fear
Etched its make
Into the hollow of your soul
Creasing aspirations
Careless in their birth
And growth

Lying, in a lull
You flicker through
Replays
Fingers lacing
Soft wake,
Soft skin,
Immeasurable