She calls from across town
And drags me out of my thoughts
Cleans them up for me
My mind is a gutter
Wipes away the self loathing
With nothing more than her voice
Fingertip's touch feels like lightning
Traces a Mona Lisa on my back
-I can’t take much more of this. You’re too good for me.
Her line of sight makes me feel like and uninvited guest
A crinkled forehead snaps me back
-Your good is for me.
Lips part
Her singing flows over my ears
I sing with her
The harmony is beautiful

Voice like a strawberry coloured sunrise
Its cry shatters my piece of mind
My fingertips throb with delight

Swim through ideas wet with thought
It swirls and creates
Just a drop brings me to my knees

Never could I pray for a worthier cause
Standing at the cliff you pushed me off
My exulted freedom

We walk to the corner
Smoke a cigarette as the cars flash by
Rain kills the small gray clouds

Beseech to be free to live to move on
I am stripped of my chains
I brush these off my shoulders

And now I see so clearly
What you really meant
How I could love you so dearly
And for you my love I sent

You would take my hand in yours
And with trust I would follow you
The silence broken by the open door
Walk on through and be born anew

My house I built on the mound of dirt
You would cry and call me just the same
-Come down, share with me your hurt
A blind moth will seek no flame

My anguish my pain and sorrow
You took and held on as your own
You watched me slowly destroy my tomorrow
Against myself I cast that first stone

You could not take it in the end
Your soul so strong it burned so bright
You showed me my soul I could mend
The blind moth can again see the light

-*Adieu

I am a sum total.
Every instant of my existence
Has built me from the ground up.
I am no such thing as original.
I am afraid I am ordinary.
-They say you are what you eat.
This much is true.
Food for the soul.
Friends.
Music.
Loves and hates.
Passion and empathy.
-I am such a glutton.
Make no mistake
This sin’s far from deadly.
I want to dive into my subconscious
And ask him a few questions.
Pick his brain so I can understand my own.
Understand every little piece of me.
Every shard of glass in my life’s mosaic.
Gleaming and smiling and sitting pretty.
I strain to break the quality control.
Slam my fist through the mirror.
Setting my own standards.
Seeing around the subjective.
Striving through the superficial.
Discover how to make me
Better than what is expected
-An autodidactic psychological modest narcissist of mind and body.
Achieving perfection through imperfection
And realizing perfection is imperfect itself.
Letting my imagination create my purpose.
Finding my dreams and aspirations through my being.
Blinded by their somber cries.
Take them by the hand and turn them
Into lucid sunlight across my face.
Watching reality as I sculpt
My life with my own two hands.
The power to caress the clay into beauty
Or smash it into the dust of the Earth.
But alas, I am not of my own.
My ideas are not my own.
Merely borrowed thoughts juxtaposed
Into a pastiche of individuality.
My extensions to you
Are what I can call my own.
Creativity.
Belief.
Love.
Impact.
A handprint on your shadow.
Endeavor to reach out.
Palm your shoulder.
Wrap a finger around your mind.
And put a piece of me in you.
Memory and emotion shall succeed me
And live through you.
-We truly are immortal.

I’m on top of the world.
Everything’s below me.
I’m five years old and nothing’s
Going to take me down.
I will go outside and play in the sand
Or maybe a squirt gun water war.
I will go back home and DEMAND a snack
‘Cause I’m five years old and master of all I see.
I will sit at the dinner table and eat only what I want.
That means no broccoli or green beans or carrots or crap.
(Oh my gosh! Did I just say that? That’s a BAD word.)
I don’t want to go to bed at nine.
I want to stay up.
‘Cause I’m a recalcitrant five year old
And I should always get my way.

-Onward! Forward!
Through the fields
Remnants of my optimism
Such high hopes
Carrying so much strife
-But they’re not that strong.
Thoughts dance with ideas of their own
They build up and spread their children
An ever-changing people
With an obstinate nature
Humanity defined by the ill by-products
Of the Human Condition
Fighting for control
-Wrong! Wrong! You’re all wrong!
Subjective morality
We won’t finish until we all think like ourselves
Sinners and saints are the same
-Crusade! Jihad!
God cringes in embarrassment
We live with our consequences
So much has changed
So much will change
It’s really the same

Mind wanders through itself
Discovering memory and dry leaves
Living in terms of daydreams that will never come true

Ants crawls across my elbow
Flight achieved
My lack of focus is my Muse

What I want is
Command the universe with feeling
I am God in me

Courage morality even fate
Start to lose their meaning
When I rewrite their definitions

I build and destroy
I laugh and cry
My world

I walk through mazes
Curious to see what waits
All of this in me

Colours bleed and saturate
The air smells evocative
A comet falls through the sky

Brain storms and déjà vu
I rush to greet with a smile
And all of this in a blink

Reality to make my wish
I can not disagree
This is too much fun

*-I am free