Prayer for humble love

You are safe within my arms
For all my days I'll keep you from harm
I pledge to you my willful soul
Until the time we both grow old.

I pray thee lord, my soul to keep
next to yours even after we sleep
And all this love I pledge to you
May it keep us humble and give us youth.

May I always be the best for you
And our love eternal ever remain true.

Stream of Consciousness

The way I see things changes so rapidly
We'll never see eye to eye
Unless you see through my frame of mind.
Once you're there you'll have to avoid the fear
Because escape is unlikely
And this friend is always near.

Unless you enjoy the apathy
That comes to hide the demons.
The skeletons walk free from their closet
And the muck and Swamp of thoughts you'll plod
Will become second nature until your pace becomes normal even buried in the mud.

Sometimes I feel the loneliness of friends I met along the way
But because of my awkwardness,
I am able to ignore the fact, gently, that I'm lonely.

I want the world to see my mind
And understand the insanity
Of morphing views constantly
But the confusion of this
Makes it hard to dictate to others
Even for me.

Maybe I complicate myself more than I should.
Maybe I'm simpler than I know
I don't know,
I don't know,
I just don't know.

Perhaps my thoughts
As I thought
Shouldn't have so much time alone.

New York City Zen

There's something so addicting to the sounds on castle high
Above the world below where it's vigor slightly dims.
The noise might fade but the feeling lives
As if feelings here might come to die.

Out in the country the sound is life
Crawling, biting, fecund with silence
But the city makes the quiet such din!
And far away, I hear it: light.

Oh you vicious ear pornography
That cannot be felt or imagined or seen
The sound of the city from way up high
So brilliantly invigorating, it's here I might die

For atop the castle that scrapes the sky
Is it any miracle we wonder why
From day to dawn, far up here I sigh
And revisit my love and watch that distant life.

Outside the bubble and movement below
I relax and listen to the multitude go.

Good things come to those who wait

My verbals are righteous like holocaust suicide

I get where I’m going even though I don’t drive-
time is eternal so why push for your fate?

destiny will come whether you run to it or wait.

And when you’re poor, scared and lonely fate is like rape

The way it comes to you in the unexpected ways you might hate

But there is escape; when you overcome expectations

You can escape destiny causing sensations of elation

And an open path in a real life you might see like the first verse

But keep your eyes up in your mind and I promise it won’t hurt-

You’ve got to

see life as a whole,

where instances don’t follow

the path of past, present, future

all days your filled or one: you’re hollow.

I used to count the days but as way leads onto way
I now count the years and thus dwindle my fears

You can see life as a moment or you can see it as all moments

And know that pain without pleasure and pleasure without pain

takes years.

MPD

We heard them talking when he said you
but she said us while everyone knew:
that him and her were out today-
and they floated amongst the fray-
of hims and hers and its and theys-
god! I wish I could be me today...

Would you rather I lie?

I could spin you pretty things
To light your eyes;
Illuminate your mind!
I love you, so my tries
Would make it easier-
If I were to lie.

You'd probably despise me
Patronize me if you found out
Those pretty things I'd spout
Were nothing but an out
If I were to lie.

It would be easier to buy
A present to substitute the presense
Of disheartening truth
To save myself an arguement
So long I'd waste my youth
If I were to lie.

So I think I'd rather tell the truth
That sometimes I don't like you
But I always love you
Which is why I'll never lie.

Growing Younger

Do you ever wish you could hit rewind
And go back to the days when lillies danced in the field
When the future was open and your cares released
When you still had a chance to sail the open seas.

When your sails were open
And your mind could catch the breeze
To go wherever the wind took you?
As I stand at the pinnacle and look down the slope
I feel a hurry to my denouement
And I long for the sweetness of release.