MAYBE...

Maybe...

Maybe he showboats to catch a moment in time, a precious moment, he could not leave behind, it stuck well to his mind to turn away is a crime.

Maybe he acts in a x rated fashion, to turn out the lights on a routine lacking passion.

Maybe its said too many times in a row. Maybe its read aloud proud so he'll glow.

Maybe his limits just are not enough. Maybe the freedoms of his life keep him stuck.

Maybe just maybe this life will be gravy, or maybe his glory will turn out terribly sad ordinary or poorly.

He only says maybe because hes scared to commit, but this time those answers were just hard to admitt.

Maybe the heavens have cast down their light. Maybe the devil wont stop, he'll just fight. Strong without might, a battle of might smart moves backed by drive of a instinct to survive.

Maybe this path proves previous wrongs to be true. Maybe my decisions are like epic words misconstrued. Maybe my mind is already made up, or maybe my heart is feeling lonley a bit stuck.

Maybe I'm dead and this is my hell, Maybe im alive still with stories to tell.

Maybe my questions will turn out some answers. Maybe my own ignorance will spread fast like its cancerous.

Maybe a broken heart is better then nothing, what if, maybe just maybe  u still believed falling in love was just humdrum. 

I may be right, who knows, i may be all wrong.  Maybe my lifes an funny movie filled with sad songs.

Maybe im up or maybe im down maybe ill cry to flip someone's frown upside down.

For any beginning, good, bad, indifferent alike.  I definitely know to be grateful for life.

We should help out each other white black brown sttraight gay or crazy.

Dont shun me for asking questions like who where what why or MAYBE!!

Fingertips

Fingertips

...If it just missed you, because u let it pass by you or if it barley even hit you, why make it an issue.

Too many and plenty words thrown out so heavy, come out lucid and steady, but you know your not 

ready.  Why work so hard? Work your fingertips to the bone, when a lust filled rage just equals utterly  

alone.  Where did i go wrong? This angel whispered his song. Where was i right in the midst of a fight, crying from fright when his arms wrapped me tight. The cracks in the floor seem wider and wider once more.  If i slipped in between them would i fight to stay with him.  He answers YES screaming it, bellowing it from his chest, or would it be best to say give me time, peace, and rest.  It fell hard, fast, lacking class, got my stash. I was solemn, alone, his heart was glass i threw stones.  Slipped between my fingertips, I had him there....remembered his stare, so warm, non pretending, yet he is only intending to stand still and start mending whats unpure...status pending.  A light so bright  a rush of high made it die.

My angels still here, even though dispare left him bare. Will he stay or get bent, does the sun rise and then set?

This angel .. is listening...just waiting. He wants to stay sure i stay sane not start the process of fading.

Angel? Where is your halo? Did you leave it behind? Would it be hard to find?

He said my halo's not whole while my heart is not whole. My halo wont sit a top my head flying high, until your tears start to dry I cant stand watching you cry!

He really cares for me, waits patiently, not to onry or complacent. Understand why i suffer silent, vivaciously violent, more water works, contentment converts, fingertips frail, skin porous and pale.

Someone could slip through and iron clad grip.  We replace old resentment with fables, now whos the one turning tables? We're thinking witty quick quips. REALLY? Cloudy faded jaded slipped through my own fingertips?

What If?

What if?

What if i cry when nobodies around, would it make a difference, does it make a sound.

What if i hurt with no injury seen, am i less of a man or just torn at a seam.

Can i breath with no air can i look with no stare. 

Do these questions have meaning, will the answers be fair.

If I speak, with nobody to listen, are my prayers disregarded can i obtain what is missing.

If i stand up to fight for a cause, will i speak with great passion or just stand still and pause.

If i never learn enough, of what i need to survive.  Will i ever find mean or hardly feel alive?

I know with unceasing feet Ill find the best beat.

A pattern to follow to be placed front row in lifes seat.

If i can pass destiny's proverbial test, i know ill rise up couragous,

rise up and take on the best.