there was something or another
lovely and lonely
that was shared for a brother
ugly and only
that you could have called it his and yours
or yours and his.
it was, a boring hiss,
a submissive kiss,
like a leering lisp;
and there he sat,
and there he missed
missing with his last
goodbye wish-
for you ran,
you ran,
until you were
more than amiss.

Death is a peace,
love, its treatise.
followed by after-all
each soul to their-there;
to better-off.

falsities end by the wayside
bathing off by bayside
and the truth illuminates on
no ruminating song
letting go of anything
but the light.

I keep trying to let go of my ego
but it keeps holding me back
I wonder if she'd go
if it didn't happen like that

It seems we can't escape it
my mind is here for the time being
it seems we'll never sedate it
ill just listen to my heart beating

leave me alone
or leave me in company
either way nothing will be
solved, I couldn't even tell
where I should even be involved

Place me where I may
place me where I should
Place me where it's best
Where I'd be better misunderstood

Why does it even matter?
Just keep me in the throes
of this weird life
and hope I do good
along the way.

Stars shimmer in the ink-black sky,
A cosmic dance, a lullaby,
Eyes upturned, to heavens we glance,
In the universe's eternal expanse.

They're like dreams in the night's embrace,
Glimmers of hope, a guiding grace,
Diamonds scattered on cosmic thread,
A story of life, when they're overhead.

Oh, the beauty of stars that gleam,
Each a wish, a whispered dream,
Twinkling secrets in the night,
A canvas of wonder, pure and bright.

With constellations as stories told,
Ancient myths in the skies unfold,
They remind us of worlds unknown,
Infinite mysteries, yet to be shown.

A celestial ballet, they perform,
Upon the Earth's edge, they adorn,
like a necklace of pearl or twinkling
stones,
Guiding the sailors, the lovers, and the poets too,
Stars are always there, a connection between me and you.

In uncertainty's tender embrace I stand,
A flutter of wings, a whisper in the sand.
Love's essence, elusive yet true,
Bathing in wishes, our hearts renew.

Eternal longing, petals of ash,
Risking it all, for love's sweet clash.
Beneath dark skies, snow or stars,
A connection is formed through infinite bars.

Intimate moments, eyes that won't lie,
A hand on a heart, as passions fly high.
Through winter's black nights, you appear,
Snow and stars, a mystery set clear.

I am a lucky individual,
lucky to live, to have this life,
lucky to feel the sea breeze,
lucky to face the strife.
My life is in order
and here I am to face it.
I still feel that,
my past calling to me,
but the wind's at the front
and the before is no longer
needed, but 42nd street
is my home.
I am bound to this
fate, whichever I shall
face, lesser or a greater,
where's the difference?
And which shall be in place?

Some are fearful where I am pleased
and the skyline's aura calls me to new horizons.
The bird soars
where I am grounded
only thirst keeps me from
driving forward
driven forward.

Let's take a second for appreciation.
I kind of wonder where I'll go.
Will I go to the greats?
Do I even care about that?
You had your own destiny,
but I borrowed your sweatshirt,
doesn't it look better on me?
This beach is beautiful,
absolutely beautiful.
Not really much more I can say
but a lot more I can document.
A lot more I will breathe.