The Errors of my Way

Not going to speak of motivation

Or being in tuned with spirit

Won’t assert my own personal beliefs

Because I may feel owner of truth 

Will not cleverly decipher my childhood

And adult years 

And spew it on some rhetorical rant

Of now knowing better

That I’ve somehow figured it out

Or that divinely inspired 

I’ve spoken out words of awakening

No I dare not partake 

Of such false imagery 

Only to capture the attention of you

I’d rather digest my failures

Into essays

Formulated from my tears

Spouting into capsules of reality

That yes I have wronged a multitude 

Of past lovers and friends

Have used them as a means to an end 

Where human and sub human exist 

Lest not forget 

Cursed as I am

I bleed from self inflicted penance 

Yet you’ll never attest to this

Viciously astute I do hide well

Behind an erected stature 

With no chip left on shoulder 

I seek repentance 

From thee

From myself 

And What I’ve yet to do to you

From the errors of my way

The Pen

This pen dastardly disobeys me

By not allowing my heart to write what it wants

Dare I blame it?

It has bore witness to many lies

Has seen its share of bias words

It is my vessel 

Be that as it may

I depend on thee

Heavily 

To jot down emotions

In detailed disarray 

Appeasing this pain in my being

Releasing ink

Like my veins release poison

Do not leave me yet

This pen of mine

Turn your back another day

But not today

For I still have more to tell

For You

Should I love 

That which you allow of me?

As if you ever truly had this control

To encapsulate such an emotion;

Revolution in its truest form

I am free to chose

Be it behind a curtain

Or the walls we built around it

From afar

Or to touch your lips

I will love you

Yes this is what I will do

And frolic in its liberation

Even if it’s only in my head

Hug you

Make love to you

Smile in the embrace of our bodies

Inhale the aroma of us

Yes this is what I will do

I will love you

The Fall

Oh how this fall wind

Reminds me of you

Cold and pungent with dew

Veiled by passing clouds

You conceal what is to be

And keep me foolishly guessing 

Thawing away morning chills

With afternoon warmth

Only to descend to record lows

With the setting of the sun

Lie

I won’t write you another letter
Nor think of your face

I’ll scrub away the scent of you

Off of me

I’ll replace you with another 

Take her out to dinner

Romance her in ways divine 

I’ll even smile, laugh at her jokes

And have a drink or two 

Just like you used to do…

And tell myself 

That I’m over you

That the strands of our connection

Are now broken

And the universe

Listened to my cries

Of wanting you out of my soul

I’ll hit the gym

Sweat like there’s no tomorrow

And ache something awful the next day

And as I lay there in pain

I’ll say…

Doesn’t it feel great to move on?

Doesn’t the air feel lighter

Away from your gravity

Isn’t it quieter?

I’m surely at peace…

I’ll stare at my mirror

Who knows me so well

And reflects the liar 

I’ve become…

Miss You

As midnight approaches my heart feels heavy with the realization that it’s been two years since my fathers passing. My world will never be the same, and I pray that you have found rest alongside the almighty. I hope that my prayers reach you and that you know that I love you. Thank you Pop for everything, I miss you.