It seems as though I no longer conceal,
the things and nothings that I feel.
I comprehend not if these be real
not if such things I can with deal.
How strange my heart was quick a steal,
and I at a loss of strength and zeal.
The blanketing warmth seems so surreal
Unserene sensations make me their meal.
I once thought my affections were steel,
but strong thick layer perfectly feel
to your way of breaking my solitude seal,
my sentiments sway, so such they kneel.

A day, a day, past.

How strongly one’s emotions can affect mentality.
The constant reassurance of stability is about as crippling as the entity of emotion itself.
How long can one suffer in the ocean of sentiment before they eventually drown?
The aspect of progression through the soul is subtle, faint and bleak.
Nostalgia disturbs through inducing wistful affection;
Upon recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Resurrected from the salty chuck.
I awoke with the absence of instinctive regret;
To think a shadow burdened my day,
Until I no longer wished for another.

( more women will read this then men )

have you ever seen a very elderly couple walking down the street, or walking
on the beach, or on a path in the park or forest holding hands?
did you ever wonder : what do they have that we don't have ?
nowadays the word LOVE is used so freely but without any feelings or meanings.
take a look around at the rich or the famous that get so involved in their careers
or the greed for money that they have never learned or have forgotten what love is.
when a man such as myself can look at the woman in that relationship and see that
with all that she has in her life, that she is still lonely and empty inside.
she may never have walked hand in hand with a man, or out of the clear blue
he presents her with a single flower, or has called unexpectedly and said
i'm just calling to tell you " that I love you " and then hangs up.
( that feeling Is something that stays in your heart and mind )
what about that man who has nothing to offer you since you have riches or fame
or both and says the only thing he has to offer is his heart and undying love.
a man who loves to walk in the rain holding your hand and smiling and laughing and talking
about anything and everything.
a man who will look into your eyes and find your soul and tells you that
you are the only one he wants to hold.
one who understands your needs and desires, and can still light your fire.
one who knows the difference between *** and ******* and always makes it beautiful
and not ****** or animalistic.
one who loves you for you and not for what others want you to become.
one who still has a little chivalry left in him to open up a car door
and walk on the outside facing the street to protect you from danger.  
a man who will help you to follow your dreams and support all your endeavors
even if he feels that it may not be right for you , but will also warn
you of dangers and obstacles that may lie ahead.
one who knows that women are very sentimental and can cry at the drop of a hat
and can put their head on your shoulder and let the tears flow.

                  to be continued

Of tipsy actions and faded memories
One day, id like to tell these stories
Especially that August night
When it went away, my fright

Of crowded bars and a heated game
One thing was for sure, we felt the same
At least that's what I know of, what I believed
I never thought that one day, I would wallow in grieve

Of thick smoke and innovative thoughts shared
A minute of silence, in your eyes I stared
It would slowly change in my favorite hue
Black to grey to my favorite shade of blue

Of tulips, disorientation and faded jet streams
A moment of appreciation for what those seems
A flashback of that night when it became confusing and tragic
The difference in our perspective, made us lose our spark, our magic

Of sunflowers and dreamcatchers
You still get through them, and it bothers
I beg, I beg for every saint to help me
Im hanging on a tree but no one could see

Of sad songs and the will to move on
I take a step, not wanting to be a pawn
Not wanting to look back, another step
Away from that hell, you had me kept

Of palm trees and good days
Out of nowhere, it came up to my face
To hurt me again, to put me back in
He knows my weakness, my shin

Of killer smiles, pinky promises and a broken chain
Once again, Looking for something to keep me sane
A strong hold you have, you are a crane
You have all the power, to break and make me insane

When the sun sets and madness comes to play.
I pray for you,
Please don't be far away.

The wolves howl as they hunt their nighttime prey,
I often ask,
Do they fear coming day?

I travel alone yet I am not lonely,
I close my eyes,
It is your smile I see.

I put these poor words to digital ink,
My sentiments;
Hello Poetry link.

I find comfort in the news
Be it typhoons or drones
I feel like a 100 year old Camus
For he was a miserable little raccoon
Or should I say Morrissey?
But the bipolar king is lost at sea!
I think of Sylvia Plath and her oven
Incinerated in a jar or in a coffin?

I will mention roses in a second
But first, wear your veil
May I eat your cheeks?
I’m your psychopath with style

We bathed in herbs together
The pale ******* that shone
A reoccurring dream of two moons
I believe in reincarnation
bosoms, as the lunar eyes of an owl

Stars, rain, coffee, cigarettes and music
Few clichés, I forgot about your roses
One day I’ll strike the balance
between rhymes and passion