You're the Illest.

You!

My AE!

A victorious swing

from senseless being

to a lover supreme.

I'd never be untrue my Darling.

Never be seen

acting intimately with another

being!

There All Along

Oh yes,
I've won.
And won again,
and tamed this beautiful mystery
so much soul I had spent.
It makes sense.
At the fruition of it all
to leave everything behind
and answer your call.
But with a careful diligence
I must decline,
to keep your lust and attention
at a straight line.
Offer me your hand
as a way to read my mind.
So delicately you spread
your heart,
in front of me
such a work of art.



Tell me you love me openly.

Overestimated Errors

With a fresh outlook
despair is all I see.
Changing perspective
may be easy,
but at the end of this transformation,
I am always constantly me.

So,
I've split my decision,
lost my religion,
become a beast of
another means.
Even though
the revelry
is killing me.
Driving a hole in my heart
so deeply.
And, I've lost all poignancy.

Countdown to the lucky year.

Seventeen:
This verse being read
Starting from my heart,
Where childhood light
Breaks apart,
The indecisions of many a past memory,
And relives the cruelty of ones own enemy.
To myself be true,
Fake not
The dimples drawn
On the face which becomes you.
Where dreamers will not tread,
This source is my bread.
For even as sweet
As the dreamers truth,
Adventure abounds
Past the fountain of youth.

Nineteen:
So many times I wish I were
Not so much him, but a little more her.
Her beauty to which manly tides flow,
Yet my fate has a more peculiar glow,
Past the trees, and shadows of dismissiveness.

Twenty-one:
AND NOW!
My beauty divides your soul,
Like a lawyer
I never settle for less
than what I want.
Peer into my eyes,
See where the threat to your heart lies.
I run with reckless abandon.
My darling...
Are you prepared?

Twenty-three:
With fair winds and a following sea,
Jesus sent me to the west,
To absolve my seven sins,
And incredulity forms
The waters of that
Which I must happily dive in.