Why

Why aren't I enough for you?

Some boundaries you could lose your grip over.

Where is the respect? Where is the love?

I'm not plain.

But I can abstain.

Circling through this editing is compelling research.

I think I'll try another kind of search.

If this tastes sour...

Some other hour...

Arrow

I don't know when a point became an arrow

I do know it went straight through my own beating hearts center

Medical practices wonder at how it still beats, beats, beatz

I do too.

I wonder how being one still seems like two

One night, six months, just a dark void lacking any real meaning....least of all love.

So this predicament has me looking above; always seeking the wise sage of my true love, that Holy dove.

Hearts

I don't spy if it was the return of the child that shifted the grey clouds

They drifted on the seas sky to deliver the clarity and brightness of the moon

From this distinction I, as the clouds was moved; fog rose, rises; not as roses from fertile gardens;
but...doubt, confusion and poison or righteousness lied within

So this heart's mystery will be unlocked in and within the harmonies of nature's sunrises and sets, full and half moons, high and low tides

There will be a total eclipse of the heart.

Sealed with an open kiss.

Wake

I lie here; aches protruding

I ache for the fall

The descend into the dark peace

So short are my stints in this time

The watches hand moves and I do not

Eyes wide; or shut

I wonder how others come so easily?

Why am I derailed from the "Land of Nod"

My sweet escape

Kiss me tomorrow night.

Flare

Ash so powder and grey was I

After raging in glory like some fire tower sky high

Some were fooled

The shy smile begins...

Phoenix rising; you know the story

We all come from glory

Ash make a cute doll

Bam! Spread again -

Who's steering this thing?

I know I'm not bored

Just; I cry like not before

It's cleaning me now

Shinin' my victory crown

Leaving Tattoos

Oh, quick ghost of a chance

Sometimes encountering you as a  lance

Through the heart you see. Uncatchable me and you, to be?

Maybe...I need someone though

In my recesses' shadows to always be there

Catch me when I fall

Comfort me in the dark

But when we do touch; it's a fucking metaphor I swear

It does hurt, bleeding tattoos across my heart