To love The Many
or to love The One?
Depends upon
the target
that you’re aiming for..
and the target aimed for
varies as a function of
who holds the gun.

A desperado
who is shooting for
variety, drama, and spice..
The Many shall
beyond a doubt
entice.
There …

what does it take..
to love
just like a boy again?
it is to
surrender fully..
to a force
that you can barely
comprehend.

no weighing pros
and cons
and no comparing
options..
no calculating
outcomes
and conveniences..
just so you may
optimize the winnings
in your own hand.

that …

If only that you knew
how much I love
my little rose..
why do I love her?

Not because
I am The One
she chose.
Not because she’s
oh.. so.. pretty.
Not because she’s
oh.. so.. smart.
Not because she’s
my most precious
living work of art …

it’s bittersweet,
but I’ll admit it..
I got my ticket,
finally,
to board the train..
bound
for a destination
far far far away.
The One
for which
so many times
I bargained
with The Devil..
and to God
I prayed.

And what is it
that I feel now …

can this be real..
a love that manifests
just as it once was
revealed to me..
within a dream.
just as God’s whispers
have foretold..
my path to you
was found
through no
coincidence..
I merely followed
the trajectory
that crooked fates
have showed.

this humble hermit
documented
every …

I may not truly be
a psycho killer..
but at the very least
I am a psychological
thriller.

It takes a certain
neurospicy
flavor of brave..
to put
the whole extent
of all your ugliness
on public display.

some of it
I have exaggerated,
indeed..
the rest of it
is …

I mean, come on..
what did I really
expect?
falling in love..
with the most evil
little succubus..
that I have ever met.

her wickedness
is quite the match
even for me.
my Crimson Witch
packeth The Fire
to burn down
whole villages
by Crimson King’s
decree.

she also …

all that I’ve ever loved
I’ve learned to hate.
am I beyond His saving?
maybe I am, indeed.
perhaps it is too late.

I no longer care at all
what people think.
I spit vulgarities
non-stop..
I smoke. I drink.
I push my maidens
and my muses
purposefully …

again,
in my uncertain hour
I am left alone
with God.
pondering
the very same and tired
old conundrum..
where have our choices
gotten us.

the freedom
He bestowed upon us
has been our
greatest blessing
and our
wickedest curse..
the blessing
and the curse
to choose.
the freedom
to …

You may lead
your winning pony
straight to water..
but compel her will
to quench
her mighty thirst
upon it..
you may not.

To stake one’s fortune
desperately
on the whim of others..
once used to be,
but now no longer is
my humble lot.

For, I have learned …