You said my fears were irrational
But how do you deem irrational
That which a person whom
Is deeply in love with you
Deems rational,
How do you deem
My fear of losing you
Irrational?

Look at us now
The mess we've become
We've become such a wreck
A train wreck,
That even the finest form of grafitti
Cannot modify

How do you live with yourself
Knowing that you're the one
Who sinked our love boat
Now we're just another superstructure
Consumed whole,
By the unfathomable depth
Of the endless sea,
From the brutal storms of life
We didn't foresee
We cried of pain from heart fracture
Is it love that you lacked
Or was your sense of reasoning somewhat hacked?

How do you sleep, knowing that
You're the one who ripped apart
The delicate petals
To this precious rose of ours
Perhaps you won't make it
To be in the running,
In the Oscars
For the best actor award
But you do at least, deserve a few medals
Like the paraplegic athlete Oscar
For the best disloyalty

I confessed my fears unto you
And all you could do was laugh it off
You brushed the subject off
As if it were a speck of dust
On your shoulders
Rendering your pride, a form of rust
How could you have traded
Unconditional love
For irrefutable lust

You were once my pride and joy
But now a stranger you've become
Another somebody, I used to know
Sad part is that your presence
No longer brings any joy

How could you say that
My fears were irrational
When you fell into the same trap
I warned you of
How could you say
That my fears were irrational
When you succumbed to the spell
And didn't get choked by the smell
Of our burning bridge
How could you just stand there
And watch, while everything
We've ever worked for
Is burning down to dust?

Look at us now.
A premeditated crime scene we are
No evidence left to prove how close we once were
Not even a chalk outline
Look at us now.

If I can choose
What next I be
I think I might
Just be a tree

I've been busy
too busy to write.

I'm too busy loving you to write you the love poems you deserve.

I'm too busy working so I can have money to buy you the things you like to write you the love poems you deserve.

But I'm going to continue loving you,
continue kissing and holding you,
I'm going to continue being yours.
I'll never be too busy to love you.

Who needs love poems when you're in love?

Slowly rotting away from the inside,
I wonder what is and what could be
For I played hide and seek with the world for so long but it is my heart at stake I so I must abide.
Cold and ashamed I tread on along these empty streets reeking with lies and grief hoping that in this boulevard of broken dreams somewhere lies refuge and ****.

Searching the echoing dome of my heart for fragments of truths I stumbled across ghosts of my former self, soul searching for a soul that didn't need rescuing and when I stopped to ponder I saw that it wasn't me I was searching for but the part of me that is more than what home is, more than what truth can give and more than what survival means.

Children dancing across the streets,
Melodies from humming voices so heartfelt and sweet,
I dance away to the symphonies of the night, love songs and poetry recited by spirits that finally remembered how to dance leaving eternal footprints in the hearts of fellow men and the Gods giggling for eternity to come.

One look into those blazing eyes and the nomad in me comes home,
Lost in that Galaxy of glow, I was star gazing in the dark sky of your eyes,
I finally connected the dots and made out a portrait of our blissful childhood days that never were but if this is the yoke I ought to bare for my sins then it is a story I'll live to share.

I wrote letters never sent and carried words never told but this I write because it's only right that maybe someday I find the might to be the knight of your life. Through dark nights of blinded sight you'll be that glowing light, ever shining bright and never dare to leave my sight because you strip me of my one true delight.

I may be off your radar but you're forever on my screen and if this is all a dream then maybe I should open the window, to see the reality strewn across my face as the streaks of light beams cuts through the brightest of mornings leaving an ambiance of perpetual gleam.

I shout the silent shout so you never sense my doubt but maybe with these bleeding words upon this page you'll know what I am about. I am the calming rainbow of love after a harsh storm, and I love you. . .

Raised by angels
with torn wings and tilted halos..
But we walk the heavens head high, your only fallen if you say so..
Life as an observer of reality like Plato..
& like Aristotle..
i tend to pass the bottle..
as if the bottle has a message..
But the message is blank, 
So who do i thank? 

Hey, Miss Bartender I've learned nothing in my stay, 
She said come back tomorrow and perhaps your thoughts will sway, 
So now i'm a regular, Tuesday mornings and Wednesday nights.
Happy hour is when I'm most sad, but the pricing is tight.

Feeling like an old soul and I barely can drink. 
Just last year I was dumping alcohol in my sink.
get rid of the evidence, but some truths cant be hidden. 
A wise women once told me some information thats chillin... 
Brought chills to me, she said.

"Remember we were made in the image of Gods. So may your dreams be nothing short of divinity."
&Ever; since that bartenders words were spoken, I knew nothing on this planet or the next could limit me.


-afj