D.E.B.

When the good go young
and leave a son
without possibility to forget,
all that is left is regret.
It does not seem fair
forced to greet with a silent prayer.
I walk alone
to him,
but all I see is stone.

Muse

You are my muse
o not to be confused
with a significant
other than you,
so not to accuse
the power in
just a word not
to abuse
the muse.

Hats off to the muse
and keeping me from losing me.
Inspiration pulls to surface
where people can gawk
and talk
about my time spent
and if its worth theres.

Time passes
and words come from drought
not to be without
the company of the muse
whose so worthy of admiration
but it doesn't know it
so in me we'll show it.

The talent is to the inspired
but the gift is to the inspire
such latent words and phrases
that electrify the
ink through ball point
into the work of
the muse.

The Road to Familiar

Think of thoughts wasted
When she never gave you one.
Leaping out of your shell
And unknowingly jumping into hell.

You are so overrated,
And I wasn't appreciated.
You cut clean, we never fought.
So you wanted what you got.

Bomb dropped
In car
Going in reverse.
And momentum
still can't break the curse.
Oh I try
While you lie
So don't bother angel
I'm fine on the road to familiar.

But now I know
that every feeling of desire
was just fuel to set on fire.
I stopped pleading,
couldn't help the bleeding
Thanks to the venom thats got me healing.