Living Dreams

Life’s not what it seems,
We forget what hides
Beneath the surface:

The world that floats atop of Dreams
And the things we paint inside our heads
With colors unexpressed.

And the colors
Shine but it’s not all we see,
Strokes of love and fear,
Joy and sorrows.

And the sorrows,
Becomes the lies that light up the dark
And it’s all we begin to see until everything’s
A mess and it becomes a reason to dream.

And the Dream
That crystalized in our teens
Upon the thin layer of our eyes
Like an empty piece of glass
Stops us from seeing the rest.

Life’s not what it seems,
Let me dream,
Let me dream.

Letters To The Sky

Dear Mia,

I am not a perfect person; I know I am a fool. And sometimes I want to go to a place that I could imagine a home to be, I just want a reprieve from all of this pain and suffering I am enduring, a small chance to make it into life and to bring you with me. But I know that will never be the case, so I am fighting with such voracity, until I am broken. But even when I feel broken and shattered and I cannot handle the pain, I wince and move on and endure until something is done and I can push through this bullshit.

I am not going to stop, even if the gods smite me, and in the end hopefully everything will mean something.

 

Love,

Your Father

Love’s Lights

Love’s Lights

St. Peter

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

And it flickers in the distance like a dying flame.

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

To grab my dreams and end this endless fight

And circumvent a life of strife and pain.

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

 

That pulls away with each extension of my might.

A vision in my mind that keeps me maimed;

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

Beyond the cold air and into the warmth in sight,

And have what lays within my dream’s remains.

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

 

Which tantalizingly dance, and in its white,

I gave you happiness; something I cannot obtain.

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

And grasp at heavens life, and give you what’s right,

The world and my love; to save you from suffering’s reign

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights;

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night.

Relentless

Relentless

By St. Peter

Flesh and muscle will catch fire

And the water that drowns the

My heart will boil into

sweat that steams off my body

seeping through the cracks

Howling a shattering cry.

 

My aching bones will snap

And crack under the

Crushing pressure

Until my body wants

To surrender.

 

And when the demons

come to take me

I will fight until I am broken

And press on until

The fires ignite me fade

Into whispering ashes.

Letters To The Sky

Dear Mia,

Let me tell you something about love. It is okay to love and to lose. It happens to everyone. It will hurt, but you cannot stop loving, and you cannot give way to hating. And once your broken and in pain you got to love like you have never been hurt again, and in the end know everything will be okay, love the moments you share with people and love who they are but understand there will be a person you will love enough–to want so badly ,so deeply that it will feel like a need–to share the moments of your life with.

 

Love,

Your Father

Letters To The Sky

Dear Mia,

Just smile, life is so short, do what makes you happy. Follow your passions and do right by the world, the people and, most importantly, yourself. Don’t stress over the little things, its okay to make mistakes and in the long run as long they will fade away just like everything else so fill your moments with happiness. IF you are happy then I am happy.

Love,

Your Father