Tuesday, September 28, 2010


I have declared war with your heart.

Prepared to take you over.

The consumption of every morsel of its content.

Laid out on the table.

Analyzing your mental.

Homicidal towards every molecule that intends to push me away.

Obligation to the liberty of your soul.

The conquering of the lonely lion.

Allow me to invade your being.

Loyal to your love,

even if it has yet to devote itself to me.

When I say us, I am referrring to 3.

You, your heart....

and then theres me.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


You fit perfectly in all the crevices of the brokenhearted. Finishing off what other men started but departed because they didn't have the courage to put their all in. Washing away the filthy stains from the dirt where other men planted seeds, but weren't patient enough to watch them grow. and, whispering sweet nothings to a damsel in distress, dressed in black because she is in mourning. Hoarding memories deep in her subconscious that keeps trying to save the men who couldn't save her. Treating her like a queen, yet she remains suspicious because she remains unaware of her own position. Afflicted minds, hearts constricted so she refuses to let you in. So used to hurt she will not let it end, unsure of where her heart begins. Another lost romance, the story of the nice guy that never wins.


Friday, September 17, 2010

Billie Holiday :)

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Isaiah 58:10

and if you draw out your soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul: then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity be as the noonday.

Monday, September 13, 2010