G.40

When I close these eyes, capture feelings letting realness roam the skies.. Sink in clearly what be dearly, have you known, be mines.. Up to you, your decision, I'm blind.. Send this spirit, steppe up wear it, heart on sleeves bear it I bind.. When it meets, melody meekly rides and it finds.. That red organ self-absorbent, what pumps and fails, time outshines ill will, rushed endorphins..(dope line).. 

G.39

You, yours, and ours, the world I come from sees beauty much louder.. That kiss, that hug, them hands together makes living much prouder.. The you and I, his and hers equally empowered.. We seek but of the same, a life change all hours.. Breathtaking, look at you, a love epically gained, no downer.. I trudge, my bad I cave, my dove, I misbehave when I pound, hurt surges relay found nerves that I thirst..

G.38

Should I fail the night, make it past 12 I might, sit in silence think of guidance, have I sold my soul to a wishing well, despite.. Hold all forms of sights, drop down to a level, be a bezel of light.. Inside out, I see a beam of rights, enlighten me some more, would you be down when it strikes.. Look into the bright shining called life, is it well, should I bail, maybe I might.. It may entail chasing hell, finding those who gripe, in and of itself, an individualistic strife.. Cope with each other, share and learn to better, no matter how deep, it is better late than never.. Recover be free, or be smothered and greet, the inevitable ending whether it's now time lapse let it creep.. Wind down might I meet, maker of mind, sound, the definition of me.. Cancel each other out, presently amore mi to you and yours, no need.. At least that's what I tell myself, in truth, I'll give and receive.. Your heart kept me warm, from then on, this instance, and onto future leads.. It keeps me going when all else has availed itself absent, my nod to flee.. I question to implore, not sob but to feed, should I live or should I lore, end quest, probably more.. 

G.37

When it rains it pours, the blood rises and it strikes a chord, am I after friends pinned up on boards, or a family portrait watered down, no more.. Two lanes leads unknowingly into next sec, tick tock, minutes sweeps, I'll be your fore.. Put my thoughts into factions, preventative measures, I'm torn.. Is it time, is it lore.. I fought for back then, sentimental pleasure, story's born.. Onto next, what have I done, I'm scorned.. Sorting out treasures endeavor, low and behold, emotions I've adorned..