that there are merchants of darkness and merchants of light
you run into them every day
sometimes
the merchants of darkness scream louder
and we voluntarily reach out our hands to absorb the darkness
because we are afraid
but merchants of darkness have no power
they cannot hurt us unless we are willing to hurt ourselves
unless we reach out our hands and deliberately take what they offer

merchants of light are quieter and softer
but the more light we absorb
the better we will be able to face those who give off darkness and say
"that is your darkness, not mine.
take it to God, not me.
i only absorb light."

You're my bestfriend and I barely even know you.
Funny thing is, you don't even know you.

You say you're figuring out who you are, and somehow I wish that I could show you,

You're full of substance.

I want to learn every crevice and corner of your life.

I'm so intrigued by your drive.

I want to spend endless nights together, speaking great things into existence.

I'm talking, '****, that's deep.' And 'I'll never forget this.'

And yes it sounds crazy,

but man, you really amaze me.

You see, I focus on vibes... and what I felt was unreal.

I mean, it's been so long and you helped me feel....

Like there's still hope. For genuine bonds, and for love.

Sounds cliche, but you were sent from above.

You taught me something that night;
you happen to be my favorite lesson yet.

I saw something in you.
Something much different than the rest.

You've got a weird hold on me,
one I can't seem to explain.

I'm so glad to have met you,
but that goes without saying.

Stuck to the wall
with a pirate cringe, positivity illegal as sin
good vibes that almost hurt
like a wife-beater's undershirt
Tough to clean, hard to keep
even when the ground is getting steep
going up

They say it doesn't slam, gives you chance
it lays the land ahead
But I find the blue skies like to turn scarlet
and slip faithless from my wake
It's all me, all me
driving a stake through every chance I get

At regaining decorum--
which is hard to keep, tough to clean
after a massacre, a true disaster
The lawful bickers
of a girl curling in disgust because...


Because positivity feels counter-productive
Not to mention a little too...

Seductive.

These words are brought to you by a petty fit,
not a frolick, nor even
a moment of in-betweenness--
A ******-darling particulate fire
going up

I'm a lost soul, fingers cold
Stuck to the wall and let out a pirate cringe--
why don't you--
satisfy me with positivity legal as sin
Give me those good vibes, make them hurt
like a lover's wife's lacy undershirt
Nice and clean, hard to keep
especially when you're in. Too. Deep.
But you're only going up.
From. Here.

The leaves we're burning bright
Like thunder.

Open the belly of the beast,
From under her patient paws
Uncertain

Lost in a thought,
Lost in motion.
To speak out sound
That's left unspoken.

I found a light
To keep me grounded.
Forever keeping me safe,
Sure, and certain
For there was a tinge of a
man uncertain
Lost and confused
And easily amused

By preying
On those who are weaker.

He knocked on our door,
We invited him in with kindness
He saw nothing,
but hates blindness.

I felt you sneaking,
Tweaking in.
No longer I call you friend.

Anybody else got that one person or song
You could go without it all day long
You could be angrier than a dog with rabies
Or someone who got robbed daily

Why is it that when that person or song Hppens to be around or on that all of a days Aonizing moments seem to just slip on by
To another place or another time in rhyme

It's like all those bad vibes fall apart when Something like that touches the heart
This is an odd little occurrence but im sure it's a normal occurrence Helping me decompress and acquiesce too I guess that mood changer is all we need Sometimes


(hint, pay attention to the capital letters)