I can't help

Falling in love

With you

Every day

Of my life.

Your smile

And your laugh

Making the days

Brighter

Than ever before.

Hand in hand,

We'll take on

The world,

Ready for whatever

Is ahead of us.

Because, with you

At my side,

I can do

Anything

That's impossible.

Ghandi got it

and made India new. 

We also see traces

within many races

of the ideas

attributed to

Lao-Tzu. 

This may seem 

ancient mystery

but please allow

a tiny pause to

enjoy the 

relevance of  

Tao to now

and recent history. 

Lesson one:

Yield and overcome. 

How we wish it were true. 

Lesson two:

Empty and become full

Ask the starving masses

If it's yet the rule. 

Lesson three:

Bend and become straight

Resilience is always great. 

These rules are 

the natural way of fate

and man's laws 

only obstacles make. 

Western philosophy's retort

is that nature's way

is nasty, brutish and short. 

Right now I'm 

somewhere in between. 

But, wouldn't 

it be nice to live 

Ghandi's dream?

She looked at him with teary eyes, 

But all she could see was his pathetic lies. 

Her heart, slowly and painfully broke into pieces,

with each intake of breathe.

Knowing that he 'almost' loved her,

And that she would certainly die for him.

The tugging at

my heart,

Harder than before,

Like someone had

Punched,

Kicked,

Shot and

Stabbed it.

Seeing you with another,

Something that I can't stand

But I keep a smile on my face

Every time you hold her hand

Every time you tell her how beautiful she is.

No matter how strong the pain,

No matter how much I want to cry,

I will smile

I will stay by your side,

Like nothing is wrong.

The world will go on,

Oblivious to my heartbreak

I will watch you and her

You with her

Smiling,

Crying on the inside

Slowly falling apart

But still I will smile for you

You won't ever know

How I feel

I won't be able to take your rejection

You'll just give up on me anyways

I'm not like her

I'm not as pretty

I'm not as lovely

We would never have worked out

But I still cry at night

I still think of you

You and me,

You with me.

I'm losing my mind

I'm breaking

But you will never see it

I'll still wear that smile on my face.

I am at odds with the universe

The stars are sprawled in front of me yet I am not allowed to touch

I am a comet stuck in your orbit

unable to escape just close enough to see the brightness you exude

You are an entire galaxy on your own, an entire section of the universe that runs by itself

And god if I could compare what I feel for you it would be the light of all the the stars in the sky

while my previous perceptions of love have have been but the glow of a city in the midst of night

And who could compare the twinkling lights of a city to the infinite lights of the cosmos

but I'm afraid that doesn't matter

those stars do not shine for me

Singleness

Why should I be worth something if theres no one to love me?

No wait stop

Your value is not based on the love of another person

You are worth something

and self love is not selfish

Let you define yourself

I.
My mother always told me the stories
of gods and mortals
She warned me of their selfishness and how they would only bring ruin,
But she never told me how

II.
He was the rising sun over my lands
I fell for the brightness of his smile
and the nimbleness of his feet
and the way my name came tumbling out of those lips

III.
The first time I kissed him he was hard and unmoving
He couldn’t look at me as I drew back
I ached when he left

IV.
The first time I lay with him it was as if the planets had finally alligned
Every breath was a lungful of stardust 
and every caress was the creation of galaxies

V.
The war had changed him
It was easy enough to see
His every touch was heavy
and weighed down by the hopes of thousands of men
I could see the blood of many staining him yet I could only do nothing

VI.
Taking his place was my choice
His pride was as big as any gods but I would not let it be his downfall

VII.
I was soaring over the heads of the enemies
Slashing, stabbing into anything near me
I watched in horror has Hector’s sword cut through me,
my blood spilling out like the many truths I had wished to tell him
Truths that he would never hear

VIII.
“Gods are dangerous” my mother had warned me 
But she never warned me of their smile
or their laugh
or the way their very presence felt like ambrosia 
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway
We were always destined to be