We all try through the years to make things right
Setting aside our own hearts desires for the good of others
The years pass and we siphon out what happiness we may 
Because its a cruel, cruel world 
The only truth is struggle 
Though the passage of time pales the path upon which we staggered
None of it was ever easy 
A best, a killing joke
They never spared the yoke
For those who had a dream 
We've all been, at some point
Upon these blood stained knees
Screaming, for a blessing 
PLEASE, PLEASE (please me)
Yearning for the lessons of success
Only wanting to be the best
Wanting it all 
Here 
Now 
Forever

Hold steady

Persistence and a positive attitude will carry you through 
Even when dawn seems so far away 
The newly born day will always come  
If you can just hold on 
Wait for the light 
Hold steady 
It can't always be night 

Only You

I went to the country

Looked up at the skies

At all of those stars

They seemed to burn so bright

I thought only of you

Felt the pulling, this yearning deep inside

Knowing instantly 

It was you

Only ever you

Always you

Nothing before 

Nothing after 

Nothing in the inbetween 

Only you

All I ever knew

Was all that ever mattered 

Searching for meaning

When meaning was home 

I should have just trusted 

All I had ever known 

 

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Well, the world has taken all I have
So there’s literally nothing left
She’s bleeding me dry
I’m cast aside, left bereft
But yet I keep laughing
Tell me, in earnest
What is the joke?
I’m penniless, soon to be homeless
No magic genie to solve my situation, can I evoke
But I’m loved and I’m thought of
So for much more I can’t ask
These things we are “losing” are just material
And there’s nothing that, forever, lasts.

Conditional. Conditioned.

Freedom (supposed) in all things
The crux of what is truly wanted
The nature of this human desire
to look away from that….from them….which cause discomfort
Lock up truth in tall towers

Though this freedom be the desire
There’s much to be said
For the futility of imprisoning those
Already locked inside their own heads

Hidden society

Wine them, dine them
A well dressed table
Hides a multitude of sins
Dry your tears on the corner of the tablecloth
Whilst the wine causes their gaze to swim
Keep your grimace of a smile, plastered on
Until the last taxi pulls away
You are always the hostess
You always win

Polite society.

This undercurrent of vague niceties
That aren’t so vague
Those platitudes of the ilk of “we’re fine”
“Everything is ok”
Scream-whisper of hidden, heavy meaning
While their glassy eyed smiles, though wide
Split at the sides
And you know “things” are anything but ok
Yet evermore, the court of common courtesy holds sway
We continue, on and on
Bursting at the seams of polite society
With each passing day

.

There’s a little of you left in me.

It never went away.
It hid behind blood and bone.
digging deeper until

In my very essence

It found a home

How can something so small swallow up so much of a life?