Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others
Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold
I don’t need a friend
I don’t need a mother
I don’t need a car
I don’t need a lover
I don’t need a sister
I don’t need a brother
I don’t need a shoe
I don’t need a nother
I don’t need a house
I don’t need a player
I don’t need a roof
I don’t need a dinner
I don’t need a mind
I don’t need a helper
I don’t need a soul
I don’t need a savior
I don’t need a bike
I don’t need a computer
I don’t need a airplane
I don’t need a traveler
I don’t need a suitcase
I don’t need a prayer
I don’t need a garden
I don’t need a teacher
I don’t need a way
I don’t need a answer
I don’t need a goal
I just need us
And that’s the truth.
No, I’m not waiting
I’m not sitting here anymore
Like I’ve sat so long already
Waiting for a day to come
That’s probably already passed
I can’t think you’ll return
I can’t think it wasn’t bad
I’ve got to hold my hand out
Catch a cup full of rain water
Drink it with my blood: so hot
Drink it with my life: forgot
Alone
But aside
Closed
But fully exposed
Lamenting open faced bloodclots that leave traces of un-kept struggles
But in the end
In the very end of all days
…
Dreaming
Do you see?
Eyes
Fully open
But glossed over with that far away look of a day dreamer
And in the end
Solid park benches
…
To lie into yourself
Pleases no one
Specifically
When fighting tears
The love
It wont please you
Lost in restless fears
Anxiety ridden
Devil dances
Falling forth
With unfilled jibberish
Otherwise known as
The love
So love
Occasionally
I fall into a bliss
Or maybe not quite serene
But focused at any rate
A time filled with desire
Loss for right and wrong
Just an image
That fills my countenance
Nothing but direction
Goals
An end is always inevitable
But like all emotions
Like all movements
Who knows when it too shall end
Omens come
Omens go
Take them once
Take them all
Never give up
Never throw in
Never forget
Never they stop
There is no picking
There is no choosing
Eyes open
Eyes closed
One mind
One soul
One search
One goal
A circle of thought
Consumes my plot
And leaves me here
Distressed
A worry, once sought
Can never be left at a lick
Without a decision
Without ample evidence
We go on remembering the folly
In time, one may ring
Erasing the thoughts of doom we did have
But its wake shall produce
As an opening guide
One more to cover the path
Tired
Beyond comprehension
Yet
Still
I don’t want to stop
I can’t stop
There is far to much
Growing
Building
Around here
That to stop
Would mean
A whole world
Of love, life, excitement
Would be put on hold
And really
Who the fuck
Really
Wants the good to stop?