As some old fables go,

like the ill-fated serpant,

found in an elder's crop that grew,

so are many of life's "Garden of Eden Apples",

that are bitten,

Although,

prior and unknowingly,

forbidden,

Amazingly enough,

there are stories of my own,

pain, so damn much,

along with sympathy-begging moans,

that never are returned,

So,

I stand alone now,

as I did in the beginning,

and will in my end,

as we all will,

I, alone, will answer, atone,

for all of my decisions,

made from within,

this life I've known,

But I pray that those,

I've failed,

May have it within,

theirselves,

to forgive,

a man who is merely human,

as hard as that seems for some to understand,

I've never intended to hurt anyone,

especially those I love,

nor anyone,

nights contemplated with one bullet,

one gun,

Still I cannot help but focus on love and compassion,

companionship needs passion,

and today is the life we live in,

fucked up rules, laws, morals and other's,

pig-headed opinions,

Directly affect and depict how the only life,

I've been given,

bitter, short, but sweet, 

is supposed to be ended,

So, with GOD in my heart,

Christian beliefs to my core,

MY LORD!!!!!!

C'MON MAN!!

It's YOU! The SON who died for all,

of us,

So that our sins would be forgiven,

I won't believe that you do not condone,

LOVE! The only fruit without bitterness,

handed down from a devine intervention,

Sweet love that some never touch,

never see, feel much less taste,

And the love that is and was vowed,

before your glory,

not once, but in my account twice,

this is my story,

which I am not afraid to say,

But what about the love not vowed,

yet forbidden, forgotten, others throw rocks at,

because of it's mixture,

undertones, and why we ought not,

Putting ink to a pad,

not done quite often,

has me feeling confused and scared,

two things I don't know much of,

or maybe just forgotten

My heart engorged, swollen with new blood,

only created by this "unvowed" love,

palpatating,

still from a close encounter with the forbidden fruit,

Who's appearance is grand,

on the outer shell,

all that glitters is gold and glows,

Cinnamon and sweet,

Curled my toes,

Candy to my tongue,

is sweet to my taste,

but within an angel,

this too is wrong and can't be the case,

despite the real and true feelings,

Her core is shook,

a different mask worn,

defensive perspectives,

each occassion she doesn't know,

Fragile flower,

bloomed in the middle of an open field,

sun shine down,

give her all your attention,

the unknown, unvowed flower,

sprouting ground,

just wanting to see what unfolds,

wild flower,

which is too afraid to bud,

who'd rather stay enclosed,

tightly in a dark and scary place,

where no one would see the beauty unfold,

Yet, I, the sun, tears in my eyes,

wanting this most beautiful flower not to miss,

the most important parts of life,

to just stretch out, endure, open her eyes,

take it all in,

cry, and that's okay,

As long as she's not afraid of change,

and although my hand is outstretched,

I cannot promise her clasp,

to help her growth,

nor can her pedals ensure,

the love I'll never feel,

as the fable goes,

un-ending battle between two natural forces,

I know care about one another,

but that egotistical poison already has entered,

both the sun and the flower's,

beautiful veins,

melloncholly for what could have been but never truely was.