This place that
I have lived
Always brings
The long buried
Me to myself
The most
Distant i am from


So lost
The debris i need
To clear are piled
So bad, it breaks
As my spine flakes
To wash me off
Myself that i am not



The chills in the air
Fills by heart so bare
The leaves of maple
Weaves me a cradle
The black smooth tar
Glides me so far
In this place of care


As life cuddles me
How it’s meant to be
I want to be a child
Just to be loved mild
A search for my soul
To find thee my goal
In this place so bold



Being loved is a solace
To the wound i embrace
Of being me not myself
With the debris gone
Wish the sanctity lives on
What never fails me
Is this place so glee

Eternal time always as new

Please explain to me too

When I have less of you

I need you more

When I have more of you

I am less with you

Why is this so

Marvel the man’s mentation that meditates to manufacture memories in a mystery mind, to match music mixing onto a melancholic myself

Take away from me not
The one reason to be
Able to dream and believe
In a sweet emotion, life taught

I have lived in it a lot
Call it my dream
Call it my belief
Call it my character of sorts

Expect No one to call the shot
No one to reciprocate, I got
To find it in the abstract
It’s not for an act

It’s an emotion of my thought
I need no loaner
I need no moaner
I dare to live it
A reason to get
Into the sweetness, life brought