I missed you tonight,
You went to sleep,
Pleading exhaustion,
Don't worry, I understand.
I'm just angry with myself,
That I was busy with other things.
After you went,
Like an addict in withdrawal,
I panicked.
What would I do until tomorrow?!
Then I realized,
I truly understood,
It will always be this way.
I will always miss you when you're not here,
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
You're ingrained in my blood,
You're stamped into my heart,
And you've invaded my soul.
I live for you.
So I finally have something to live for.
Thank you.
-Mike

Lips make the sweetest promises
That could hook me like a lure

Lips make the dearest promises
That I am loved and cared for

Lips make the kindest promises
That I won’t be lonely anymore

Lips make the greatest promises
But…
I’ve heard them all before

awake
waiting

for the call
that isn't coming.

My secret place began with a big bang, expanding as space divided and multiplied.
Intersections and dark lines forming strange corridors
Watching each mass in flux become its own synaptic map.
Gloomy ghosts of the past intersecting with visions of the present.
Energy always pushing forward constantly rerouting old wiring.
My secret place is a radiating pool reflecting infinity within a cave of glowing moss.
Shallow puddles paint theses surfaces but beneath their glimmering façade
There are endless depths funneling to dimensions beyond my own comprehension
Worlds of what if and why not places where loved ones are never lost just locked away
Saved in an astral plane to be remembered any day I choose.
Emotions are evident through the rocks as they cycle through cliché colors
Red for rage, blue for despair, green for calm, and purple for passion.
Siren songs of yester everything echo through the wet walls
Sounding lamentation and celebrations of every degree
From overjoyed and apathetic to all the shades of agony.
Angels and demons manifest in varying degrees of desire.
Ego and id sipping slime from the pulsing membrane of the cave walls.
Red rocks thumping like an African drums beating to the rhythm of my heart.
For some their sacred secret place is a safe zone but my home is fraught with danger.
There is always ying and yang *** for tat.
Abstract things born to balances great happiness with deep sadness,
So I can appreciate the beauty and irony because security is an illusion and stability is for fools.
My secret place is fluid always adapting to me, a changing sea unencumbered by destiny.
Better than Wonderland worse than Neverland, and almost as sweet as OZ.
I won’t lose my head but I may lose my heart while flying far to slow to start.
All dreams and fantasies rise and fall from within these corridors.
Prison cells of DNA forms certain passageways flaring with neurotransmitters.
My secret place will fall one day receding into the dark shadows of collapsing stars
Be ****** up into the grand void of space and spit out a wasted mass of molecules.
No matter how hard I try to describe this, you will never really know my world.
As I will never live in yours, so I wonder what is your secret space like?

I will never understand
the happenings of some things.
Like the horrific and horrible
that happens to the innocent,
like the willful and intentional ignorance,
Of death and pain and torture.

I will never understand
how evil is doled out among us.
By chance, by fate, by deliberate decision?

I will never understand
The recovery that happens,
After the unforgivable; forgiveness,
After death; new life.

I will never understand
Love that won't go away,
Even when told,
Even when begged,
Even when commanded.


I will never understand
how you go on.
I will never understand
how I go on.
I will never understand why.

thought you would be here by now,

It feels like eternities and eons are twisting around in my stomach,

It's like I can feel you coming to me,
Through space and time on your journey,

Through the aether and the unknown
I feel your breath in the wind,
Your sight in the light

Where are you?
Where are you?

The mist is in the way,
The shadows feel here to stay.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?

More hopes dim each day,
When my head is down to lay


It gets harder and harder without you here,
I thought you would be with me
I expected these battles to be fought by your side,
shoulder to shoulder,
partners in vibe,

I can't see you,
or touch you,
or tell you my love,

The battles that I am winning don't feel like enough.


I am sick of delay,
of hopes and dreams.

I need this actualized,
lest all my feels, be realized,
I am terrified, locked in my place.

But I know,
what's left is breaking the daze and the fog I applied to the mind...

When after so many search attempts,
there was no you to find.

I am gathering my things,
paying my dues.
Processing my mind,
that was reduced to mere fumes.

I will go on my way,
with my strength through the darkness.

I know the last trials will seem like the hardest.

I am going to go where my soul finds song,
and maybe that's where you and I belong.

Serene and sober?
More like suffering and sad.
The truly sad thing is that I'm not
Sad, that is.
I'm quite happy, as things come.
Lonely, perhaps,
Yes loneliness breeds its own
Sorrow, pain, agony.
Is this an inability to love oneself;
This I am certainly unsure.
The idea of being alone I think,
Is what truly makes one suffer.
The physical aspect can be,
Overlooked?
The comfort that comes with
Knowing you have a place
Is the thing that really cures pain.
Here I sit, complaining of loneliness
With a loving family, friends and all.
The love I seek is romance;
This bond is different entirely.
A deep connection to one who,
Has no obligation to be there.
A bond forged with a complete,
Utter stranger is something
Beautiful.

There they are.
Waiting for the master puzzle-maker
To push them a little closer
Toward that "just-right" fit.

Soft, gentle curves
Filling right into the void of the one meant to connect.
Sharp angles
When put together make the perfect straight angle.

Corner pieces
Smooth on the outside,
But just as intricate on the inside as
The pieces that they match.

Then there's those center pieces
They've got so many empty spaces
It takes at least 4 others
to perfect.

These pieces,
when put together,
Make a beautiful
masterpiece

But my soul
Seems to be
misplaced from another puzzle.

Sharp corners
Don't fit another.
Missing spaces
That were once filled.

Now these gentle, sloping curves
Are sometimes pushed against another
In hopes that they will fit
In hopes of that "just-right" fit.

But once the puzzle is finished
Once the others have been made complete
It'll be quite obvious.

This piece will remain
beautifully
incomplete.