Longing for Belonging

What is it about home
that makes one’s heart roam.
Seeking vast and open spaces
My heart races.

Take me there
By any road any fair
I just want to be home
It is my Rome.

It is this time of year.
It is time to hunt deer.
I will find belonging
in more than my longing. 

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Life Struggles

Selecting the unfit
Leaves my heart in a rift.
How could they be chosen?
My judgements leave me frozen.

Why was I picked?
What causes me to be ticked?
Why can’t I focus on my side of the fence
The grass is always greener, looking whence.

Staying sucks
Dying kills me
Pain is consuming me
O sweet agony…

F*ck



Why do I persist?
Why do I resist?
“Change me damn it!”

Another day ends…

Infinitely Beautiful; Why me?

When you are here while I’ve been gone;
I come home to find something wrong.
Your faithfulness is unmet;
My heart is hard, and I’m in debt.

Now I’m guilty,
Now I’m wrong,
But these things leave me filthily,
Unencumbered you come to me, because your love is so strong.

I can’t stand in your presence,
I can’t take this anymore.
Your love is too great.
It makes my heart break!

You strip me to the bone.
Exposing my heart of stone.
You see my emptiness.
Yet you fill me with pure bliss.

You are patient beyond measure.
You’ll wait forever.
You desire me with a longing of infinity,
But I’m just a regular bum; why me?

Battle Ground

Sometimes you’ve got to stand your ground;

Not forgetting everything that is profound.

Pain will come and go,

But in the midst of it all what do you have to show?

As a man I am called to protect.

As a brother I may I not forget.

As a lover let me remember

That this is November.

And someone died for me

So that I may be free.

Battles won and lost,

But lest we forget that death comes with the frost.

So stand your ground my granddaddy’s daddy said,

as he fought for freedom, so I wouldn’t be dead.

Trying to Forget Her

Knowing that you love her,
Tell yourself, “No sir!” 
Trying to forget her.
Regretting you loved her, Grrr…

Anger and Emotion
Leaves my heart filled with a potion
Majic has already happened
Now death and life seem flattened.

Everything and nothing make my heart beat.
I seem to be in a bliss and hell repeat.
A combination I don’t recommend.
When you try and make lust extend.

No joy, only pain; look there’s rain!
As the earth burns up as it falls 
When your heart melts in its own Hiroshima,
How do you rebuild the Chernobyl or your life? 

When you’re left with dice, a bottle,
and the ability to only drive full throttle?
Addiction, depression, rejection,
will there ever be resurrection? 

Robbed Emotion

Pain mixed with a desire for gain.
What's with man's search for fame?
Money, sex, power?
What motivates this hour?

The reality that motivation has completely stopped,
that Life caught up with commotion.
No hope for emotion
It has run the race and come out last and been robbed. 

What is my inner drive?

Zeal makes me feel
Heart ache comes in heels,
The hangover is at the bottom of the bottle,
And I seek to not be able to pull back this throtel

Nothing satisfies,
Nothing burns inside.
Yet I'm burnt up,
With longing deep and wide. 

Nakedness is my solution
But nakedness is just hear polution.

Coldness

Sometimes pain is better than stillness.

Or I’d take loneliness vs. a kiss,

Because in the darkness and night,

At least the coldness is a guide.

Power of Beauty

What is it that makes a heart beat?
I've lived my life with these feet.
Never stable never still
Life doesn't give me much thrill.

Yet, here I am here I'll stay
Because beauty has captured me in every way
Home, love, nature, nurture,
What will hold me here with her?

I was meant to wander, 
and wander I will.
Till the power of beauty
cuts through obsessive duty.

Dullness

Beep, beep, beep,

The monitor squaks,

Click clock, Click clock, Click clock,

The clock doesn’t stop.

Will this go on forever?

Or will I reach a destination,

That isn’t just dry desolation?

Someone please tell me what I mean!

Put I’m all alone in this reality.

I have no identity.

Tell me who I am I scream!

But the nigh doesn’t answer.

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