Life

Life hasn’t ever been about getting things right. Life has always been about getting things wrong and making them right. And it’s only ever in that gap that life ever lives.

Hearts

Our hearts have capacity 
They do fill up
When young they’re empty
But as one lives
And loves there’s some
Jockeying some fitting together
Of all these loves
Creating the beautiful you
That you eventually become
And then your last
Your final love will
Be the one piece
That makes all of
The other ones sing
Those sweet heavenly songs

Promise

Promises aren’t dreams 
Promises are promises
And dreams dreams
A man is
But one thing
Only his word
Never make promises
You can’t keep
For it devalues
Your precious commodity
And in turn
You as well
Always dream big
But only ever
Promise that what
You can assure
Will come true

Toxic

Toxic is toxic 
Toxic will eventually
Eat its way
Through absolutely everything
If given the
Drip long enough
Life or love
Cannot survive toxicity
It can muster
But it will
Eventually collapse mutate
Becoming something recognizable
To the toxin
But not to
Its unwitting host
Remove what’s left
Nurture just that
And leave to
Die what has
Already been dead

FromTheDarkness

One of my favorite 
Things is coming out
From the wild darkness
And into the light
This can be like
Fall to the Summer
For sometimes brightness can
Be dark don’t mistaken
What you can see
For things you cannot
And deem those seen
As better they’re not
Necessarily follow your heart
And not your eyes
For your eyes see
What your mind desires
But only your heart
Can speak to others