I am a warrior of the pen, my words
Cutting to into you like butter, beware
Your tongue as my pen is shaper
Than any words that you inflict
Upon me, My ink would
Leave you gasping for breath.

I will write you down, I will say
With words that which can bring
A tear to the eye, to make you
Feel emotions as you  have never
Felt before. A single word is more
Powerful and longer lasting than
Any spoken word.

I have a pen that is mightier than any
Sword, it will out last any of your weapons
While  turning to rust & blunt, my pen
Will still bleed words cutting in to the
Paper, words that have always beaten a sword.

I am a warrior of the pen, there are
Many that use, ink, paper & pen to spread
Words that can bring any emotion out with
But a movement  of the pen and thought.

to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

Wisdom Is that which
Is only learnt from ones
Mistakes.

For we must always
Learn to adapt to that
Which was wrong, and
Make it right.

If we repeat what was
Mirrored from past errors,
Then no wisdom is gained
Only foolishness repeated
Over and over again.