Mark 3:27

The Mess Age

Don't push me
I'm beyond the edge
Teetering on whether to end it all
Or end it now
The partition is thin
Able to be rent by the slightest touch
And then
I breathe
My inhale was too much
I fall out of safety
Into the openness of flight
But gravity has a way
Of letting you know
That falling in love
Is different from falling for love

Repentant Love

Now I lay me down to weep
I play the songs that help me sleep
And though I wish to hold you close
I know that you are now a ghost
My heart with you will always stay
I cannot lie and I won't play
I know that you have called it quits
But yet my soul still feels your lips

Double Edge

You, Me and His Story

In this there is judgment
In this there is damned
In this there is contention
In this
There is what many understand
Yet refuse to acknowledge
I am he
Holding on to the hope that yesterday will return
And today will begin our tomorrow
Without reason
Watching her smile hoping
That her decision was right
But yearning for her to feel wronged
I am she
Looking forward to avoid the eyes of familiarity
For even though I know that he is
The best for me
I want better
Than this
I need to know
That what I knew
Isn't all there is to know
I must go on
I am he
Her past is not a concern to me
Outwardly
For she sees me before her
Ready to take that step
But inwardly
He frustrates me
Because I trust her to stay
But he hopes that I go
And that will never be
Because as long as she is with me
There is no need for history
To repeat itself

Astral Pain

The sky is full of stars
Or is it the illumination of her words
That have speckled my vision
The dark of her valley
The very space
That no light hits
Has become my North star
Ursa Major feels so minor
Because her constellation
Is beyond the zodiac
Even though she is born in the twelve
I find her beyond the thirteen
Chasing her into a galactic storm
Looking for her to explain why
She had become like the star of the East
Real
Yet without discernment
I awake to find myself
Naked
Bathing in her subtlety
Of stating that she will always be with me
While never seeing her again
I lay in a cold embrace
Of dew on the blades of grass
And tears
Wishing that I could hide my soul
In the Big Dipper

Dripping Blood Moons

Deathly silence
Transparent hollows of emptied chambers
That once pumped love
Being drained without choice
Following the chasm that is grooved out
Each drop removing light from the eyes
As face becomes flush
The void is growing thick
Heavy upon the chest
As the lungs are collapsed
Where is the rebirth?
Blackness covers the soul
As above
The lesser light bathes
In the life source
Filmed by those lost
To the sting of love