My Three Angels

They rest their heads upon my shoulders,
each heavy with disappointment and sorrow.
All of which lost the love of their lives,
been crying each day till tomorrow.


My mind and shoulder and heart grow numb
from consoling these angels as days ware on.
A pillar for broken hearts cracks under the weight
leaving the angels to lie in its wake.

I'm feeling expressive. Between the lines hide the truth of the mind meant to tangle and twist the thoughts of the ordinary. To tease and construe dimension yet seem so perfectly sound and paint you a picture of +A Beautiful Disaster+

Start and Finish

So plain in sight I still
.ignore.
for you the girl that i
.adore.
the months of secret
.love.
dash past your eyes just like a
.blur.
memories I lay to
.rest.
no longer stay inside my
.chest.
of my heavy heart
.despair.
for sure this life ain't
fair.

Beginning and End

The lights dim down and haze the
.edges.
of the world we see through a
.lens.
so narrow our lives it seems it would
.end.
unless you save us
.tonight.
or as soon as you can maybe
.tomorrow.
cannot come quick enough for
.me.
to be free from these
.constraints.
i cannot break that tie me to
.you.
through love and hate it all
.equates.
to a simple algorithm to
.separate.

The Cycle

In the dust it lies once full alive,
the roses wilt destined to die.
The cards fall down on to the floor,
scattered memories of times before.
And from the ashes and tears of old,
new life grows from within this soul.
That the past in all it pain and glory,
nourish our tired battered bodies.