Spiritual Lust

I guess I never really said good bye to you

I just assume you would do the right thing

I never had time to really grieve for my broken heart

since we were pretending to be friends

but never really tried, fucking is a friendly thing to do

but we never really did anything else, we are both at fault.

the tears I have cried about lost love

about rejection about what could have been.

The tears that roll down my face now are

Cleansing me and purging “us” out of my system

I shall forget you and chalk this up to a learning experience

and I know that is a lie, one day you will realize

that I was the one perhaps when you realize

love just isn’t working out for you and you reflex on the good ones

I pray my name comes to your mind since you’ve always

Had a way of making me feel so unimportant in your life.

I wish you the best, I wish you well, I wish you love.

“this was written about a boy I love but just wasn’t ready to love me back. I felt complete with him . I don’t bond with that many people in my life however this one had an all access pass to my heart.”

Full Circle

I was called back home

Perhaps it was to finish the process of grieving

For my mother who died 17 years before

Perhaps it was to complete my life’s journey

I did feel like I was put back on track

With my life after moving back home

A stranger pointed out “you are back on track with your life journey”

Or perhaps it was me coming home to realize

I need to keep on moving forward, keep growing, keep

Reaching and evolving as a human being.

Patience........

I feel like I am living in a glass box

Not really connecting with people nor wanting too

and everybody sees me, knows me or should I say

known’s of me but nobody really knows the real Michael Collier.

So I sit crossed leg like I am meditating and waiting…

Waiting for a boy with a hammer to break through

To save me, love me and protect me and my heart

for what I have would be all for him.

My intuition about people is quick and efficient.

It’s like pulling the trigger on a gun, quick to size up and

judge strangers to see if they are the one.

I always ask myself when looking at somebody

“would he make a great husband” while others

are more concerned about cosmetic things like

promiscuous creates gay men could be.

So I wait,

I am waiting for a gentleman to recognize my

Humanity, my believes, my soul.

Only really felt it once or twice in my life

But I am a patience man.