misfit

Thin slivers of life
and drinks long ago forgotten
my heart tips.

I am farthest from your lips
now
and not even crossed finger tips can help.
your fault.
mine.


so the red light blinks and all the minutes start to shrink away.

maybe tomorrow will be the blame game.

for now its time to dodge some shame.

No wonder

sometimes this place gets kinda empty

put the past over head

a warning

but like my scars i embrace the

fact I forgot to not trust people

came out of hell thinking everyone

I met were saints.

Out live.

In this time and place
I fade.
Watching, waiting.

To give
only what my work offers,
enough, nothing.

But I cant rush thoughts
and I keep running from something.
You?
Me?

I try to find things to keep me on tract,
I know what I want,
I know this.

Just wish someone would tell me what I need.

The daily inspirations.
where do they come from?
when we choose to erase the time
that lets us be with ourselves.

Always more than enough to run from
so I juggle the impossible
I flounder in mediocrity
and I succeed in the the days that kings are born.

A pilgrim

foiled
crumbled up
no work here
this freedom they chase is not
reality.

The visions escape to a place built by the channels
that were not focused on.

a fake
advertisement that creates forward motion
it comes unexpected
except when we expect
so I keep my wants here warned.

Maintain to always overcome
who can I share this with
when all I have done
is make myself welcome.

Not by much.

arrange the fine sickness
that keeps this night young
pleading through this thickness of life

a slip in judgement
but there is always a top and bottom
the middle ground.

where we flourish.
where we disappear,

so we play fight
and kiss light
too much is heavy now.

Time again.

Skin deep now

a lesson in trying

too hard

you could be a first hand witness to

see progress work 

backwards.

clockwork wise

but how many missed steps you willing to

take.

great love but a greater distance,

this magnificence only lasts this life.

Start a new chapter.