Lost lovers and lost sinners
Remind me of death
Accept it and rage it
Decide to eat it alive
It’ll set you not forward
If you take it to heart
It’ll teach you to crawl
If understand it you try
Wail out a beat given lonely
Narrate a poem long and comely
Never sit down in style
With past; long, gone, and well
Cannot I lift you
With the words that I speak?
Cannot I hear you
With the ears that I append?
Cannot I see you
With the eyes that I focus?
Cannot I feel you
With the hands that I extend?
When will I know
About the weight of my words?
When will I learn
About the error in my ways?
When will I feel
About the lost lovers night?
When will I remember
About the battle of my days?
A line begins
But a line must end
So shall sun
So shall the wind
But love that curls
And love that whirls
Should make thou smile
Under all that’s else
I want you happy
If it means I’m sad
I want your worries
In a far off land
Then you couldn’t frown
Or bend that soft brow
With troubles far away
Many a long gone day
It shall never be changed
My sturdy feet I have
I’ll be here forever
Till you’ve found your strength
One day, my lover
One day shall soon
Call upon each other
To bend around the moon
And in this day
At this day of judgement
We’ll only ask ourselves
Did I follow my heart?
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
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
Patience
Rolls up my sleeves
Combs my hair
Walks in my shoes
And breathes
In and out
Daily
As I
Pretend
To listen
The sun has arrived
And here I am stuck
Alone in my house
Hankies surround
It’s ok for me now
For tomorrow will come
And I’ll be looking
To silence the sound
So I sit here in peace
Making my thoughts
Probably more like
Cursing this cough
Sun, ever alluding
Peeks its shining head out
From behind the yonder clouds
While the wind
High above in rigor glory
Blows it’s destruction
Shade brings sun brings shade
Brings leaves
Time brings dusk
Time brings dawn
Loosen your grip
Just let it slip
A hurt from such a rift causes my soul to bleed; bandages cannot repress
Social anxiety, misgivings, and confusion; poor mans shoes
Die with your holy preacher man pointing fingers at the victimized
We are all to blame, says she, but you shall suffer
Rote killed the carpenter, rote riddled the masses
Smite kept the homeless alive fighting keystones and matchbooks
Desire put your holiday panicking over dark and fuming holes
But your money bought you pain that your doctor couldn’t heal
This has shaped your soul into puppets you cannot identify
Sleepless in your figure, shapeless while you work
Amongst your goblets and amulets
Hurt by your call to society you’ve never represented