I need water that moves Not the still placid glass That sits idly on top of a firm green earth But currents that flow through my veins And sources the power of meridians I need water that breathes Absorbing the impressions Of the sentients alive Dancing as it jumps from heart to heart I need water that floods Through and through In my heart, soul and utter being. I need water

Bones crushing against a paper wall Remnants splintered from core to limb Feeds the crows cacophony To feast on scraps of your mishap Unforgiving mistakes you’ve made The caw caw caw of verbal stones Shatter their glass of hypocrisy

“Why didn’t you finish the novel?” “Well, something else came up.” “Something else? More important than what I was to live?” “I mean, am I supposed to apologize? Life happened that’s all.” “That’s a shitty excuse, I thought this was your passion?” “It is but…” “But what? Why you lived, I’ve waited to live? “I don’t think that’s my problem, you exist independent of me, the moment I thought you up. You couldn’t tried harder to inspire me.” “That’s interesting, a little gaslighty, don’t you think? “Perhaps, I’m desperate,” “Should’ve just said that rather than wound me twice.” “You’re right, I’ll get back to your story. Wait, what was your story again?

The rising of a new east Abuts the weight of time descendent At first, the touch, the smell and taste Bring life to the world new

But the flavors to the ascetic true Are tasted at the crown of teen Where feelings tense and traumas flow Shapes a path to undo

Turmoils of the twenties groan Waters the seeds of the thirties growth The self nurtured so And dreams tended to

Awakens the truer self A player in an imaginary game The expansion of conscious minds The tool turn creator

Tell me the truth Stop this blood of mine Rushing and gushing To water the lies you’ve tied Lay bare the score The tit for tat Brinks of bad You endless bore

The hint of a ripple in time Hearkens to the troubles afoot. Dreams of togetherness we Falter in the loss of self Freedom is not in the owning But the surrender that comes with love

The family is the strongest tree Bares the fruits that feeds the soul And holds the shade From the harshest Sun But when the fruits are venin be The dance begins to guard the heart From slights and wounds that leave a gash Torrential fall of resentments reign My fault, your fault or no fault claimed Brings the need of boundaries fence Protection from a drowning tribe The day is yet where wounds are healed But if not, life is inviolate to me

What I want in love Is a mind of growth Honed to the click and clacks Of misunderstandings groan

What I need in love Is a heart so bright That shines and laughs And awakens the dullest dye

What I hope for love Is a peace of mind The days serene and nights gettin in

What it is in love Is a fight for truce Creation from rapport

Houses made of stone and wood Metals like bricks lay the city streets People ranging free In judgment of the judged imprisoned Truth remains the truth Prison is not a cell But a mindset in code Unwavering in its fears embalmed Roaming in an ego cage

There are no monsters within But the call of mesmeric whims That bring the choice of this or that That a warp of this A path of fire to brim Of lies, betrayals, so grim That dull and dim the vim There are no monsters here Only choice that fail to dream