A Path

Cold metal, my skin hit by autumn rains,
Warrior in stature but lacking his emptiness,
My weapons are unseen being those of the mind,
But the trap of me damages most of all,
Yet it is reserved for those who care most.
I am a burden that no one should have,
Weight undeserved upon the pack,
Tickling and chatter mask my core,
Entrenched between expectation and reality,
And all they see is supposed growth.
Am I a plant to be watered and harvested,
Or simply being tricked out of nature,
Do I pose a threat to the beliefs of others,
In possession of something unattainable,
Should I self orient or be directed by not I?

Babe

i intentionally subconsciously miss my cue,
babe, i love you more than life itself,
because i have never felt more alive!
honey, my sweet little lamb, my dear,

Dost thou have reciprocal love for me?
I feel it everyday, my sweet Teresa!
Every moment I am without you,
I wish you were here
You give my life happiness,
of the kind i've never felt......
you have drawn the strength from me
Strength that i knew i had, but never gave

My dear little lamb,
You are so simple and easy
but yet, you are complex and intriguing

In almost tears, i wish i can just be with you
my dearest sweet teresa, if you only knew
the love i have in store for you!

My babe,

My Dear Little Lamb

My dear little lamb why do you graze where you do?
The hill you feed on is one of inherent contradiction.
Is that grass neutritious for you? Keeps you grounded?
I can't eat that grass my dear little lamb for its poison.

My dear little lamb why do you migrate the way you do?
Your hill is steep and unforgiving, its no home for you.
Do you need to keep a connexion with ridged things, dear?
The cliffs will certainly kill me shall I fall off your hill.

My dear little lamb why do you speak that tone as you do?
Its alienating and oppressive, although your not aware.
Does it keep you from Being vulnerable as you wish to be?
There can be no love between us if this persists always.

My dear little lamb can we meet in the valley sometime?
The hills are preventing us from blossoming beautifully.
We both belong to death, so why can't we enjoy life?
And have this short time to feel what it is to be.