Why do i feel, nothing?
I can't, without things to prove I do exist
I do, become more just so I can feel something
I have become so removed from joy like a cyst

When can I be seen, valuable as I am?
Slow deaths mock souls, not worth the torture
I exist so I can fit into their hologram.
I create, talk, walk so I won't die in the future

All these rules of existence divorce my soul
I can play the game to rule in their world
At the expense of my inner peace with this toil
They cage my soul while I exist to be furled

What can we do, we are to be dirt once again?
Play hide & seek with me...count one to ten.

A cornucopia of wanderlust rushes through your heart
And out comes the sing of a daisy-covered alter
Bleaching the wind beneath your limestone arches
Giving rise to the spindling spider unburdering its web
Let yourself be cuddled within the feral carnage
Of a crawling lullaby seizing the perfection
Only crafted by a darkened rainy day prolonged
By the flutter of a butterfly's wing in the night
A twilt knighted fighter emerges through power
Of outdated appendages ignorant and stumbling
Into the daytime needed to cleanse the confusion
Of his or her worship in the picture of a castle
As if it is her as if it him as if it is only an idea of reality
Plastered across the pages of another digital escapade
Landing in the marshes that make up your life now
If only you could be found in that messy forge

Sometimes I talk to the stars
on lonely nights
when the moon is not around.

I tell them how I feel
without the one I love
sitting by my side.

They don’t understand
a single word I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I tell them
how my heart aches
with every memory
I hold inside.

They don’t understand
a single thing I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

There is a place inside me
where the world can’t reach—
and that is where I keep you.
Not in my hands,
because hands can let go.
Not in my mind,
because minds can forget.
But in the quiet room of my chest,
its walls built from every moment
you’ve ever made me feel seen.
If one day
you lose sight of yourself,
I will still know where you are.
I’ll open that room,
wrap you in the memories you’ve given me,
and place them gently back in your heart
until you remember
you have never been alone.
You never have to ask me to stay—
I was never planning to leave.
And even if time
took everything else from me,
I would still have you there,
safe in the one place
nothing can break. ❤️.

My blue mixed with your storms
makes a raging torrent
and all we can do is hold on.

Could this be the rain?
The sky seems dark enough
Could this be the rain?
In the still
Of near midnight's hush
The clouds
Grab the bright full moon
And drag it away
Over the curvature
So we might have
A new day.

You only take the acting parts you like so you kept your professional status  or you could damage your name and your artistic integrity as a actor.

She standing there with her gin and tonic
Holding it like a cross
ripe for crucifixion

She turns to smile making sure you see her
Pouring out wiles of affection on the somebody that's brand new

It's like an arrow through your affliction
Cutting deeper than the burbon on your breath
Is it her way of making up a torture test ?
Well the answered would be . . . YES !

Well it's sometime between midnights
It's anytime now all of the time
She holding the arm of leaving
with the intention of her new guy she's deceiving

There's no amount of Bourbon you hush
It can't flush away the ghosts

And it must be between the midnights
It must be the last of last call for toasts

The band's quit for the night
The pianist twinkles on the keys of exhaustion
I whisper to the glass of ice
Everything's going to be alright
Best to err on the edge of caution
and learn how to roll with the dice

I wish I could be lithe
agile and graceful
limber and sure-footed
not a single trip or tumble
but instead I'm clumsy
awkward and uncoordinated
with butter fingers
and two left feet
I trip and tumble
drop things and fumble
I wish I could be lithe
but instead the universe
made me clumsy