Goodnight Goodnight to the woman who holds my thought. Goodnight to the woman who's love awakens my missing heart. May it remain empty not in sorrow. But empty knowing it is no longer my own. For you show me how to be weaken, yet remain strengthened through faith. May I lift you through ocean winds traveling onward. May you lift me above temptation which thorn the strongest of men. For love yet comes often in times of vast momentum. Goodnight.

AA I haven't yet been to sleep. I find myself daydreaming of your presence. You're not here in physical, but your radiant soul lingers behind to surpass the time of your departure. For the part of us which stays dormant, I can not dwell in vast pools of vain. Love spores through the corridors of my home awaiting the arrival of a familiar face once again. For now, I claim, marks the moment of onward dedication. Laced with fate, I embrace the date for entry in the gates of PorshA MAson.

Love The Love Thank you all for your reposts. I know my writing is a bit sporadic, but I appreciate everyone who still looks into my arts.

A Maze In Me I remember the days when I took to heart what people thought I was trapped in a maze then Now I'm amazing Sticks and stones Can hurt your bones The in zones are meant for thrones So naysayers aren't phasing I talk slicker than a pimp walk With more heart than a rock holding off the beating of the wave down at a boardwalk. As I fly higher than a hawk, I'm ignoring the cooing of my common counterpart. By writing the angles and demon left in my art. I knew it from the start, My soul Will never be torn apart. -Cruz

2017-07-22 0000 My mind in mazes. I know one day I'll be free, From all temptation. I hold on tightly to my dreams. If I stay patient, I heard it pays off for me. Her lips I'm tasting. The time spent wasted comfortably. My heart stays racing. I'm paced around to catch the beat. Words filled with hatred. I learn to think before I speak. I keep it balled in. I don't want you to think I'm weak. Oh God! I'm calling. Save me, this road is a dead-end street. Can't afford waiting. It's been some years since seventeen. Time won't go slowly. In seven months I'm 23.