Happy birthday youngone.
On a straight path happiness lack...

My life is a snail trail of brokenness
where my dreams thirst for company of winds...

I hide behind words
hoping to evade the brokenness mounting in my...

Heart broken and wrecked,
esteem torn and reduced to sadness...

Her body once held beauty,
now lay there...

For my hurt goes beyond
the creation theory...

The enthrallment was alive
man verse god...

With the force of beauty
the waters sparkled as the moonlight bounced on...

Everyday,
hay is made while sun shine...

Roses are red,
violets are blue...

I didn't find the mystical variation of my needs
but still walked past my heartbreaks...

You are my Rainier cherry.
One I long to have for myself...