Flaws Amid the Form

We bend and sway to meaningless whims,

Pushing and shoving with endless streams

Of tradition and orthodox spewing forth dreams,

Crafting us into  characters: those picture-perfect films. 

What happened to one's identity?

Of flaws amid the ridged form

Presented as unyielding to the critical eyes.

These diminished souls we have become

Forced to be cutout caricatures. 

Hiding the truth to mirror expected perfection

Instead of pseudonymity,

Extenuate the differences, the inequalities,

That the raw nature of our individualities 

Be not painted over for appearances,

For as a part of humanity 

All have flaws amid their form. 

With Time Love Grows

I won't love you tomorrow 
Like I love you today.
For each day with you,
My love just can't stay the same.
Deeper and harder, I fall
Waiting to see if its the end,
But I keep finding nothing
And fall farther again.

I won't love you tomorrow
Like I love you today
Because you will exceed
All I could imagine anyway. 
Your smile will be that much brighter;
Your confidence that much stronger;
Your exuberance so vivacious.
I come to see that without you,
I am not the same.

I won't love you tomorrow 
Like I love you today
For with time love grows
And my love will be 
That much stronger
Having walked with you all day. 

Adam's Song

Down these long and arduous roads

Where angels fear to tread, 

I journey far below to the land 

Of the living and the dead.

Harsh halos intersperse the twilight

Falling on the molten rock wall

Illuminating the history 

Of the heavenly angels' fall.

I bear this heavy load I chose,

Though cumbersome and weary,

It cuts into my inner core 

Reminding me of the shadow, dreary.

I cannot exult myself above

These angels fallen the same,

As I who chose to disobey,

The One who gave me my name.

Woe am I, the first fallen.

Of clay and dust I am made.

But for the one who calls me Son

I would not have been remade.

I do not fear the fallen ones

Who's object is to destroy,

For one is higher on my side 

And who's power I do employ.

"Turn Thou away, O evil one,

From me come not near.

For I am his own chosen one,

A child the Father holds dear." 

Bullet

You were like a bullet,
Ripping through my bone,
Shattering all the loneliness,
I had ever known.
Your kindness ricocheted,
Off the walls none had torn apart,
'Til the lock ended broken,
Revealing my tender beating heart.

Worth It

I wonder if it's worth it,

To have loved and lost it all.

To awaken to a quite house,

And wander aimlessly in the hall. 

No matter how hard I try to defy it,

The truth is you're never coming home.

Is it worth it? 

To pour out my love, my life 

And still come up empty?

Your gentle caress and sassy smile

The way you tilt your head 

When you're thinking hard.

I never would've had that 

Had I not known you.

Was it worth it? To know you,

The pain and the joy?

Hell, yeah.

Relentless

The waves roll in as we crash and burn

Succombing to the irrisitable urge.

Passion, like the rising sun

Stops for no man. 

The tides, they rise and fall.

Still the night goes on,

Relentless. 

The stars shine bright amidst the night 

Constellations, a map to lead the lover,

A guide to the wanderer,

A hope for the weary,

Yet still the earth rolls on,

Relentless.

Loyalty

Loyalty. 
So hard to define
Until it is lost.
Simply perceived
Yet hard to keep intact. 
It takes every ounce
Of our being
Solely devoted 
To the object 
Of our loyalty.
Yet betrayal can undue
All we've worked so hard
To keep together. 
We live;
We fight;
We die;
Fiercely ready to defend
Those to whom
we've pledged our loyalty.
Loyalty takes:
Courage in the midst of fear,
Integrity to hold true. 
Persistance amidst defeat,
Sacrifice in times of triumph. 
It asks for everything
And holds nothing back. 
Loyalty is worth the price 

Single Life

Single life, so weary and yet carefree. 
No ties, when all I long for 
Are ties to hold to.
My mind works over time
Reading into a glance or smile 
Given by the opposite sex.
What is it about me
That makes me hold back?
How will anyone see me
If I don't dare to speak?
Why do I rely on my looks
To catch the mate I seek,
When I what I really want most 
Is love based on what is underneath?
Single life, the lonely state
That all in time shall be. 

Behind Every Face

Behind every face is a vision
That drives one to dream
Of endless possibilities
Beyond imagination.
Within each heart is a passion 
That spurs one to love
Amidst the disappointments
Guaranteed to come.
Beneath every action 
Dwells a reason
For whether love or hatred
Resides in their eyes.
Be not hasty to judge
If one be worthy of love
For behind every face
Resides a living soul, 
Longing to be understood. 

The China Doll

Behind the porcelain smile 

Lies an underlying shame, 

A belief that she's not good enough 

To play perfection's game.

She listens to deceptions,

That play on her innocence,

'Til she believes she's worthless

And trying harder is the only penance.

No, mistakes are not an option, 

They only make her look weak.

She makes sure to choose the option

That will get the approval she seeks.

(Parade that painted smile

And cover all those fears, 

Be what they want you to be,

And don't crack your porcelain physic.)

Creak. She slips off the shelf 

Some might say by accident,

But the crack in her perfect smile

Is a telltale sign. This was no accident.

Pure Rejuvenation

The broken windowpanes,

And cracks in the red brick walls,

A delapidated cottage,

Crumbling in the ocean mist.

As the high tide crashes 

Into the rugged cliffs,

I hear the sound of the surf 

And contemplate: Is there

solace from the mess?

A pure rejuvenation 

From life's soiled tests,

The conscious rendering 

Of a longed for restoration.

I pull my blanket closer

As the cold wind nips my neck,

And hear the inssesant chatter,

Of the ever calling seagulls.

"Be still my soul," I whisper.

As I take in a breath, hold it,

Then let it out slowly.

Restoration is possible I think,

If I let it.