Reevaluate everything I’ve held so dear
Reconnect to the notion I have nothing to fear
This is this hardest thing I’ve ever had to do
This is the narrowest road I’ve ever flown through
My sight had wings so my flight took the lead
I had every intent on manifesting your creed
You led me here, to patchwork humanities needs
I am a pinnacle part of your vital,
fine strung seed
10.1.13
I don’t want another half excuse telling me the reason why
I just want you to do the math, wake up and realize
That my confession is clear
All these idol notions can disappear
I am telling you straight that I just can’t relate
It is no surprise to me
Though it used to be an untapped mystery
But I sense this is it
This linear sensation I emit
7.29.13
Sometimes
it seems as though
times will never change
This will forever stay the same
Years and years of structured mazes
Enough speed circles to drive you crazy
Breaking dawn, new surface shores
Showing wider ranges
amidst the gorge
4.15.15
I was her angel her last two weeks on earth
Her spirit was ladened, her mind burdened
from the daily weights and the growing tear,
displayed on her heart’s sleeve, so ever aware
She corresponded as she knew fit, she always
knew there was more to this and heaven
seemed legit. One week ago today, she
laid her final weep and heavy head
Though last night she smiled at me,
she thanked me for the extended grace
She was transparent and knew I was an angel of
understanding. She came to tell me she appreciated
the smile and that it eased her transition into the light
that was to come. She is whole, warm, happy and home
We will meet again, on another plane in a royal throne
I am thankful for this position bestowed
9.14.13
I knew you for two weeks, two weeks
and a lifetime, Joyce B.
R.I.P.
Sorry to everyone
who I’ve hurt in this life
That was not my intent
To cause pain and
project strife
I’d say it’s my shadow,
but who needs an excuse?
My apology is profound,
can we start anew?
Feelings aside,
I am human at best
Relations, situations,
tribulations, put to test
8.13.13
full circle ain’t it funny
haha, what is coming speed
full in direct, my need to see
full circle ain’t it funny
to see
6.26.15
My will to go on had diminished
Though I knew I hadn’t finished
I no longer cared where I once did
Would I ever return?
Was this how life was to be lived?
A former shell of hope and potential
Dead to my own making
Now taking my own will
7.9.15
