You meander along the path to pleasure, No destination other than that Which amuses you in the moment, A butterfly flittering through life. I march the path of purpose, Determined and resolute Towards the destination, Stopping to hydrate And appreciate The butterfly Crossing my path.
Your binary belief system, Built on black and white, Where things are wholly True or false Is dysfunctional. Because it is monochromatic, Lacking colour Lacking growth Lacking love.
Everything you have you have been given. Everything I have I created or taken. And I would give it all to you.
At what point does one move from Delusional to Dreamer to Visionary? Is it one victory? Three? Five? When fantasy starts to become reality, When is the creator of the future No longer regarded as crazy But merely out there? When? Asking for a friend.
Two roads diverged in the woods and I I took the one harsher to the eye. Unpaved the route, no clear laid plan For that is the path to become a man.
Poetry is the soul put on the page for others to see and study, dissect like you cut apart my heart.
Hearing your voice illicits the butterflies, just like the first time every time.
We both live in pain that we ignore, Pushing it down and applying Coping mechanisms to make it Through the day and night. All the damage from the fights, The stiffness and constant ache. Scars a reminder of the past, Both physical and emotional.
You ask again what I want? I want it all. But most of all, I want you to be happy. Not the hedonistic haze You are in now, Claiming you are happy; But real true happiness Sustainable joy Generated from within, Not dependent upon others Or external validation To fill your void But rather self-created […]
The heat wave has broken. The fever dream gone, Cool rationale returned. No more illusions, No more delusions. I see you as you are, More flaws than facts. My skin as clammy As your heart.