Text pieces from days past and days to come.

I want in on this, Like water does the seabed Entrance at will, Never leaving.

I'm perhaps tired Of being wrapped up in loneliness Selfishly I'll admit I want your presence, my everlasting ambience.

I want to be an enclave, in your warm embrace Snuggled by a puddle of cuddles, Provided by you.

Ours was of calculated countenances Never expressive. They say the eyes tell it all, All ours had was ayes and nays.

- Pretty please...

Ours was of typos erased, No sentence was of freehand, No expressions came of freewill, Every moment was premeditated.

- Walking the thread, walking dead.

It was a say cheese photograph No smile was just a smile. So now that they say our love is dead, It's ironic to say that of something that never had no life in it.

When she says; No, I really don't want nothing to eat, Buy extra 2 of what you're eating.

When she says it's okay, It's okay to be scared.

When she says it's nothing There's a million words unsaid.

And when she tells you not to worry, He's just a friend.

You're likely just a friend too.

It hits different when the sun falls upon your skin It's not an everyday scene.

There a regalia clouding your poses or maybe it exudes it, royalty.

There's magnet in those lips And I'm getting ionic Chemistry or not, I feel a drawing.

A fine art, Shall we indulge a fine act.

I get tipsy when I think of you Never going to be yours? Never!

There's poetry on your skin There's a lover in me There's when I wouldn't be no more But it will be known.

Eons after I'm gone The only story I ever read, Is the one your body told.

He had blue eyes and envelope brown teeth Skin black and glistening like an oil spill He had not a penny But tons of regrets.

-If not now, then when?

Pale blue eyes housed in a pale skin Beggar by the gate of his own kin Had dreams he should have shot for, But he never made a kill.

For there was procrastination and what will people say, He proceeded with the now clearer phrase:

-if not now, then when?

Make a run for it before you run out of time When you plough with fear you'd harvest regrets, I've seen enough, I don't need to see it all before I take the leap of faith Even if it's ringing in my head - "t's too late"

So as I leap off this train, To catch my dreams, I hope you catch your breath And take a break off the rat race too. For if not now, then when?

We have spaces in our shoes And papers patching, We have feet shaking From bills we can't foot.

-We're aching, we're nude.

We have dreams that whispers, Steady And we have hurdles that scream, Loudly.

-We're trying, it's true.

We have hope We fight to keep it Even when we're losing And our mind is one of such we once lost.

-Every now and then.

We believe in God.

I've seen dusk come and dawn gone. I've been stuck where friends have moved on from.

I've been top for a minute Then at the bottom for as long as it can be to make you shout - you don't mean it!

I've queried His intentions And doubted my faith - occasionally, His existence. Heck sometimes I wanted to curse His name.

But I remain a Christian everyday For God is God anyways And from devil and nature I may take hits.

-Bottomline is; my beliefs will always be.

Elohim never forsakes The lion of the tribe of Judah is never too late God's time is always on time, And if you have questions on that,

- ask Lazarus.