It is not what is said or withheld,
it is the action, reaction and what is felt.
why not one understand ?
don't say that right is unsaid;damn!

words shatter upon my sight,
unpenetrating is stops dead.
admittance to clouds left unfight,
the thumping break of blur red.

Fond.

slp my angel sleep....
dream my angel dream...
feel the rough caress deep
as the touch tells wat i scream.

i love thee,
i hurt.
clearly i see...
i am dirt.

anger whirls.
jealousy burns.
sorrow hurls.
sadness churns.

the clear path i dream,
but i am dirt i am.
but as i turn to the seen
i've left my filth since the starting end.

breathing gently,
paradise lingers your smile.
dirt cradles you shakily,
unworthy of that smile.

i beg whole hearted,
look me through.
unworthy admitted,
but i still caress you true.

sorry lingers around this balcony tonite

with the feeling of love, follows the legacy of pain...