In my mind are the words to solve the most complex riddles,
the most perplexing questions.
If only I could find a way to arrange them in some legible sense.
Yes,
intense,
but nonetheless I struggle.
Bumbling fool with my words.
Its absurd how I manage to mangle the simplest terms.
Fumbling round and about in a daze,
as if seeking an exit to a literal maze.

I am not a writer.
Nor am I a muse.
My mind full of knowledge and words I cant use.
How I long to inspire the poet in you,
and prove to you writing is just something I do.
But I struggle and ponder just why is it that I
feel that using that title would be kin to a lie?

I seek and I scramble for words that aren't there,
till I'm blue in the face and I'm pulling out hair.
I know there's a word that I wanted to use,
and I think that I thought it but after review,
to decide to seduce you with words you cant see
would be rather disdainful and callous of me.

I desire to arm you in a literal sense.
Instigate composition,
at my wisdom's expense.
My vast recollections and grammatical airs,
ineffectually futile like falling upstairs.
Ironically helping is all that I wish.
Yet I cant seem to exclude these thoughts and dismiss
the fact that I am not a writer,
nor am I a muse.
The words simply taunt me,
and end up misused.

I'd like to put you into my pocket

and take you everywhere that I'd go

And know

That you would be my rabbits foot

my horseshoe,

my three leaf clover.

I'd like to sit you upon my shoulder

and tilt my head to better hear your words of wisdom.

I'd like to have you near

to hear

the words that I can not share with anyone 

other than you.

I'd like to pick you 

like the beautiful flower youve never seen yourself as

Full blossom

Radiant colors

Your petals like the softest silk upon my hands

and

your scent.

Your scent 

Nothing less than infusing your soul upon my being

with every inhalation.

I'd like.

To hold.

Your hand.

inside my pocket.

Hear your whisper in my ear.

And breath in your unforgettable scent. 

7/03/2011 G.R.B

You are my suicide,
You are the straw that broke the camels back,
the stone that brought this glass house to its demise.
You realize, you aid my self destructive side
your claim of never ending love a cheap thrill ride.
Appetizingly, deliciously, surprisingly high.
Agonizingly unbalanced, teetering  upon the edge of sanity.
Your vanity betrays you.
What I do for you betrays who,
or even what I am.
You are what you make yourself to be.
I, am what you make of me, when you take of me
bit by bit devouring the pieces that you break of me
and leave me with the nothing that I am.
Your so called love your real demand.
My one and only, overdosing helping hand.
{The Deviation}

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The temptation of you is disastrous.
The you that is magnificently illuminated by your smile
and all the while i break my own heart every time that i do not approach you.
The you whose warmth radiates and singes my skin,
scaring and permanently digging in.
The you whose personality can entice me to new levels of perception.
Unwittingly,
the you who invites me with your eyes,
and yet you realize how close I've come to self infliction,
a true addiction, a danger and yet a craving all in one.
And so its done.
Refuse the perfect fit, or yet another split?
Too much to lose,
too hard to choose
too long to mend two pieces of a broken heart...again.

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