I'm trying to save you.
why are you holding back?
what is it that you're scared of?
why have you stopped begging for life?
is this how it's going to be now?
are you about isolation now?
you give me life.
I can't lose you.
just not now.
give me your hand and let me help you.
you're my forever, forever.
don't put out the fire inside of us
I still flame for you

Not enough words are ever told.
We just think she's aware.
Simply because to others she's known as your woman.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's wonderful.
Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's beautiful.

Look her in the eyes.
And tell tell her, you love her.
Then watch that smile gleam.
Watch her eyes beam.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's a living dream.
To you, she's everything.
More than that she's your appointed Queen.

And watch what you receive in return?
Loving arms surrounding you.
Sweet tender lips kissing you.
A woman with high regards of love only for you.

Be that man she loves dearly.
Be that man she protects like you do her fearlessly.

Just look her in the eyes and speak.

It's been a while
Since I've written here,
The dust has grow
Upon these words.
The fluidity with which once they flowed,
Gone.
Gone is the promise of a new day,
A new sun,
A new poem,
Gone is that ready elegance.
Words come out now, yea,
But forced.
The line breaks choppier,
The rhythm forced and staccato
Rather than the smooth sailing
Or the fierce and glorious torment
Of a summer tempest
O'er the high seas.
But here I am,
Time have I,
And so
I write.

Feel like ****,
Worse than that,
**** doesn't trip on its *****
And hurt someone it loves.
Stay up late,
Maybe all night,
Wishing on things
Shouldn't have said.
So dumb,
So very dumb.
Perhaps apologies
Will never be enough,
Perhaps, just perhaps,
They will be.
Stumbling blind through the dark,
Entering a land of infrared and
Ultraviolet lights,
Ones I cannot see yet
I manage to find
The roughest, toughest, darkest spots
And run full-force into them.
I must sleep,
Yet know not if I can.
I have less than 4 hours to rest,
Yet cannot away to that dreaming world
For knowledge of what I have now wrought
In this.

Beauty is pain, they so often say.
Well, okay.
Life is beautiful, they say as well.
Indeed, we may say.
But if life is beauty and beauty is pain,
Then is not life pain?
For my life surely is.
And is not our
Biological goal
To seek an end to the pain we feel?
But surely genetics have made us so,
So that we can escape pain.
Death
Is the end of life,
Or at least of this one,
On that all may agree.
And so if death
Is the end of life
And life
Is pain,
Then is not death
Our goal?
Is not death
The desired release?