Take it into a faster gear. Hit the the pedal and move past  our fears. Don’t look back my friend, you dont want to see the sirens circuling around our hopes and dreams. Make   them think we’re giving in even though our intentions are to dare death with peace. Show them that we dont get scared easily. The worries in life are temporary so fight on with    bravery before you fall asleep. Do you see where it looks like  theres no end? Drive there and you’ll see a pier planted at the  bottom with a sail waiting to take you out of here.

Don’t shoot before you speak. Too fast of a reaction time didn’t mix well with your lack of ability to ask before you do. Today you counted on your fingers and toes all of the people who were there for you,  but before you did, You found yourself a make shift blindfold and you never found the time to take it back off. Your final months were blinded by an overwhelming self pity and not listening when anyone told you they loved you. Past tense. We loved you, is a lot more like it. After the shock wore off, there was so much anger. I found an old picture of us, We were young We had been blowing bubbles at grandma’s I held that picture and cried for days How could you? I saw a photo of your son the other day, How could you?  He’s growing up too fast, How could you?  He hasn’t yet come across the question, “Where’s daddy?” He knows the Army keeps you. But on the day he finally does ask, What will we tell him? Isn’t that what suicide notes are for?  Where is his goodbye? His final “I love you” How could you? And what about our goodbyes? Scattered in all that you left behind? Some old t-shirts Your video game collection? A beautiful baby boy? Can you find answers within a pile of things and a young boy who still doesn’t understand? We’re trying. Maybe someday we’ll find you Burried beneath all that you left And on that day will closure finally find us? Or is that blind too? 

Lady Heroin Marriage Creed So now little man you’ve grown tired of grass, LSD, and finally hash and someone pretending to be a friend introduced you to the lady heroin. Well she said “Before you start fooling with me let me inform you of how it will be.  For I will seduce you and make you my slave.  For I’ve sent much stronger men than you to their graves. So you think that you could never be a disgrace and end up an addict to the poppy seed waste.  You’ll start taking me in one afternoon; you’ll start partying on me very soon.  Once I’ve entered deep down in your veins, the effects of my touch will drive you insane. You’ll need lots of money as you’ve been told for honey; I’m more expensive than my weight in gold. You’ll swindle your mother just for a buck and turn into something so vile and corrupt.  You’ll mug and steal for my narcotic charm and feel that pleasure when I’m in your arm. The day you realize that monster you’ve grown, you’ll solemnly promise to leave me alone.  If you think you’ve got that special knack, then baby try to get me off your back.  The vomit and cramps your guts tied to knots, the jangling nerves crying for one last shot.  The cold chills and cold sweats along with the withdraw pains they can all be calmed by my little white grains. There’s no other way, no need to look for deep inside you’ll know you’re hooked.   And to the pusher you’ll go for one last hit, into my arms you’ll float for another sweet trip.  You’ll give up your morals that run through your heart and then you’ll be mine until death do us part.

For twenty-three days this world was blessed, Every second she was in it. For twenty-three days a heroine fought When she shouldn’t have made a minute. She came three months too early, But was no easy prey for death. For twenty-three days she battled For each thimbleful of breath. For twenty-three days she held on; To her tiny life she clung. For twenty-three days she fought for air With each fingernail-sized lung. After twenty-three days her strength was done And this world lost a priceless pearl. It took twenty-three days for almighty death To beat a two-pound baby girl. It will never matter what persons I meet, Or what lists of triumphs they show. Little Amelia will always be

For twenty-three days this world was blessed, Every second she was in it. For twenty-three days a heroine fought When she shouldn’t have made a minute. She came three months too early, But was no easy prey for death. For twenty-three days she battled For each thimbleful of breath. For twenty-three days she held on; To her tiny life she clung. For twenty-three days she fought for air With each fingernail-sized lung. After twenty-three days her strength was done And this world lost a priceless pearl. It took twenty-three days for almighty death To beat a two-pound baby girl. It will never matter what persons I meet, Or what lists of triumphs they show. Little Amelia will always be

As I stand on the beach, watching the waves in and out,I wonder of the opportunities, I’ve had throughout The ebb and flow of the ocean tide,Calling me gently, as if Neptune had lied Down toi rest, for a nap or for slumberNo time for plesantries, not even for a number Of creatures to slip from the brineAs they start moving towards the sands of time. I remember a moment, not past or currentCould it be of the future, yet I’d rather it weren’t An issue to ruin this beautiful nightThe sky responding with a twinkle… As if it could hear of the plight Of its child, whom down on the shore wanted repose from this taskAnd agreed to guard him, at long lastThe cluthes of the ocean of his tumultous past.

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A host of profanities, Saintly cherished and dearly nestled, Ancient and amassed, Into the casket of his brazen chaste, Unknown, aloof—–so unbeaten Like sacred delights of a village wench Until found and famed. Or so he might have thought. And it came to pass then, Distance drew its unfailing villains,                                               Envy, errand and exposure,                                               Close, cunning and curious                                               On the hisses of glistened rumors.                                               Whispers clanked and the woods laughed,                                               A silent laughter                                                In sinking mute,                                                That took life of the one                                               Who once excelled                                                In the pirvy of his secrets.

Your skin, against a backdrop of red. Ebony curls, rolled up with hate, Chocolate irises, a tempting bait. Your complexion, an ivory white, Masking a swirling vortex’s might.   Your world, against a blanket of grey. On a bed of roses; there you lay. But their beauty has a price to pay. So you turned to the red, to shine as they may, To try and save your heart’s remaining frays.   Your soul, against that vortex of black. Shining obsidian, all the luster, it lacks. You wish the ropes would cut you some slack But all they do it string and wind it all back And so you cut and slash and hack Until that red is all you lack.   Your skin, against a backdrop of red, The backdrop stained with your red.

Dear Almost, I thought my heart was brave enough to love you, figured out, it was stronger than I thought it was. You were so kind, light-hearted, generous, faultless, selfless but full of fear. But I loved you anyway. All my adventures with you were WHAT IFS and I never found a way out because somehow, I never wanted a way out. I got blinded by the fact that you were taken. Never even mind of my values that got shaken. I valued you too much I forgot I was God’s treasure too. I was pretty much a gem when we met, but I feel like an ordinary rock right now knowing I can’t even won you.   I have to come clean about this, I knew from the very beginning, and all of this is my fault. I’m so sorry. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. One day when you will have the balls to tell her, please tell her I’m so sorry as well. She wont forgive me but atleast she has you. Please love her with all your heart, this time, commit that you will. It may be long before I might see someone again. The pain is immeasurable. The possiblity of having the eyes for anyone would take me a lifetime to gain. This isn’t you. You didn’t cause this. I put this all by myself; by all means and I dragged you to it.   I can never give you back the lost times and doubt that you must’ve given her. All I can do is say sorry to her and you.   But most of all, I wanna thank you. You gave me so much to remember that when I close my eyes, I can still hear my heart shatter to pieces like a solid glass running down the stairs. I break easily and you of all should know that. I…