broken words and wilting bodies,
that's us, a messy generation of
glassy eyes and bulletproof souls.

Majestic eyes glow. Our hearts already know. Destiny will make it so.

Our beauty appears through the years. The direction our path steers. Our ambitions collide. Big hearts open wide. Generous & giving. Celestial happiness is alive & living. Strong minds with souls are kind. Your spirit love will seek & find. Unbreakable bonds bind.
Sacred connections unshatter.
A family to protect. & love, is all & everything that matters.
Envy is brutal & batters.
Aggravation disorder clutters & clatters.
Flirting harrassment unflatters.
A vision of hope develops.
Perfection is distorted & interrupted.
Childhood's get corrupted.

Sometimes all you can do is cry the feeling away,
and close you eyes, believe and pray,
just know that you're not alone,
one way or another,
others similarly suffer,
we're all in this together,
just not physically next to each other,
somewhere deep inside, we know we're stronger,
a few tears may slide, but just hang in there a little bit longer,
I tell myself things will be better,
that in a year or two my worries won't matter,
all the overthinking I produce,
tryin'a get rid of but no use,
all the things I'm doin',
just adds to the ruin,
oh I keep on tellin' myself things be better,
sooner or later, I keep on sayin' things be better,
that I can keep myself together,
but there's just so many things I can't unshatter,
will I ever reach an end to all of this,
can't find the faintest smell of bliss,
somehow the bad I never miss,
this hole I'm digging is baseless,
don't know if that's good but all my eyes feel is darkness,
waiting for the day I free from this mess,
then you came along, my days became more brighter,
the pain was still there but felt much lighter,
made me trust that things do get better,
not everything goes well,
trying to stand up every time I fell,
so I keep on telling myself things'll be fine,
don't need for everything to be mine,
things'll turn out okay,
as I close my eyes I say,
things won't always go bad,
while I lay on my bed,
things'll be alright,
with a blanket I wrap myself tight,
everything'll soon be better,
holding back a whimper,
I echo in my head this goodnight whisper.

~A.d | 8 Nov 2014

Oh, how in this cruel and loveless world
selfish men walk by and are blind to the helpless beggar
holding out a withered hand
begging food to sustain his hollow and shattered life.
Oh, who among all the sons of men
look with love on their fellow man
to touch and unwither the withered hand
and unshatter a poor beggar's shattered and broken ankle.
To make the broken body whole again.
Of the one they laid at the beautiful gate
but could not make his life so.
Oh, how two men with love in there hearts
redeemed and taught by the one who is love
as they passed through their temple gate
did with the touch of a hand
restored the shattered and broken leg
bone to bone made straight again.
Oh, a hollow and shattered life
and the shattered and broken leg
silver and gold can never restore
but only the power of love and grace
from the one who is love
channeled through the touch of Peter's hand.
Oh, then the chains of the poor man's flesh
that bound him tight were broken.
leaping and dancing and weeping for joy
a new life given to him
and praising the maker who made him
the one who breather into him the very breathe of life.
As all the people dumb and unbelieving
that which their eyes did see
could only stand and wonder
that such a thing could be
by the touch of a single man's hand
and all the people wondering
that such a thing on earth could ever be
and Peter speaking, "Oh, why do you wander on this so?
Don't you know the power to heal any poor man
did flow from the lovely hand of the son of man
from the one who is love.
The man you hated so
the one who's body you left all tattered and torn
the one whose tongue never said a cross word to any man
the one you hung from a tree for all to see.
Oh, you killed the one who is love that day
and the one who was love died for the love of you all.
Oh, how you cursed his name
and with spikes you drove through his hands
as blood from his limp body ran down the tree
and stained its wood scarlet red.
Oh, the one so long expected
spoken from days of old.
the one come to save you through his dying hand.
Oh, the one who brought dead men to life
you hung dead for all to see
in place of such a man who killed so many
with his savage and murderous hand.

I thought your love would save me
I thought your hugs would replace my medication
You kisses could be my therapy

I thought you could fix what had been broken
I wanted so badly to believe so
But I was wrong again

I thought it would be like the movies
And you could be my Prince Charming
You’d take away my disease

In real life there are no perfect endings
You can’t shield someone from hurt
Won’t protect them from everything

You can’t unshatter a heart
You can only put bandages on the bruises
You can’t put back what’s been ripped apart

I thought your love would save me
Wanted it more than anything
Thought it would be a cure
So why do I still think these things?
I’ve learned that how you feel about me,
Doesn't change how I feel about myself
And not even a sea of love
Can make my love myself

i have no idea what this rain is
  red?
  grey?
  acid?

  soul blood?
  mind meh?
  heart burn?

Summer rain
  warm wet pain
Winter sleet
  the **** complete?
Fall fall
  leaves die and all
Spring sprung
   weeds from dung

today's word is ****
not *** making love sweet luck
just ****

armageddon
apocalypse
  every feeble fruitess flirt you've ever done
     dying dead decaying on your lips

almost excellent
it's really just ex-clint

all the peaches are rotted
  disease spotted

why are you still talking
  or are you attempting singing
cancerous words spat from a tumor-riddled throat
  choked out past that merely muddy moat

did you dream of this in your delightfully dreary dredging days
  soaked drenched in the worthless wonder of your whatever always

fruitless fruits are your words
wasted whims untasted on limbs
in a barren bone orchard

suspected
or unexpected
doesn't ******* matter
one way or the other
doesn't unshatter
doesn't cease this rain smother


**** it
sometimes you just have to throw pebbles into the sea