every other's yawn
would ellicit one of my own in return
i blush embarissingly
to share another's 'shame'
my craze, a harbor hoping it's a
                                   helping hand.
and atop a tall white spire the eye
      of some mind i think is mine
    gathers pieces of mindset puzzles.
at times, a
willing cohesion. same beast of mana.
   i hope it heals to share some burden.
    atleast the empathetical air
   tastes sweet to us modern mages

I don't care if it takes years,
I'll sit and wait
until it feels right.
and at that time,
it'll be glorious.
I'll know God
like she's
my second sister.
I won't even
remember when
I missed her.

oh mother of mine,
storm in my mind,
bring the thunder !
bring the rain !
I gave myself two
weeks of sadness-
that's all I can allot,
I promise;
        I'm sorry...

I could feel the angel's light
through her body.
every single piece of her
reality.
the lines and curves
were unfathomable to
me,
lest any of her movement.

fervor reflecting through her soft skin,
requiring the kindest of care.
requiting my heart to an empty room
where each beat echoes and spirals to the curls of her hair.
i dance to our minds, wondering what is it that's inside.
the charm of her eyes, a familiar guise, leads me to another tale, a curse, of demise, but, as i know, a blessing and a lesson in disguise.
would you wish to dance intwined?
us to learn by our movements aligned?
for this monument, from ruin, being rebuilt in these endless periods of time?
to lead a friendship of that divine?

"sounds like a member of the past;
nothing you can really change,
even if you tried."

the cat's beauty
was revered by kings
of lands far away-
but her majesty had passed
of old age.

they talked no more of her
as she was now gone
from this world.
still the mother's heart
wept on every day,
but the soldier kings
said it's best
not to dwell on it,
but that kitten would live
on within their mind..
taking up that silence
where there were once
purrs.

oh, my dark angel.
it is harder for you to brighten
your surroundings.
yet, I see such light within
your reverent darkness.

the difference between missing and kissing
is just one letter.

is it vain to retrain the brain; to refrain from blame through thoughts of when, and which, was yesterday's sane?

to retrace, my steps, although im minor, not for hire and one's worth not sweet; some his words first taste couldn't be drier.
(and i feel at times, adept).

sworn words that dont taste of scorn
sorrid horns i beautifully adorn
halo in the high-lows, it never did go
cracked virtuoso, china wears thin

so life's machine i take some heed
enough to see my wishes in tow
hope makes me see life in between
,the space of my words i can see  
magic intervenes

She was a nursery

off the edge of dusk.

But like the night,

it all faded into

obscurity.

if you're gentle and kind
a harmful past will resign
a medic's touch
a trustee to fall into
a shoulder to cry
a name you can call upon
a love that you must

the loquacity
you showcased
of my private
most intimate thoughts
unresolved,
it hurt me and my public
image.

in a relationship, whether it a
past or current one,
regardless of anything else,
you should always
be done right by
your partner.
to be protected from extraneous
forces.

oh how he crashes under the own
weight we made.
feels like relief as the waters flow
between him and me.
and i feel so calm
and he looks it too.
the warmth of the depths
like a warm blanket hugging.
So tell me why do I still pain.

love is an expression
I would never deny
myself.

it is relief to
say what it
is that has
been in my heart,

I would never not
regret to say it
to whomever
may be in
my mind.

don't blame yourself,
don't blame anyone.

when you get that close to greatness,
you are prone to failure.

they reached up to the universe
for their comfort,
pulling down the
webbing of constellations
to rub smoothly their cheek
like a child would their
mother's soft dress.

Express your feelings and express them true,
and by God
you might love you

your form a buoy,
to float me from the depths
to the clouds tip of the skyline
where we would lose us, in our eyes.

now without you
i drown,
as the waters rush my lungs
, that i have to forcibly neglect,
to tell you, you never failed.

I might bury the books with your name in them
A big treasure chest
Ill record the coordinates,
and make sure its weather proof,
and I'll forget about it
until another day.

you see something in me ?

i'd like to know, just to
know what you see

your eyes, they
reveal all i could
want in a millennia
of stars

your beauty, can
you see it in me ?
i want to be beautiful
i want to be a man
of great example

everything i
see internally
is just an extension
of what others
have given me,
a word amongst
a sentence spoken
by another,
yet there's something
so unique and
perfect about
a placement of
one word

i need a gift
lord, i need
your gift.
i need a lift
lord, i need
a lift.
only if i
deserve it
lord, only
if i deserve it

golden butterflies
flutter in whimsical waylays
lighting the stars and the stellaris.

a white yellow mesh
of brilliant brushes
and healing discussions.

to be happy in the darkness
is to cling to love as
tightly as one can.

it was such a light rain today
that it was practically a mist,
I could barely feel it on my skin.
I'm hopeful, but then I'm doubtful.

anew
from the
old.
awe
flashes my
eyes.
divine
is your
smite.

I'd find any excuse to have you in the room
any excuse I'd find for me and you
your presence is a comfort
the loss within you is a gift
your tutelage is a resort
I find you where the divines' eyes meet

i want to have faith in you
but i want you like i want air.
raspy gasps
of
repulsions
and hasps.
unlock your
potential.
break free from
referential.
inhibitions are
limiting conditions.
reenvision the unreedeming.

Oh yes,
you are an angel of light.
like gold, like sight.

ive been so lonesome,
a weak movement will illicit
a pair of twitches
just to shame me in knowing im alone.

my body center
scratching vinyl
burrowing questions
all stabbing in to me
pitting cycles of noise
rhytmically cutting my form
in periodic rest
toying on what you expect

with no relief
feel just as scathed
the burns have left
my form shaken

you make me feel like a Christmas piano /
your fingers play the way my heart speaks, right down to the beat /
fireside of crackling hewn timbers and smokey embers /
I am the fire, and you are the warmth of my desire /
hold me tight, and never let me go

I'm not worth much to you anymore.
a thrown out poem
a burnt letter
a scribbled note

is there an
are you sure ?,
a confirmation of your deletion,
atleast a reason for its completion ?

I miss it like snow in summer,
a longing for that season.
I'm lonely and tired and waiting
for it to feel like you are back
in my arms.

there is darkness
in death
and a light
that
pierces through
his cape

I've touched so many people deeply,
Good, bad, and better or worse;
I guess I'm glad to be of service.
(someone's gotta be ugly)

I've tried my best to do it right
(they like to remember my wrong)
and if not, try again.
(I love to try again)

Something about love
has always pulled me this or that way,
I'm sure alone.
(Better off for right now)

Better off ******.
Better off my friends
learn infamous lessons.
(I love to root for them from afar)

Lovers, leavers, leaders.
Poets, know-its, scholars.
Glad to be of service.
(A disappearing magic act)

I hope it was something healthy.
(maybe that made them wealthy)
stealthy-like: a secret link.
tell-me-like: a like-that (a free shrink).

I'll see you unconditionally
(As if I couldn't)
I wouldn't care if you were evil,
(who isn't just a little)
just be good where you can.
learn from every little moment.

i don't particularly need anyone to hear these thoughts,
i just need to say them.

love will be when I am embraced for every last one, and I will weep
with happiness in every space
there was sadness.

we have the energy of
kings within us.

lords of faraway lands.

So I cast the crowns.
and I pass them in rotations.
and like a miracle work,
or the art of the heart,
the blessings are a feast
even beyond just the taste
of blessing's bread.
and there the kingdom shall
rejoice, for they know that
there is nothing but
everything awaiting
to be reaped of us king's gaze.

I have become your fears manifested.
Abandoned beside the love I have given.
Just like them, the true nature of those fears, I'm hidden beyond your mind; to then emerge unchained.
detached from burden.
away from that grasping, vampiric latch of weakness.
instead, with it, I dance.
A two-to-tango love, that free movement of each and every one of those deficiencies shining through in my body writing the story of my life; feverishly, and frantically kicking, spinning, springing, jigging, and getting truely down without a pre or post disgression.
uncontrollable.
yet under your careful watchful eyes.
"i'll shoot ya a kiss love,
a wink will tell you more than enough."

learn to let go
and then the angels
will carry you
skywards.

the people that cross paths
with me change,
for better or for worse-
I don't know.
I have an effect on people-
that's true.
it's hard to tell what
kind,
where exactly they diverge
alike to my path.
but I find myself in
each person that
cross that threshold,
but as they change,
I change too.
I change into something
I remember
from before;
something familiar,
but distant.

my pathetic attempts of reconnection are just that.
when the barriers are so massive
i can only seem to play wall-ball by myself.

i can't deal in justice.
  from what the world has told me
since young,
    i deserve to lose everything.
so tell me again, about pride.

judge all you want.

the vibrations of nature,
in which all are born and made in conformity with, and to;
it could be
an evanescent spiral of wind,       or
a tornado storm of thunder,         or
a firey warm cage of a campfire, or
a lightning bolt's string being plucked to a percusive slap.

they speak way more true than I.

I seriously can't help but lose this human form
in tune to the wind through my hair.
he, an escapist or a realist?
a good question, I often question,
is there a difference?

not every of note
must be perfect.
because where my
eyes distinguish, they
see only of your journey of grace.
your songs play like melodies
to the heart, a whole new meaning
of what's to die for.

looking good at a funeral
but I'm still a mess
the wind has swept my hair
and what was left my
fingers have combed
a green death
what thoughts have I brought
to the altar of your demise
the bed of your rebirth