finally has purpose...

I write!

some say it's poetry

I call it air

I write, therefore I am

do you still wonder
if they think of you?
think wonders do you
if they still do?

I do. I did. we did.
I wonder if they care
that I thought of them
when I did care to wonder

how wonderful!, if it is

so...

I live between
killing my lover
and loving my killer

one fair Sunday, air will flow beneath me
I'll fly above palm trees and the blue sea
so when sunrise dethrones the fireflies
I'll be the eagle surfing sapphire skies

but send an angel to teach me blasphemy
as I'm mortal without the chemistry
to soar up and touch heaven’s canopy
God decrees 'humans aren't feathery'

so, rise defiant and grow my wings through
to glide as a jet, one man crew and say ‘I flew’
but when God gets a clue to what we do
he will fire you and strike me through

but not before that fair wind lifts my wings
to see beyond the things fit just for kings

I'm waiting for the crescent to glow
the sun flowing to our moon below
my tranquility when darkness falls

for Luna razored will save us all
the edge of bliss where It's bearable
there in the still I will lay at will

wait to have my destiny fulfilled
then be instilled with no god's goodwill
burn for loved ones I ruined using pills

alive, three forevers I'll be grilled
in the valley of the fallen angels
and there be killed, then have my blood spilled                                          
                                          justified
when the wet night ascends to the skies
I descend as demon with no disguise