Do not leave your core, my friend
You know the law
That which governs you
And makes you raw

Do not dismiss your call
You are the all
The rise and you are the fall
Breathe with cause

Take the walk
With pride, do not pause

By the end of war,
The truth you sought
Becomes the fruit
You sow

Punching away shadows, shapes
Back were they came from, from the street
Lights smothering the Inky abyss and pockets
Above the silk black blanket
A sinister grin from a ghostly moon
that changed its shape
from a horn to a circular glow

Punching away shadows, shapes.
Back where they came from, from the gritty street
Lights smothering the pockets of odor with glare
Above the black, silk blanket
A sinister grin from the ghostly moon
that changed its shape
from a horn to a circular glow

When I say I love you
It is more than just the word,
More than a weak definition,
More than short infatuation.

When I say I love you
It is more than just the word,
More than simply social dress,
Or choosing what suits me best.

When I say I love you
You must never let me go.
Never let me alone my love,
For I have no life without you.

You are more than my completion.
You are more!

It is not that I chose you-
Existence comes before

And if I lose you
Existence is no more

I want to write a poem,
without the themes and structure,
without the syllables and imagery,
without meaning,
just because I feel like it

I would love to write this poem,
with repeating lines like I don't care,
and words that don't go with each other nor make sense

I want to write, because I feel
I don't want to write to be right
Do you understand?