This incredible sadness
Pretends to play nice
With my endless madness.
It heaves in my heart
Swearing we shall never part;
For it loves me ever so.
Sadness only wants to hold me and
Keep me company,
But madness swears
It’s had my back since the start
Therefore remains my truest friend.
And to the argument there seems to be
No end.
I just want them to be allies
And leave me
Here on the summit high.
Just let me be.
Let me be.
Simply be.
Unto
You
She appears a delicate beauty.
Do not be fooled
For
Her roots run
Deep.
Out of all the flowers
We see
It is in the dandelion,
Sister of the daisy,
A weed,
We use to set our wishes free.
You cry out loud
And they all come running.
Instead
She stifles herself.
Covers her own mouth.
Maybe she is too proud.
It is all relative.
Life.
And what we perceive as disaster.
Our minds comprehending the thick and thin
From different angles.
Maybe she finds herself not good enough.
Her worries
Less worthwhile.
She has held back so far,
The cry.
Thinking she would use it only
In her last effort
To hold the velvet curtains
Open.
But perhaps
She will slip
Into the
Silver twilight
With only a
Sigh.
I
Taste your sorrow.
Damp cheek to cheek.
Warm heart to heart.
Everything is okay here in the
Dark.
We feel each others scars as if a map to the galaxy
Itself.
Us,
High with
Need and awe.
Now glowing in the night
Filling the shadows with envy.
You lure me
Into the cosmic rush
With your hands
And mind.
Electric gaze.
Glorious touch.
Your lingering scent upon the trail.
Setting
A tempo all our own.
A perfect crescendo complete.
Sanctity born
As we bloom,
Falling
From the heavens.
Never before,
Ever after.
Never enough
And
Never too much.
Our ties
Deeper than the heart can feel.
Deeper than the mind can fathom.
Soul love oneness.
There are no words for this.
Live aware
Knowing it is.
A want or a need.
Searching.
A want or a need.
Reaching.
A want or a need.
Touching.
A want or a need.
Immersing.
Neither one nor the other.
Both.
Annihilation
Of
Ghosts.
A confrontation
Imploring.
Awaiting to come forth
Into realization.
Not a fight to the death.
Not a fight to win.
First met with hesitation
And predetermined defeat.
Ultimately cradling one another.
A taste of tenderness desired all the while.
Myself
Consoling haunting apparitions
I alone created.
Finding there was only love completely,
For they were always mine.
Me.
Chole Into Diamonds 