Needle in hand here I stand ready and willing to inject love again bi-pass the brain, bi-pass the pain and straight to the heart.

Feeling all sense of reasoning depart as I am starting to feel the high, I start believing in all the lies all the clichés that say love is blind, love will conquer all, and you’ll find the one someday.

I’m starting to crash coming off my high at last, no longer seeing the world though love stained eyes knowing now that love is dead and so am I, just want to close my eyes, just want to fill the holes in my heart with lead.

Instead, I’ll sit and cry as more pieces of me dies just like the time I realized that the tooth fairy and saint nick was a load of ****, lies they sold me without a warranty.

I fell to sleep in a river of my own tears seeing my worst fears that to her love was all lies; love was just spreading her thighs. I was seeing the world through love stained eyes.

I awoke the next day and I started to pray, the whole world wasn’t this way, so I took a deep breath looked around no one like me left to be found. I’m just a freak in this small town
one of a kind out of place out of time. Looking for real love one that will pass the test of time, but only in the older folks this is found.

When I’m sober and not on loves high, not blind and have come out of this delusion of mine about true love in our time. I start to get it in my head and take it into my heart that romance and chivalry are dead.

So I’ll stop looking for the one and stop wasting my time, and find a compromise to loves broken lies. Something less refined more jaded with less frustration and more sedation, less confusion more illusion.

Woke up this morning hopping to find the one but found none. Put the needle in my hand and straight to the heart all over again, believing the lies as she spreads her thighs saying she will love me for all time, seeing the world through love stained eyes.

Our lives are not ours and ours alone; into this world of needs we are thrown. We are bound to each other in one way or another from first breath to last sigh, by each act of kindness or unkind we are tied.

Our past, present and our tomorrow’s can be full of happiness or sorrow, the consequence of what we do today ripples through eternity’s come what mays. Death is only one door that shuts and one door that opens up for all others and us.

The power that drives a man to cower in dark hours can drive that man in the next to run into the fire. The unseen force that lets us transcend we carry with us over and over again.

This power guides our life it is up to us to do with it what is right, there is no coincidence every turn of events leads us to what, and where we are meant. The time we have is sublet our deeds are the rent, contempt or content what you get is what you sent.

Verily form and substance are like a dream, a fantasy or dew on the grass of green, and our fortunes are like a lighting flash, time may be infinite, but yours and mine will not last. What we do is but a drop in the wide ocean blue, but what is an ocean but a multitude of drops of what we do, Sink or swim in life’s ocean we that we are thrown in.

One small deed may only plant a seed for a tree but someday it will give shade in time of need if not for you then maybe for me.

Our lives are not our own, from womb to tomb we cannot make it alone. From this life to the next, from this decisive moment until eternal rest, our earthly lot is made of what we gave, not what we got; only this we can take to our grave.