Limitless of the Road
The only light I see is the streetlamps
As I pass beneath their glow
Driving below the speed limit
But too fast to realize
I have no where to go from here
Except back from where I came

The only color I see is red
From the stop sign that lay ahead
I slow down just in time
But not soon enough to turn
On another dead end street
To the same dead end life

The only thing I hear is the music
That blares over my thoughts
Silly love songs with no meanings
But the truth of their existence
Is the truth that love exists
In a world filled with so much hatred

The only thing I feel is the nothingness
Of the thoughts that make no sense
The better life you read about
But never truly live
Has me in wonder
About the possibilities of my own.

The only thing I can touch is myself
From the inside out
To understand the complexity
Of the streets of my own mind
Is to continue to drive
Without the limits of the road. Or, myself.

Keeping the Faith
"It's always on my mind. Traces of where I have been. Where I might be going. Who I might be meeting. How I might be getting there. And I always come back to love. The word. The meaning. The feeling. I can not help but think about all my love every day. For the old person at the bus stop. For the young child at the supermarket. For the boy who's hair I want to run my hands through. For the girl who sits in the back of class asleep. Dreaming. For my friends. For my foes. For my woes. For my family. And, most importantly, for those yet to come into my life. I always feel like I am in a constant preparation for love. The love that digs deep into the heart that shadows the logic of the mind. As if each person, each experience, each day, each minute, each second I am being cultivated into a being ready for love. And when I get there, he will be there too. He will have been molded, shaped, and where I am in life. Ready. Strong. And confident in his love. No, in our love. I keep faith. Faith in life's lessons, life's teachings, and life's plan. I guess faith is the only thing I can put trust in. Everything else seems arbitrary to the meaning of love. Each aspect has the ability to fall. To shatter. To die. Not faith, though. Faith, that is, to the highest degree. And what better to have faith in than love?"

Two Steppin'
Love that drips from my fingertips
To his
And back again.

The bliss of a dance
Intertwined
Like a marry-go-round.

Sweet nothings
Even sweeter something's.
Time becomes our only enemy

As we fall into the odyssey
Of our touch
Our feel
Our love.


The Last Time

Four years ago.

A steamy car. Two young hearts. Beating to the music.

Lips in a collage of happiness.

Skimming over the surface of each other's minds.

For comfort. For understanding. For love.

The blueness of their eyes as deep as the sea.

On a rainy day.

The mist of their bodies rubbing up against each other.

And they let go.

Of themselves.

Only to fall back into the arms of one another.

As they breathe.

Unstained.

No key fits.
The hearts of unlovable lovers.
The ones who deny themselves the beauty.
Of someone else's company. Touch. Smile.

An uncontrollable urge of nothing.
Cold. Callus. And Controlled.

They.

Stare without a wink.
Glare without a thought.
Feel without a feeling.

Reading just one line into someone.
But never the full book.
Of someone else's life. Soul. Being.

They are.

Glass that is unmarred.
Clear of the muddiness of love.
But, pure with naïve truth.
That love hurts more than loneliness.