Everyone is wrong,
even me
there is only one
right,  he's three

In a world
full of falsehoods
ignoring the double edged
Truth

Instead of masking
my shortcomings
I'd rather bleed
as I read

Grant me Courage
Love,  and Understanding

Growing tension
Ever threatening
To take the life
That bore its creation
To take the life
That engineered its existence

Proof,  I say
Proof the sharpened wisp is
Self destructive in all its ways
Evidently masochistic,
The snarling horror
Edifies it's stature
Sharpening its teeth
On his own malice

Builds himself up
To tear himself down
At the foundation

Words
mean nothing compared
against gravity

Planes
bent around pinnacles
consistent of

Truth
beyond description
interpretable

by deciphering
eyes
noses
fingers
tongues

or ears

Passion is
seen
smelled
felt,  not touched,
tasted,  not consumed,

Heard.

Is it known?

how can you
Know what's inside
without experience

shared memories

yet somehow
we know
by passion


Reaching
   into passion

Waking
   other passion

Drawing
   out passion

they gravitate
on that enigmatic plane
guided by the abstract

flowing line
sketching itself
to existence

So,
I can't really justify
my need to second guess
I  don't want to fall behind
or you to become less

courage?
Faith in others or myself
that would require trust
I'm just a coward on his way
To optimism or bust

mirror mirror
on the floor
bears many faces
one no more

Would you have me
to have and to hold
forever
moreover
just like this

Would you have me
to have you and hold you
forever
whenever
just like this

Would you have me
to kiss and caress
to watch you undress
without judgment
only inward, smiling,  commentary

Would you have me
to hold you while crying
and commit to undying
friendship
that bleeds when it's cut

Would you have me
to kiss and caress
to help you undress
without judgment
when you need help
just to bathe

Would you have me
to have and to hold you
forever
moreover
just like this

Would you have me
to be and to do
to forever pursue
for you
just like this

You used to stand
for something beautiful
Now you don't stand at all

The liar told you
you were worthless
you believed and you broke
your own knees

I'm so tired
of watching you bleed
and cut your own wrists
I'm so tired
of feeling your blood
drip down on my fists

I feel your every pain
and I'd never walk away
but when you suicidally
lie to you cry to me
watching you strips
my soul away

but I'd pick you up a thousand times
and i won't have any bitterness
but i can't drag you to happiness
I can't be your victory
                      
If you want
to stand for you
to stand for me
for something meaningful
            
you have get up and fight for it
never give up on it
claw and you scratch and you
tear your way through to it

you gotta stand up

If you want to stand
for something meaningful
you'll have to use your own
two feet

You can pick your friends

Your friends
will love you

as long as

you love them
you are nice to them
dress like them
and do what they say.

Your friend will be your friend,
granted you are a friend to them.


Love is a feeling

Love will
never hurt

love is nice

love will be
love when it is earned
or deserved
and desired.

Love will never tell lies,
unless you would rather hear them.

day by day
I trust the world
as life continues onward
less and less

on and on
the world  gives me
chances to be skeptical
more and more

bit by bit
I've found wisdom
in every failure I've learned
piece by piece

forever and ever
if you desire greater faith
lean all the more upon it
forever endeavor

Filled with rusty gold
groggy restlessness burns hot
wake to fevered thirst

lie in bed and contemplate the day
simmer in dismay
silence, stay
be dark,  fester in every way

I used to think
I was bold
my parents would scold
as I'd unfold another
lie within

we're all super heroes
of our own making
daily breaking
vows of patience
suffering selfish synonyms
for self investment

is it in our nature
to really love
to nurture
caring without a care
but for the good of those who incite our empathies

I want to believe that down deep
beneath the heap
of ******* steep
and plaster molded faces that creep
in front of our souls

there might be a light
an ever so slight
break in the blight
the rugged muck
that is my Plight
the one thing keeping me from flight
just solitary candle flame
burning bright
behind this facade

I know it was there
but I've grown cold
my sadness
madness anger rolled
so tight it might burst into flames
but that's the problem

I hope it isn't snuffed
that light
the gentle one
that hopes
dreams of possibility
denies the probability of  failure
and calamity

the flesh screams out in pain just wishing someone- I can't even say it

The truth is
I don't want to be a monster

pop pull rumble twist
nothing else matters right now
time to fill the void

How is it I know
The way to success but fail
There must be a change