He's Innocent !

He played with the instruments
The tools given to him by God
Rock ! Paper ! Scissors ! ....

Time wasted
Trying to understand the rock
He is ...
Mighty as mountains
But in the midst of 4 walls he crumbles
And smears his rock On this piece of paper !
This paper :
The indestructible sheet of love kissed by the signature of God's right thumb ....


He collected specimens , some of which he adored
 Played a game of explore
They loved him ....
 The teacher that inspired
But they couldn't see
 that this teacher only did this ..
Used this to find him ...
 And to distract him from the fire that gnaws at the peace within

 He is innocent !
For he knew not the purpose of the rock
Or the function of the paper

He knew not that as a rock he is greater than the beauty in physical state ...
Lack of this nurtured a testing untrusting mind that projected the invitation ....and your acceptance only disappointed him

 he too longs for someone that sees his tears in his caves hidden
Tears icicled by anger
This man ....cannot understand his instruments if he finds that he cannot be understood
So he is constantly fashioning different ways to draw you nearer ...
 But you stop to admire the fox gloves that scent his hair or the lavender and pomegranates on his lips


I beg of you forgive him
He is innocent


Forgive him if he crumbles before you meet the summit of conversations or therapeutic exercises disguised in trying to figure out his " blank expressions"

Forgive him if he writes love letters on the purest of his mind's flesh and presents you with the ghost of it ... And suddenly his sweet persona vanishes ...




Understand it was never intentional for him to love, leave or hurt you.


He is innocent ...... An innocent murderer

His tongue
The best crafted scissors of the land
Intended to clip and trim and precisely remove
Doubt from strong willed minds
Or shape the soul of another with the truth
Or trim the opinions of others from ur dreams so that you may see yourself .... Beautifully reflected in the image of your maker

But instead
He clipped reality ..from your fantasies
Shaped your world ... And stripped it into minute dots


He is .....
A boy searching for a love and ur love was only the shoulder for him to find true love within himself ....

A man ... Struggling ..Scared ...and of sharpened senses
Always testing . Trying to detect the lies of true love .. The imperfections of its seeming perfection ...

This prince is a frog
Leaping from pod to pod
Leaping from lover to lust to deceit to ascension , to Descension , to love , to true love , to true love ,
And nothing seems pure or stable enough
Scared that the pod that holds him will tear
And jumping continuously increases the fear
So he jumps from true love suspecting it to soon run sour. .. Pray not he slips on to the pod of karma that will only take him across the " rivers styx" ...
There is no way you can find peace in trying to figure out this game of leap frog ....
His grief is greener than his skin !

So . To his supposed victims
I plead with you.. Forgive him...for

He is innocent ......just an innocent murderer