soul expression

alone again, wondering:
why must the reddest apples always be bitter?
why must the reddest leaves always be withered?

lies gather like lode in the cracks of my life.
flowery prayer and fervent neglect;
far removed from a past i always commit.
more stains upon an already impure heart. always more.

starting off in the wrong key
and forgetting to strike the last note.
does it matter? “never,” You say.

soul expansion

the oasis of conflict is almost dry.
no more hope of living in this desert of deceit.

fickle youth pulling my hand backward
and gray age dragging me forward.
forget my arms!

tomorrow i'll wake up in a heaven
with eyes that don't worry or weep.

you were the words i couldn't write,
but now i won't have to.
i don't need to wait for life to begin.