Poems

I miss you (angel of mine)

tonight i cry for you...
but please, tomorrow and forever...
watch over me and keep me strong...
help me through the trials of my life...
be my wings so i can soar...
be my light so i can see...
I promise that not now, but someday...
i'll hear an angel's voice that leads me right to you...

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And will my hand's fuel love's emotion?
Send you spinning toward devotion.
How would they feel? These hands of mine...
Gentle, soft, divine and kind.
Will your soul have honest care?
The kind of truth true love should bare.
Or should they be another touch,
A love that lacks, not real, not much.
Hand in hand true love should feel
like you and me, alone, surreal.
So let your touch show me what's real.
Remind me now how love should feel.

Awake in the night...

If you only knew the pain
i've felt this long dark path.
It's one I've known before
this pain returned its wrath.
I'm not sure if i could tell you
everything i could that day.
I'm not sure if i'd tell you
after leaving me that way.
I'll leave you with a hint.
thats more than you gave me.
"Kiss me on my lips."
"He's nothing more to me."
Why do this for you...
That quote your lie to me.
These nights i love you still.
That's the only hint you'll see.
I'm not sure why you left
and im not sure why you'd fight.
i'd have breathed this air no more...
Just for me to save your life.
If i saw you though today
you and i for one last breath.
I'd ask you...
"After all i did for you,
and all the gifts of life...
why's the only gift for me...
a gift of pain...
awake in the night?"

My Letter to You

At night when all have gone to sleep,
I miss you and I -- how we used to be.
I miss the times you used to call
to just say "hey" or nothing at all.

What happened to the laugh filled nights?
We'd talk for hours; we'd never fight.
Our hearts would dance with hand in hand,
just king and queen, we ruled the land.

What was it that tore us apart?
I'd always trust you with my heart.
There was no reason for you to leave;
and still these nights, it's you I grieve.

At times I wish that you would call
to say you're sorry for it all.
I'm not sure what I would say;
you broke my heart, could I say "it's ok"?

I don't think of you intentionally.
It's when I don't think that you I see.
Don't think I want you on my mind;
the way you left was too unkind.

It's when I've slept for quite some while,
my busy mind drifts to your smile.
I'm sure you know just what I mean;
we've seen each other in my dreams.

I know that more than I miss you,
I hate the things you chose to do.
I know that though I miss your smile,
I wish you off my mind a while.

So, in my dreams don't visit me.
You made your choice, just let me be.
So, when you want to just say "hey",
think about your choice -- just stay away.

Ensanglantée par la mémoire de ton âme,je me perd à travers les soltices enchanteurs. Ou peut-etre est-ce à travers les brises saisonières. De ces danses infinissantes, je ne peut me satisfère, sans ma partenaire avec qui un pas suffisait pour mettre feu au parterre.  Une pierre dans le corps pour faire face à une langue oublié, je me love à travers les mots de cette langue qui ont désormaient plus aucun sens. Serais-je me souvenir de cette langue apprises à travers les nombreux voyages passé sur une mer et ses loxodromies.  Ou va t-elle sombrer dans l'oubli et ne jamais refère surface. Tel un trésort perdu au fond du ventre de la mer.

 

Why?

To escape the mental restraint you made me think was there.

I don’t want to be the vocation you’ve been waiting for.

I want to be my own prospect.

Craft my own reality.

Sit back and watch what I once pondered become real.

Get subjugated within my own bliss.

Engage myself with the world I made.

But I end up spending most of my time suppressed In the realization and limitations by another.

Face to face with a stranger
As I stare inside my soul
Heedless of the danger
Of losing self-control
I plunge into the mystery
Of the person I've become
Wading through the history
That's made this heart go numb
I survey the battlefield
Where once this love waged war
Ripping open scars that healed
Just to feel them bleed once more
Is this the price that love now costs
A promise for all of the pain
Is the boy that i once was now lost
Would i do it all over again
It seems the best of intentions
Only keep us afloat for so long
Hiding behind the inventions
We create when things go wrong
So I turn away from this disaster
And hide deeper inside of my mind
I feel my pluse start beating faster
But I've left caution too far behind
I run past my pride and my pretense
Past all of my freedoms and fears
Away from safety and common sense
Through my triumphs and all of my tears
Then i feel it, like a ton of brick
As i hit a wall of insanity
I scream and punch and claw and kick
Until i finally break free
And i know I've reached the other side
Where my most precious memories abide
Where love still doesn't know it's died
The truth in me thats never lied
Safe from the parts of me that i despise
The hate and anger and evil lies
Where i refuse to compromise
And hope still all things defies
There i find, to my surprise
Me, looking me in the eyes
And all at once i recognize
The boy i was, I am, survives
Past the times i thought i lost my way
And wasn't sure of what i knew
The nights i lost the will to pray
But found the strength to make it through
This heart's not full of old debris
Its the parts of my life that make me, ME
For once i understand, I see
I've become the person i'm proud to be.

i have now perhaps wrung my hands for the last time my fingers trace the outer edges of my mind seeking out stray specks of thought winding tight the realizations and downfalls stunning. what is human. I am all that is. All that was man. All that is man. I am a breathtaking vista. a chaotic microscopic writhing reality I find the mystery of thought fascinating where does thought come from? what is a soul? what is a spirit? what is a man. To be all and yet nothing in the same brushstroke. we are capable of building empires empires of reason and truth and fact. but what is a fact, is fact built on gravity? is it absolution. Oh sweet mind, how you wander and wonder the corridors of time what then is a legacy? what indelible mark shall i leave upon the people i encounter? ooh, how convicting it is to ponder cause and effect I threw a cigarette butt on the ground today and stopped. staring at this filter and ash on the grass. i was blown away by the "realness" of it a mere "blip" in time but who would pick up my trash? what person would stoop to rectify my environmental wrong? needless to say, i picked it up after doing so i thought about why i did. i measured out my action. i found it curious how i felt guilty about a cigarette butt yet when i spoke to someone i cared about earlier i spoke harshly not even stopping to register their hurt face whatonearth. what am i made of. what urges catapult me along my day. one could say man is flesh sweet sincere neurons and atoms and blood platelets that is man. with a little grey matter to complicate the bones or yet another would argue that man is a divine being a spiritual vortex ever revolving and sucking in and spewing out a conduit for the supernatural still yet another would say, yes declare that man is nothing "we are a dream" a miniscule footnote in the book of "real" or even a slideshow on the universe' desktop to even try and sift through these things is a task in and of itself. take a second and see through someone else's eyes its a trip. literally, it takes one from one plane of "reality" to another that is man in my opinion a beautiful expression of love of life of all. i am not a catastrophe I am a phenomena.