hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
avp
hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
avp
while pretending
his way through the rainy day,
he got lost watching
the growing orbits of sorrow
that surround his lonely heart
burn in the water.
avp
the unseen forces
that conspired to guide him,
calmed his inner chaos
and took him to the
other side of silence
avp
the duel between his heart and mind
became a dance in rhythmic measure
of opening and closing,
each inflicting strict penalties on him
of reward and punishment
as conditions for love.
avp
looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.
avp
sitting in his chair of discouragement
weaving individual threads of pain,
he created a blanket of
sadness scrawling across the floor.
avp
feeling unnoticed,
he continued to put himself in the
way of his own beauty.
avp
held captive by terrorist lies,
they forced him
into taking faith in false thoughts
by drinking their poisoned words.
avp
driving into the unknown
on flat tires
that follow shadows and empty signs,
he left behind
another second chance.
avp
he made a cage
of wired lies and compliments
for his heart.
avp