We Meet Again

I.

Knock on your door.

Fear.

This will be like before.

Repeated.

Stuffy form of passion.

Passion.

Confused with compassion.

Romance.

Created from platonic love.

Love.

From Xeryus cologne and a gentle shove.

Me.

Pushing you under false pretense.

You.

Worrying for my common sense.

This.

Is a variation on your part.

New.

Poison from your heart.

Mixed.

From my effervescence.

Compiled.

From fragments of my presence.

Lust.

For my wasted self worth.

Pressure.

To rebuild my earth.

Forgetting.

Your mind won't allow feeling.

Knowing.

This will only be an ephemeral greeting.

Appassionato

Appassionato.

Raise my baton,

Conduct the symphony of 42nd street.

Symphonato.

Molding my music

To the rhythm of my body.

Feel the passion

Be the passion

I am passion.

Originato.

Using my surroundings,

Directing the rhythm of the rain on trash cans.

Hurryanto.

Pressing my beat

Needing to push faster

Quicken the passion

Speed the passion

Rush the passion.

Bluranto.

Rushing my fervor

As I approach a yeild sign.

Finishanto.

Ending my piece.

Wondering what I created.

Forget the passion.

Regret the passion.

Overlook my passion.

Appassionato.

Love Forgot

I don't believe in a one true love,
Nor in a sky or heaven above.
And if there should be a hell below
I know your spirit will be in tow.
Far and wide, deep and tall,
There is no love in which to fall.
No magic in the world we live,
No hope behind the kiss I give.
If someday, a man should come
And his good works, an added sum
Undo the harm that you did create,
My theory I won't deviate.
One day, perhaps, I'll break a heart,
Because I know not where to start.
But I won't feel for one cannot,
Feel when a love has been forgot.

Journey of a Moonflower

The sun allows the day to fade,
Relinquishing the earth it has made
To the cool of night, to be soon
Guided by the loving moon.
Under soft light, soft touch, soft glow.
One flower waits, very slow,
And when the sun has at last faded,
It stretches out, unknowingly jaded,
To worship a lonesome moon,
Who is trying to believe in love so soon.
Though slowly, as though doubting,
Yellow petals, now rerouting,
From beneath lifelong protection,
Leaving it exposed, without direction.
Slowly, as though unsure,
Then, with a glow simple and pure
For the first time, a feeling,
It blossoms, free and beaming
Gentle yellow light.
And all through the night
Wisps of wind guide its dance,
Gracious for the one-time chance.
With its love the moon.
Its protection, alas, so soon,
A blinding glimpse ending never,
A quiet peek into forever,
Guides the flower up, the sun to meet,
Until finally its journey complete.
But ah, the moon, high at it's peek.
Deceitful, has known his love grows weak,
That its climb has been for naught,
That it shall fall, for it cannot
Heal the flower's scars forever.
It pulls away for a new endeavor.
She falls from her highest glory,
To an abyss, out of her love story,
As he drifts apathetically downward
Into the horizon, a hiding coward.
To escape and be seen no more.
She wilts quickly, wounded at the core
Closing faster than she bloomed.
Without regard, she now is doomed.
Losing the hope of another night.
Falling to earth, she's out of fight.
Her petals shrivel, her petals die.
Beauty exposed to the sun burning high,
Harsh truths reveled by false simplicity.
Burned by the sun's divinity.
Hidden by the clouds after day,
Until she simply fades away,
And her love, her once perfect moon
Will beam brightly all too soon
On the soul
Of another.

No Reply

Listen to the roar of the ocean,
Its constant tiding motion,
The way it lifts and sways just so,
Urging the water where to go.
Under starry nighttime sky,
Two walk tangent you and I.
To a single boat of wood,
Knowing what should not and should.
Pressing softly against the sea,
Two people ride, you and me.
You rowing, and I looking on,
Wondering where the love has gone.
Ripples spread without direction,
On and on, without deception.
Saying, “Here am I! Do you,”
Wishing, “Do you ripple too?”
But no object in the night
Sends a reply into their sight.
They ripple on without reply,
Continuously from you and I.

Ignored

What happened to the Ignored?
Were they too bad of friends?
Or did the friends just get bored?
Was their heart too strong?
Or did they wear it on their sleeve?
Were their words just not right?
Or did the friend just up and leave?

When did you decide that I was weak?
Or were you too just strong to stay?
Was it my fault ‘cause I love to dream?
While you stay stuck in today?
Should I try to make you love me?
Or should I know you just don’t care?
Should I ignore unhealthy hate?
Or search for love that we can share?

Would you accept me if I came again?
Or was my anger the last straw?
Do you wait for me to love you?
Or is hate now the law?
Would you understand if I was scared?
To love when you were lying?
Would you make me un-ignored?
Or leave my emotions dying?
Will I still be ignored?

Plastic Masquerade

Faking smiles to pass the time,
Pretending I’m okay,
Pretending I’m not a liar,
Pretending life was just as good before,
Pretending I’m in control.
Pretending what I pretend is true.
Faking my sanity more and more.

Faking laughter to make you stay,
Hoping you won’t leave,
Hoping I haven’t scared you off,
Hoping I’m almost done with an uphill climb,
Hoping I’ll find control,
Hoping it won’t hurt to fall,
Faking the words, “I’m not lonely.”

Faking love to find it true,
Leaving all I knew behind,
Leaving all my goals and dreams,
Leaving my failures wading within your wins,
Leaving my mind to find my heart,
Leaving my false hope to the children,
Faking my cockiness every day.

Faking that I know just where to start,
Ending when I’ve barely begun,
Ending what could have been more,
Ending the hurt and my haunting nightmares,
Ending the consequences I’ve dealt myself,
Ending my fight with daily life.
Faking that I’m okay.