A message to the lady with eyes reminiscent of the last moments of sunlight,
where words cannot describe that, that,
that everlasting beauty of the miracle of existence.
With the fading light (if light could fade) comes a bending of light
and that light gives life to me.

A message to a love that is not so,
I speak of you so much because that is my only way that keeps us together,
your name on my lips is the only thing of love we have.
Forgive me, forgive me, or do not,
but do not believe me a liar.

A message to the lady with the lover from a boy with a lover,
I do not feel bad for loving you as I another.
As the chess player feels no guilt of wanting a game of gambles,
or the swimmer a chance to run,
I feel no guilt over wanting to take my risks and take my laps with you.

A message to the woman with hair soft as air and browned like the gentle oak core,
I only want a few brief moments of existence.
I only want to share myself with you, and you with me,
and we can finally coalesce into something greater than ourselves.

A message to the god whom I shared only a few sentences with,
that is all I needed from you,
and all I will get.

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.

Running around the inbound of sound.
For all to see me deceive what I believe to retrieve,
the neglected objective that's been subjected in this mind of mine.
Consisting of time like fine wine of the intertwined kind will bind the blind line of mine.

The anticipation of the inevitable separation caused from the nations obliteration for youth.
What's missing is the truth.
I melt to help the self,
arose to arise the arisen distant prison crimson that listens with the  minds eye.
such as I of the mind for the eye.
Distant assistant listening for missing lies.
whimpers, cries ,
exhales and sighs.

The fantasy in witch I see continuously runs into me.
Articulating fiction contradiction **** injuries.
Repetitive incentive meant to give intensive thoughts.
breaking the awakening making me shaking taking lots.

Monstrous past at last running fast from the masked blast,
new tasks.
Configuring manipulative structured meaning that's gleaming for redeeming intent,
and the time spent when it went bad.
It's sad but i'm glad I had bad dads .
Add a tad of reflection and redemption,
let me not mention,
my intention.


                                                    Side note( reading the writing fast helps the fluidity)

To true divine,
unwind the mind.
Surpass true fate with given time.
Unified dilemmas will go without saying, most spend there time on the knees praying.
To whom will say to fallow?
Let us not wallow in uncertainty,
only clarity.

Why is it that one can tell another there is another for one another?
We are all alike more than we want to realize.
For there is no perception without perceiving practical pronunciation.
what fallows is a mastery in making marvelous miracles.
Many more to come?
One may never know unless the foot of figurative thought in water.
Water we waiting for? Jump into life for no one will wait.
we may stop but the earth will continue to rotate.
    

Beneath the ignorant feet of realization comes nothing.
Once more forgotten.
Though a new pass shall arise.
for to come,
a merciless transition to a new beginning.

You're so blind.
I whisper, as you take away my eyes.
But not my ability to see.

Can you tell me who won,
In the battle against yourself.
Was it a victory, or a surrender.
Which would be worse?

I'll live in the silence.
My Silence.
Which is different then the silence of a haunted ghost ship.
Trapped between two storms.
Which is worlds away from Shadow Silence.
One place I visit frequently.
And all of those silences are almost, but not quite unlike the
Snow Silence.

Maybe I am lying to you,
because these things aren't silent at all.
But what if I am the only one here who can hear them.
Does that make it a lie,
Or are you just not trying hard enough.

Are you trying at all?

Even though these silences are so loud
that you can't hear them.
Where are the real silences?

Right now all I know
is that my hands
have not felt the whisper
of you
underneath them
in quite some time.

Grew up in a small town
Moved to a smaller town
I've been up and down Cali
Visited three states
Still haven't found what I seek
The place to call home
Meet my one true love
Create my world i see
how I visioned it
One day have a dog
My one true friend
Go for walks
The world is ours

We'll hide like leopards,
Wearing invisibility,
cloaked in a pattern of light and dark.
Hiding in the shadows
cast by the wind

Heart seeking heart.

I wont tell you my secrets
because then they would have to be yours too.

It was bad timing on my part.