From the Mountain

If you could come into my home,
You would immediately know.

If you could look into my eyes,
Just once,
Trust me,
It would show.

The tides are turning
And our hearts are yearning
For something more.
I can feel it in my core,
The sound of Ares' footsteps at my door.

No one listens, while I implore.
Life's greatest mysteries,
I do adore.

Let's have tea soon, kay?

Ready for the time of year
Where little faerie bugs hum in your ear?

Remember the summers
Where everything was exciting,
Our hearts igniting,
And there was no dream  of fighting?

I recall the past
Where our feelings were true,
Forever wanting them to last.

And now we're here.
I feel your denial coming in quite clear.
The summers are not warm,
They're cold.
Longing for the days of old.

'Tis a shame,
For my summers never end.
I want you now
Just like I wanted you then.
But I'll wait for you to be done playing pretend,
So we can get on with the greater joys again.

What Will Grow Crooked...

When the light shines and it burns our eyes, we look away in denial because we can handle anything.

Supporting the underdog doomed to die only ensures a fixed position in life, 6 feet under the underdog.

Making the wrong friends to piss off the right ones will get you far for sure.

Living in pain everyday is an indicator of nothing?

I laugh my ass off because crying is getting old.