There is a journey set before me into a fireball that is my soul. Burning beneath my feet, etching words into my fingertips, bleeding into my pen and pouring out before me. I have seen what makes me tick. Gears spinning, creaking, grinding, sparks fly, smoke, hands at work. And now i know the barrier between me and sight, a wall of tears, screams kept prisoner clawing at my insides for release. This deep sadness in the knife letting the pain in but no escape was held by my own hand, Keeping me from a foreign state of mind. A constant calm with smiles intermixed, no longer will frantic cries reach my ears from within my hallways of lunacy housed within my mind.There before me stands, open arms and eyes so deep, yet empty of haunting madness and dry of tears. Heart so vast, waiting for me to come and rest. Hands to hold my own. A voice that utters no lies. A mouth to kiss me in naked truth. This man trembles in vulnerbility, yet a pillar of strength. He looks upon me in warmth as I love You falls from his lips with heartbreaking sincerity. I look upon this boy, this man, this mortal life before me. I have never felt so alive. I love him.

note: this poem was written about my ex (2000). It's a pretty good poem and it was where i was at at time. It's been 3 almost 4 years past. I am now deeply in love and involved with someone else. I left it though. As promised. I am taking you all on my journey. That was a step on my path.

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