A boy caught between two worlds.
One he sees with his eyes,
and the other with his mind.
Since an early age,
he has set out to make manifest his
thoughts,
ideas,
and perceptions,
through art.
Can you believe it?
That, I am still here,
after these 21 years?
It seems death escapes,
or just hangs around,
to remind us.
Death is riddling my body,
See my scars!
See my great escape act.
All that has harmed,
remains…
Visible.
Always.
Death reminds.
Where have you gone now?
Why does warmth leave?
Feelings of the heart profound,
Cause the strongest to grieve.
She said once she lost a friend,
when she was still very young.
She said her heart did mend,
but the sadness still hung.
She wished she could have joined,
but being as it were,
silence that day was coined.
Grandma Marion said that as
they lowered Grandpa Frank into the ground.
Strike a match
Light a heart
She’s a catch
Never to part
A secret stash
A beautiful Start
Two in a batch
Best in mart
Oh she appears, again,
a temptress for all men.
How she radiates life,
with mind sharp as knife.
Oh she is all to me,
such peculiarity.
Laugh now, men,
for when,
the bell tolls,
it will end.
We ride to war.
We ride for her.
We reclaim our share.
Carry all that we can bare,
for soon it will begin.
And we will win,
through sin and sin,
So grab your lance,
strike at chance,
and be what may,
to war this day.
Oh, sometimes I do wish
I could pit and relinquish,
all of my sorrow,
and become hollow,
and release my demon in full,
and taint my heart and soul,
and scar my body with flame,
and descend to ultimate shame.
I am glad for this one’s blessing,
and as long as I am confessing,
I see in her peace and quiet.
So why does she deny it?
I guess the timing is all wrong.
I do hope it won’t be for long.
Please excuse my foolish heart,
for I am a jester and I play the part.
Will you join my entertainment act
or will your dismay be made fact?
Lead me on, oh sweet woman,
to whatever webs you have woven,
let me lie within your trap.
I am weary and need a nap.
When I awake all will be well,
for you have caught me in your spell.
Oh she is as she may be,
I wonder if she sees me.
Why do I like you?
Why does talking to you make me smile?
Why do I check to see if you are online?
Why do I think of you?
Why do I want to share with you?
Why do I want to learn from you?
Why do I think you are pretty?
Why do I want to hang out with you?
Curse this infatuation!
As each day passes,
I slip further into madness.
Innocent curiosity,
turns to look like,
deviant obsession,
but I am not at all,
malicious.
I am just stricken so.
I wish I could,
honestly express,
my heart to her,
but it may be wrong…
Sound the alarm!
She has no reason,
to believe me,
or even,
to listen.
And so,
I do not blame her,
at all.
It is as if,
she persists,
only to drive me,
to madness.
It is as if,
she only exists,
as a catalyst,
for my destruction.
It is as if,
she is leading me on.
Toying.
Testing.
It is as if,
her interest is,
not in me,
but in,
control.
It is as if,
her grip is tight,
but I can see,
flaws.
It is as if,
I only persist,
to proof her
heart’s labyrinth.
It is as if,
she calls my name,
but it is,
the same as his.
Will you help me?
Help me get out of my shell?
Will you cultivate my flower?
I wish to blossom now.
Oh, and I do love,
your green thumbs.
Oh, and you could be so kind to me,
I wish my tears would stop turning red.
This loneliness has hemorrhaged me.
My bodily state turns to worsen.
I lay with no energy, just rotting away.
My skin has become clammy.
I fear my heart may give out soon.
My blindness keeps me sane.
Unless she gives me her cure,
I may just perish here.
Have I just gotten drunk again?
Am I even a real person?
My state has been…
Perpetually crutched,
for days.
Is it because she is gone?
Or was she never here?
Why do I,
distract my heart,
with wine and herbs?