Passing time with wasted lines in life
Short jotty and black
Rich bold and relentless
Hallow empty and satisfying
Oh if it was it would be
But I blame myself
Yeah I take your love
But you offer it anyway
 
The sun is setting
And we are alone together
Quiet withheld
We surcome to each other’s silent depression
And with the stars of the night fall down our light
Living outside
Being children of the night
The meaning of movement
Restless is your soul
Sit, lie down with me
Give stillness to your soul
Dawn breaks over our bodies too tired to wake
The afternoon sun rains down its warmth
Into our bitterly cold bodies of dust.
The beauty in early eyes
Just beginning to rise
 
I love you
 
To wake and walk together like we all dream in life
Wondering from rest to rest,
Enjoying the work that comes our way.
 
Silent again
Words only bring meaning to feelings
Like ugliness brings beauty to life
We compliment each other’s pain
Yes
Life is love
Unconditional and independent
What is this, which keeps two souls together?
One another and their satisfaction
Bringing to life something from nothing
Possibilities break like twigs
Snapping under the feet of God walking on a day of season’s fall.
 
You my love,
Show me the reasons I am loved.
Accepting what is too good to be wrong,
My sins are no different from yours.
Do you see what carries me?
My faith,
Your love.
 
I’ve sold so much of my life
I don’t see anymore
My failures fallow me
As does my love
A clean slate
A swift move
Away from this life constrained by our pasts
Picture perfect
Love fading in and out
A clean slate on both our mouths
 
Could I stay in your womb forever?
How warm is it in there?
My heartbeat drifts afar.
Could I get lost in your eyes forever?
Would I find safety there?
Could I dream like this forever, creating, uniting,
Bringing the beauty of ugliness out for others to look upon and touch.
Feeling nature the nothing from God?
Oh, what wonders we will find,
Two artists whose souls bring forth beauty
From a God who needs nothing
But will do better with something.
 
Alone together,
Speaking in unspoken appreciation for each other’s frail strengths
Your flesh, your breast, and the fulfillment you let me drink from.
Sufficient for those who would want,
Yet you choose to give to me.
Receiving your love is…
But myself I cannot tolerate;
 
 
Knowing all about everything I am.
My blank expression is the suicide of my thoughts.
Your love is the light to this darkness inside myself;
Refracting slowly one color at a time in the prism of my thoughts.
 
It is amazing, the confidence I hold to understanding myself.
Poor, wretched, pitiful, blind, and naked
Each beat of my heart I have paid too much attention to
Now draws parallel to my spirit;
Free, humiliated, and unlike all other.
The solitude I find with you allows me to be myself.
Dive deep into my own waters.
Drink from them to call me out.
Feeling of use is what keeps my heart with you.
Now tell me, tell me, I can no longer tell myself.
Understand you I am
 
Should I not try?
Are these words less that they mean,
Or are they just the ugliness of beauty?
I thank god for my faults,
Without them there would be no beauty.
Your character suits you;
Changing yourself
 
Like blue lines perpendicular to one red,
Children are but many crossing one.
Does change not bring what is right?
Am I selfish?
The ugliness I am,
 Beautiful I am not
Simple blue white
Drowning in my own depth
By word help me out
Together we drown having to save ourselves.
Loneliness, a useless feeling that eats at ones thoughts and hardens a heart.
Oh, but the comfort of your own water;
Freedom independence understanding.
If I could float above the surface of your water could you do the same?
 
With so much justice in the air,
 It is nice to go for a walk.
To lead myself away from myself and forget the reasons why I remember.
Shower in the rain that falls from clouds that never move themselves,
But are only pulled apart by the winds.
Freedom with comfort; the dream is my home.
Someday I will be there tending to creation, breathing life in and out,
Never leaving home, living in the balance.
But this dream is yet to come, only when I walk
Hand and hand to a hand.
Always giving and receiving, so as nothing needs taking.

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