EVEN A LION PURR

EVEN A LION PURR, FOR HIS LIONESS
I COULD ROAR AND TELL THE WORLD, ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL MESS.
EVEN A LION ROARS AFTER EATING RAW FLESH
CHASING HIS OWN TONGUE,
                   PASTING AROUND DEATH.
WHEN FEAR BECOME LESS
ONE COULD SWEAR TO THE GODS, AS LIGHTNING FALL AS RAIN.
EVEN A LION'S PURR TELLS A MILLION TALES.
WHEN ANGER FAILS,
UNLEASHING WHAT HUNGER WAS THERE TO REVEAL.
EVEN A LION PURR

SOMETHING, ABOUT A WOMEN

WHY DOES IT ALWAYS BEGIN WITH THESE MOMENTS WHEN
BEAUTY MEETS BEAST
A FLOWER DECEASED WITNESSING,
A SHOOTING STAR GREET ANOTHER'S DEFEAT.
SOMETHING ABOUT A WOMEN, WHEN SHE CARRIES A HEART 
CALCULATING EVERY BEAT.
SOMETHING ABOUT A WOMEN, A WOMEN I KNOW.
SOMETHING ABOUT HER, IS MANY WORDS THAT I WROTE.
IT ALWAYS START WITH THESE MOMENTS WHEN,
SIMPLE WORDS GROW.
EYES CREATE PATHS,
SECRETS PLACES ONE NEVER THOUGHT HE KNEW.
LONELINESS VANISHED AS TO WHEN SHADOWS IN THE NIGHTS DO .
SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK,
THERE SHE SAT APPEARING AS AN  ECLIPSE WOULD.
SOMETHING ABOUT A WOMEN, MORE THAN A PICTURE
SOME THING ABOUT HER,
MAKES THE PAIN IN THE REEL AS REAL AS HER BEAUTY IS.
CONFESSION TO A HEARTS ACHE, SPINNING IN THE THRILL.
SOMETHING ABOUT HERSELF I DOUBT SHE'LL EVER KNOW
HER GIFT TO SEDUCE, MAKE WEAK OF A SAD SOUL.
SOMETHING ABOUT THIS WOMEN

WHAT IF I ?

WHAT IF I AM TO LOVE YOU?
EVEN IF YOU CHOSE OTHERWISE
WHAT IF LOVING IS TO BE,
MORE THAN FANTASY, SHATTERED BY CURIOUS MINDS AND LIES.
            LOVE / LOVE / LOVE
LOVE HAVE BECOME A WORD WRAPPED BY THORNS.
OFFERING STINGS WITH A QUESTION, WHAT IF I ?
WHAT IF I TELL YOU THERE WAS MORE,
MORE TODAY THAN, THERE WAS YESTERDAY
MORE LOVE THAN MY HEART COULD ABSORB.
SPILLED WITHIN WORDS...CAPTURED BY THOUGHTS.
FREED WITHIN HURT...HEALING MORE HEARTS.
WHAT IF I AM TO LOVE YOU AND MEAN IT,
WHAT IF ............. I LOVE YOU

THE CLOSEST THING...

I HELD YOU THAN AND NOW AS A TROPHY OF SOME SORT
WINNER OF A SPORT, WON BY I
THE CURIOUS OF BOTH LOVE AND LIFE
THE CLOSEST THING TO PARADISE .
I THOUGHT I FELT A TEAR, IT WAS JUST A BLANK PAGE FALLEN FROM MY VIEW.
IT FELT LIKE HURT WOULD,
YET, A NUMB STATE SHOWERED  ME WITH SOMETHING NEW.
BLED THOUGHTS
I SUPPOSE JUST LIKE YOU DID,
WHEN RAIN FELT LIKE INK MADE FOR TATTOOES.
PERMANENT BLOOD SHED CANNOT BE THE REASON WHY I GREW
IF ONE WAS NOT MEANT TO BE SLAVE TO  PAIN
WHY DOES THIS HURT FEEL SO GOOD.
ITS FUNNY HOW THE CLOSEST THING TO NO GOOD,
IS NOW HEALING ANOTHER THAT IS NO GOOD.

TO CATCH A, MOMENT

THEY SAID YOU AND I WERE THE SAME PERSON
I JUST WANTED  TO KEEP IT REAL WITH MYSELF.
I DIDN'T WANT TO BE AN EXPERT,
TO THIS THING CALL HURT... ALL I KNEW WAS IT HURT.
                 IT MUST HAVE LOOKED THE SAME,
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY...LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING.
            WHEN EVERYTHING APPEAR THE SAME
LOOKING AS THOUGH NOTHING DOESN'T CHANGE A THING.
                    SOMETHING ABOUT SOMETHING,
                    HAD TO MAKE ME THAT MUCH DIFFERENT.