Stepping On Hearts


It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me


They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending


The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me


Taste the Moments

The good life was never paved with ease.  Take my hand so you can see though.

 Laughter, at the essence of the soul.  I’ve been pleased to find such relief.  For it is all so funny, how we strive so hard and struggle so much to understand.  To know the secrets.  To know another person’s essence, and in the end, perceptions change, and we are silly, we are strange. I know of fate, but not of it’s details, and tomorrow’s not one for me to predict.  I’d rather live it.  Taste it, taste the moments, than waste them.

So must I get logical about all sorts of subjects, but never caught up in confusion of direction, because there is clarity right in front of my eyes.  I know my unique love, and would be better off just focusing on that.


Loyalty to the cause

Rather than to an entity, a perplex set of identities, separate from your individuality

You walk around like tainted royalty, a slave to the turmoil you seek

That rush, it’s temporary, leading you to detriment

Wish your vision was seen clearly, you’re so heavenly

Hopefully pride will fall to the wayside, making way for a huge tide

Revolution in a soul tied