
Concepts
Of Love
Truest Love is the line
That crosses time
The one that shows you're mine
But only for a dust in glass
Freedom feeds true love
And that's what makes it last
When paths diverge
Converge
Diverge
Like lattice
You look at me
I'll look at you
And therein lives the true

Of Need
To Need is not the same
As to want, want, want
To need is to be short of breath
Without
To be fragmented
Unbound
To feel unsustained
Unexplained
And I need you

Of Pain
Pain is our greatest teacher
A punishment for stupidity
A part of Nature's hell
And what a cruel bitch, this Nature
To inflict pain so well

Of Truth
Truth is true always
Any bat space
Any bat time
Sublime
It has a distinct vibration
It's frequency rings my bones
Like a prism

Of Sorrow
So many sands have passed
On a layer I reserved for your memory alone
I weep
And I will always weep There
Because you were of me

Of Patience
Waiting
For the paint to dry
Stick a needle in my eye
Suffocating
In the vastness of time
Because too much is
As intemperate as
Not enough
I thought the silence
Would kill me
Instead, it gifted
Clarity
The kind only zen masters
Know
And memory
Of long trodden roads
And awareness of
New points
Growth
And for that,
I'll wait some more
