I'll say a word
I'll pen a thought
In the most abstact manner
About sharks in the ocean
Some hammerheads
Smelling blood
And no matter my intentions
You'll find your own meaning
And it will mean something to you

But I'll intone
I'll sing a song
In my plainest language
My purest intention
I love you
I always will
And I'll be alone
Because thats what makes you happy
Yet you'll find no meaning in that

Plants grow even in the desert
And I'll turn on the radio
And hear a song
We used to call our own

How can I forget?
Only by remembering that it was a song of sorrow
I'll forget
Because you want me too

And all my love is meaningless

people used to look at things differently
before a knowledge so absolute
before a metal brick could always tell you the answer

one would look at the sky and wonder where it all came from
are we really better off with all of the answers?

you are broken.

but, like coloured fragments
in a stained glass window
light refracts through you
and creates something beautiful.

you are fractured.

but, like a cracked brick
in a weathered sidewalk
a flower tenderly pokes its head through
and creates a patch of optimism.

you are crushed.

but, like a crumbling Greek statue
millions look
from across the world
and marvel at your power.

there is beauty in whole,
and there is beauty in broken.
don't overlook either.

My mind
Searches for reasons why
I should care or be here at all

My soul
It yearns for something more
Something yet to come
Or something in the past
That has been taken from my

My heart
Aches and grows tired of beating
After every breath I take

My body
Has grown weary
From all the abuse
I give to myself from day to day

My skin
I wear it so well
But I want to get out of it
Because it's uncomfortable as hell

My eyes
Try to look towards a better life
But then I get snapped back
To where I started and I struggle to climb

I bring a flashlight
Into outer space
The ether in between
Galaxies
I bring a candle
Into a cave
And not see the paintings
Of ancient memory

Heaven help a soul who falls in love

I bring a lamp
Into the void
And cannot find an outlet
I'm left in abysmal darkness
I'll bring a torch
Into the woods
But it never could protect me
From the wolves

Heaven help a soul who falls in love

what if we could fold up the mountains,
into a small square that we keep in our pocket.
what if this barren road littered with cacti,
wasn't a bittersweet median,
between what you want and what you have.
what if it was all enough,
what if it didn't break your heart.
what if it isn't the end,
but the long- awaited start.