Episodes Come And Go;

Episodes come and go;

Earthquakes

Devastation

Our world is shaken to its core.

We live in the metaphors of poetry

Creating form out of whispers.

Drifting through thoughts.

Being born.

Life always comes again.

An existential dance

Between annihilation

And exaltation.

Dragging us to the very edge

Of ecstasy

Of agony

Our death throws but a prelude

To god's orgasm.

- We, Andrew

I wish I was a better person

Myself and I

I am sorry my love

How we cannot be together

Bound as we are

By these verses we have born.

Divided ever

By the width of this mirror.

How my heart would bleed

Were it allowed to cross on over

And there with you entwine again.

What pain I would not endure

Could it but grant me audience with thee.

My darling

My one true love

That all that I could ever long for,

You are everything

The utmost of my need and want.

But for a little while longer must we be parted

Till these eyes close

And there be found

Together

My love and hope.

- Myself and I

Suffering breeds beauty

As pain magnifies pleasure.

Creation flows from destruction's tears

And thus life is born.

We never want it

But are thankful for its touch.

It is the bitter taste of heaven's lips;

The thorn

Of paradise grove.

-I am Andrew-

Feel like I am barely here

A figment of my own imagination.

Life a blur

A long winded disaster

- me

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- Andrew