robert vaughn.

he's walking down the road
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.

the faceless walked amongst the crowd
trying to break the normality of silence with sound.

profound reactions of misunderstanding:
the dress code to be accepted is so demanding.
the pressure to stand out is so outstanding,
the coolness of the foolish require constant fanning.

but there he is again,

walking up the street
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.

a reminder of unimportance is his cellphone:
checking twice for reassurance of his feeling alone.

into the woods he goes, drawing inspiration
from cardboard, tape, a pen,
and his mind racing.

where is the love for the lost and lonely?
his eyes show signs of suicide's serenity.

no friends, uncomfortable in his own skin,
holding on to the hope that keeps him going..

down the same road,
up the same street,
trying to see the autumn leaves
graze the paved ground and dance in the breeze.

Goodbye

A chance isn’t an option
if an opportunity isn’t available,
so I never stood a chance.
For we only say goodbye.

My tears have dried,
yet the pain, unlike the sun,
will never subside.

I question the feeling
of love when it’s left to die;
I’ve been left lonely
as the troubles of life rise.

The fire burns inside
for a companion, a friendship,
so much like you and I.

Is this the way the judges of love
leave me trailed?
With tribulations of elation
when you arrive?

For we only say goodbye.

And it hurts too much inside,
since a love like ours
is so hard to find…

Yet we only say goodbye.

I Miss You

I miss you too much.

Thoughts filled with everything that deals with you.
I have so much I want to do with you.

Just listening to your voice
fills me with faith and humility.

Shy at first
since your smile blinds at first
sight.
I noticed at first glance,
for the first chance for love is
shunned upon, filling many with green envy as
shrubs.

I miss you too much.

The touch, the taste of your lips,
increases the rush
of adrenaline.
My love sickness now has medicine,
the source of my depression
is no longer abundant.

See, you are my sun
and I have the sunrise as my lifeline.
No need for me to call it,
for you still are on the rise.
When I wake up,
I dream that you are on my mind.

And it’s true.

I miss you.

No longer misuse
the love that came to to me….
for you’re all I see.
and if I turned blind,
you’re the only thing I’d see.

I miss you too much,
and hope you miss me…

Waters of Life

I love the waters of life.

When in a relationship, it seems that’s all that exists.
Endless tossing and turning
throughout nights and days,
filled with no way to quicken the pace of exploration.
No patience for resolution is a thing long forgotten.
Ironic, for the scene presented
is the lesson the sea supposedly teaches.

I love the waters of life.

I was taught with its crashing down upon me
the trueness of my liaison’s mystery:
experience is for me.
Disguised beneath the shallowness of the oceans
was my affectionate mentality.
The opportunity of intimacy brought to my eyes insight
of your insatiability:
you were not meant for me.
Our anchor was heaved overboard so abruptly,
our relationship jerked and threw you out to the deep.
Regret faded into the water as the sun
and these waters, though separated,
still remain as one.

I love the waters of life...
for these waters unite.

ABC's

Anticipating the arrival of my angel:
beautifully
created in every
detail.

Euphoric for our encounter is ecstasy but
farewells are filled with fear and frighten me.

Gorgeous, you’ve grown in gracefulness,
hold my heart, and
instill interest.

Justified jubilance
keeps kindling my kindness, my

LOVE.

My memories molded me and my
notions are near and never noticed.

Open an opportunity for the ocean of
perfection to pour in and polish the
questions
remaining and relating to a relationship.

Sadly, the saying
‘trust me’ is too typical to think true,
unknowing of its underlying
value.

While I wait, wondering what will and won’t be,
xenially
yearning for your heart
zealously …

I think of you and I…
my ABCs.

Even Now

Fell in love at first sight of the hole you were wedged in…
and I continue an attempt to escape even now.

Falling is natural but your love is beyond the skies
with an influence as powerful as the right hand of God…
for the immobile state I was in, I wished to remain in…
with you.

Stepped in the large crater of affection and
spilled all my emotion to try and replace the pain again,
that which you and I both have been in.

Yet, what rose from the gravel
was a frightened shadow of myself…
determined to prove the opposite
of what was legitimate.

Equipped with the Sword of Doubt,
my shadow impaled simplicity with unpredictability.
Our Trust was lacerated, and our Love evaporated.

Seems you made it out ok…

But I remain in the darkness with Pain.

I’m bound,
bound by the tendencies
of past relationships and inconsistencies…
and continue an attempt to escape even now.

From Night One to Night Two (I Can't Leave You)

Night One:

Today, I’ve attempted to rid the love of my life.
Although I vowed in the beginning to never let doubt
affect my everlasting love for you,
I seemed to have become too dependent on you.

With silent tears drifting amidst spring winds
and an agonizing chest pain contained within,
I boldly refused to give you all of my love…
which already agitates and remains as indecision.

The only instance in which I felt you were absent in both sound and sight:
a divine guide provided a sign causing me to turn deaf and blind.
In this silence and darkness,
I felt happiness unlike any other I’ve known…
and relapsed to reality the following moment.

Day One:

I began wondering why their lies a difference
between happiness and reality…
should there be?
Having a façade of complacency in a friendship is…
selfish…
and sadly, I realize that’s what I’ve come to be.
I possessed a feeling of obligation to
progress my independence emotionally;
I took your love for granted...again.
Subtle depression sunk underneath my skin,
and the need for forgiveness still seems out of the question.

Night Two:

I just want to say sorry…
for not being a friend.