Who can hit the hardest?

I

could scream a dictionary of your flaws at you

but you’d end up stripping me down

(no further than I should be)

Maybe I would sing

your bible of lies to you,

screaming your hymns to the heavens

but I’d be left with nothing

as you took me down the scenic route

of everything that should have been

blamed on me.

These two people,

two pieces of the same puzzle

two pawns in the same game.

A game of who can

hit the hardest.

Well, who can hit the hardest?

I never wanted to know,

and here I am,

last round,

and I guess it’s my turn.

Even angels without wings are too good for us

Feather by feather

my angels wings were

torn apart, plucked bare and clean.

What draws down

an angel from his clouds?

Certainly nothing

beautiful or good.

Is it his charges

singing electronic hymns?

Or is it the dance floor prayers?

Have you ever tried to hold the moonlight

between your two palms?

Or keep the morning dew

sparkling all day?

Then you'll know

nothing beautiful ever stays.

Well it did, for me;

today;

My angel lost his feathers

and they fill my hands

a million times over.

Never is a love letter an autobiography

This was never a love letter

when I wrote it down

But god knows

Nothing gold can ever stay.

Now I have no idea

as to what to say.

So give me some time

for when the river starts

I can't tell you when it'll stop.

I'm the

smoker

joker

midnight toker

who never knew

it could get any better,

so when it started to

I ran like hell.