I could tell you the entire truth

And you would hate me for it

Or I can lie to you

(Continue to lie)

Then you would love me

I can ask you which would you choose

I'd choose that you love me

Will you accept my lie

Then lie to yourself it's the truth

Is our love strong enough to accept the lie

Maybe not, Afterall

I didn't think our love was strong enough

To accept the truth

Did you choose a side

Then be careful to adjust your vision

Once a side is chosen

Half of the view becomes cloudy

And the other half

Becomes much too clear

So clear you start to see

Things that aren't there

Excuses for one comes in a flurry

And we are slow to question

Excuses for the other are condemned

And we are quick with our disapproval

Then in your arrogance

Your side must be correct

You couldn't have chose wrong

Maybe you didn't choose wrong

But in your quest to justify your choice

That side that was so clear

Is now just as cloudy as the other

So at the end of it all

What did you really see?

I never feared my people so much

Then when they called for the death

of another

It made me realize that they

could call for my death in the

same manner

Such a thought terrified me

To my core

If i could make them lose

their minds from a few baseless

accusations, a couple scattered lies

One could do the same to me

It made me even more of a Tyrant

So I turned my iron hand

into one of tungsten

So that my people may never

Rise up

No one will do to me

What I've to them

That is how i live my life

In fear

Why are you still laying there

It looks as if you'd awake at any moment

But when I touch your hands

They're cold as stone

Don't worry I'll hold yours in mine

And warm them

As you would do mine

When I'd run in to escape a winter's day

Are my hands warm

I put them by the fire

Yet yours continue to be blue

To think I'll never see your eyes again

I waited by your side

But they remained closed

I guess that was the final page in your book

And from now on it will remain close as well

But i took a few notes

So forgive me if I circle through them

At times

How long have you been dreaming

Isn't it time you awoke

You claim to be awake

But i see your head in the clouds

What is the dream your seeing

That they love you

They're coming back

That things aren't that bad

That you won't break going down this path

Is that dream helping you

Navigate your way through life

Then it's best to wake up soon

Because we know the difference

In being shaken awake

And naturally letting the dream dissipate.

Every Death is a tragedy

Not to me

Every Death cannot be a tragedy to me

Only Death that was unfortunate

And Death that was meaningless

I hope to never give my soldiers a meaningless death

So my people call me heartless

That's fine, because they must be alive to do so

A peasant should never know the trouble's of their king

And I've been troubled for far too long

As long as your sons are home

Your daughters are home

Your wives are home

That's enough for me, I'll be heartless

Because my heart is this city

As long as my heart is safe

As long as your children are able to sing

I'll continue being your heartless king

Our mind, it is the thing that walks by our side through life

At times it can feel like two people sharing the same body

After all our mind is not always good for us

Often it is the thing that brings us harm

But we often poison it as well

With our diet, our drug use, our mind numbing scrolling

It is only right that it feels at war against us

We know what we should do, most of the time

Yet most of the time it goes undone

Allowing our bodily feeling dictate and bully our mind

Our insatiable appetite for a bag, given out of a window

On the side of a building

The tremors in our body that we rush to throw some chemicals in us

To bring brief relief

Our mind endures through it all, but each time it's a bit weaker

Unable to help us navigate our emotions

Thoughts hidden behind a cloud

And our mind like the sun

Unable to peek through it's thick vapor.

"I love You"

Emotions how fleeting they are

How often manipulated by the circumstance, the person, and at times our own delusion

How many Times have you told one that you loved them

Just for that love to dissipate

What a waste of time it all was

Have you ever asked yourself if it was love or lust you had for the person

Is it not love and just familiarity

They are pointless questions the same

Because the former is usually accompanied by the latter

So I hope you never ask it

It will just bring doubt to your mind

And once inside your mind, it's hard to navigate that maze

While in there you can fall deeper in love, out of love, and back in love again

Now how useless was that hour spent

Don't doubt your love, Past, Present, or Future

You had your reasons at the time

Love is Beautiful

Even if the one who received it is regrettable.

Sometimes you can't judge yourself using other's morals. People will say your wrong and maybe you are wrong. But humans are animals just like any other. We just have the ability to recognize and improve ourselves. But any animal gets lost in comfort, after all comfort is comfortable isn't it. So we lose ourselves, we lose our way. But we can navigate our way back.

Except there's no map back, no GPS. But there's no need for one. There is only one path, laid right in front of you, but every step on that path you feel the glass beneath your feet. Like the mermaid, who apparently was only skin deep. The question is will you stand there in comfort.

The pain will help you grow, but it's painful isn't it. You don't have to walk the path, it's your free choice. But one day you may be thrown forward. On that day you will wish you had walked the path and became familiar with the pain. For you I hope such a day will never come.

Maybe that's what they try to teach us, the people who hurt us. The people who yell at us, the one's who instruct us to be disciplined. They try to get us to walk down the path ourselves. Instead of being pulled along the path because as you stood in your comfort you missed the rope wrapped around your waste.

When the rope begins to pull you can't fight it and you can't see who's pulling the rope at the end. Until it's too late and you see the person who pulled the rope was you. A different you, someone who looks like you but you can't face that version of you. Because the pain is too unfamiliar, it is too agonizing. It's hard to make out the silhouette behind the tears in your eyes.

You could've kept your cold breeze. It ruins the sight of the beautiful color on the leaves. The haunted houses that I hate to the core. Where fiends with masks try to make my soul ascend. Though the lights and decorations on houses are quite outstanding. And I love the bright smile on a child's face as they run with their candy, soon to stuff their face. Pumpkin spice latte's drunk by women named Brandy. I took a sip or two and the taste also tickles my fancy. No more shirts and shorts, I have to throw on my sweater, But the comfortable feeling it gives maybe this is better. You ruined my weekends, with all of your sports. From every bar I pass I hear a cheer, I join in of course, pass me a beer. But please hold the snow it's not yet part of the show. And while I hate you October, maybe I love you just a bit more