Humility
In essence
  Is simplicity
Rise above overbearance
Fall beneath innocence
  To the cowering man
Search out the transperant
Shy feelings
  Don't fret
Expand understanding
Release tension
  Inherit greatness

I have found an inner peace
free from the toils that never cease

far away the pains have past
free for once to everlast

listen to the wind blow free
I listen with my heart you see

I could no longer bear
the shedding of my soul to tear

the ceaseless pulmelling
the overbearance I could not fling

but now my returns are due
through a dark valley I made it through

for on the other side there resides
a lasting peace by the riverside

cross over the waters of life
come with me , put down your strife

let the river sweep away our past
let this river crossing be our last

A dream come true for one,
A living nightmare for the other.
A pedestal with a trapdoor.
Public isolation.
Trying to reach their image of perfection when your own is already staggering;
Literally losing yourself.
Diminished in the clutch of overbearance,
Collateral damage from two ideas of fairness.
Bruises on your spirit from social doors you walked into.
A ring with a silent W.

Brash as a wave
Is your verbose overbearance;
A noise box without a crank,
Just spit and sputter;
Have no breaks.
A false embrace
To make a step towards
What you said you wanted
Because a train on a track
Stops at nothing
Without a destination.

I have to confess,
When I feel your skin
I picture someone else;
When I look in your eyes
I look at my reflection
And question
My intentions
Wondering if I’ll
Ever have the strength
To admit disingenuity.

Puckering lips begging
To be held by another pair,
And mine have no desire
They just blankly stare.
I find more romantic fulfillment
From a pillow late at night
Than your arms
Intertwining within tangled sheets
And fake smiles.

Is this the ****** of the story?
Or did I just finish you again
Because I’m so dry
That I can’t tell why I even
Give you my time or attention.
We’re disingenuous acquaintances,
Not even lovers,
Not even friends,
We’re just here
We’re just convenient
And I think I’m finally spent.

Welcome! let me open  the gate.
This wonderful world of color awaits.
A layered labyrinth of dreams lies before you.
Respected roses rise to great you.
Outlandish orchids orchestrate an obstacle course of overbearance.
Laughable lily's litter and lubricate your lucidity.
Vibrant vines with violent viscosity.
Behold perplexities only beholden in a garden so fresh with evocation.
Crunch!
Petals scattered across the ground.
Limp are the extremities.
Reds, greens, blues and purples now turned to oranges and browns and blacks.
What happened to all of the life?
When did the love stop?
Why did you stop caring?
With no moments to nourish.
With no time spent only death could thrive.
With no attention given wounds can only fester.
Because you stopped nothing could grow.