the currency of the mind.
In my eyes
the flaws are what drive me crazy,
to me the true beauty of a woman is her flaws,
what distinguishes her from the next.
Every man desires a beautiful woman
but no man desires a flawless woman.
And when you find that woman and fall in love with her flaws,
you have then found a flawless woman.
Imperfection is everyones most brutally beautiful feature.
So thank you,
for being perfect,
not for the world,
but perfect for me
Some fools are born, conditioned by fate,
And they, like all, still procreate.
All useful knowledge flees their minds,
As selfish life fulfills these swines.
And while they swing and cheat for joys,
The watchful eyes of their little boys
Do take a look at what they see,
And what they see is “A bigger me.”
Their little girls, in company of dolls,
On occasion, foresee what befalls
Upon them, too, as they soon explore,
An impending battle of love and war.
But then, there exists that little kid,
Whose sex and gender shall remain amid
A cloud of irrelevance and mystery:
Their wisdom calls most urgently.
As this kid sees a life unravel
Along Lacanian stages of travel,
Concerned are they with the fuss and mess,
Which most adults do not confess
To what they cause and what they bring,
Most taken in by their offspring;
And as one parent lacks all the care,
The other lives a life unfair.
In times of chaos and audacious cuss,
Dear vengeful killer, Oedipus,
Consumes all facets of the mind
Of the little kid who must confine
All pain, and hatred, and all rage,
Enough to place one in a cage,
And leave one there to squirm and rot,
Like a lobster boiling in a pot,
And free the bird whose wings to fly
Have been broken off, now left to die,
In part, by diabolical norms
That invade a home in all shapes and forms.
But, the kid looks up at the two,
Then whispers quietly, “I’m neither of you;
Not the blinded one, who feels must reign;
Nor the obliged one, too tied to pain."
Nor does the kid ever dare to be
A product passed politically:
Ingrained in mind, in heart, and soul
A subordinate being in a bowl,
That turns, and turns, and turns, and turns
While greedy capitalists more they yearn.
Within this cycle is little choice,
Hetero-normatively sans a screaming voice,
For a true language for some not made;
Virile chest-pounds place a shade
Upon the stronger ones deprived
Appraisal for their stronger minds.
The kid, all this, can’t take to be,
As what they see they wish not to see.
In this unbalanced Yin and Yang,
The kid’s perception hits a bang:
“The power lies within the one,
Who mostly governs with a gun;
And how can a human hurt their double,
When love and passion are lesser trouble?"
A fitting sex the kid can't choose,
As in every win, each sex does lose.
But slowly, as they come to be,
The kid, society directs to see,
That to just one sex they must belong,
As 'genitalia proves feelings wrong.'
This funny theory most credits Freud.
By collective viewpoints the kid’s annoyed:
'No good is said, no good is done',
For those who are all, but yet are none.
Great gender points makes Butler de Judith
While her female likes are out to proveth,
That she is wrong within her stance
‘Only female unity will give rise to chance'
To an inclusion of the female word,
And one that’s First, not Second or Third.
The opposite, still out to bend
The rules and laws, all to pretend
That the other sex does not exist
Because swollen egos must persist
In rule, in art, in build, and biz:
'Fields where opposites lack all wiz.'
The kid, in this silly world of theirs,
Looks at all the foolish heirs
Who bounce and shoot this gendered ball,
While the kid stands back and laughs at all.
If you only knew how really fucked up the world is
And how you are enslaved
You would blush in shame upon reading
The love poems you present as real!
Like being in the showers at Auswitz
And smiling at the one passing out the soap
(Made from your mother!)
You are like the ducks moving across the shooting range
At the Arcade!
Going GAGA over Joey sucking your nipples
That his heads been blown off!
This is only possible for the living
And it's purpose is to nurture life
if i ever have a baby girl
i'll carry her until my arms are sore and even after that,
wrapped in blankets made of blue skies and summer sunshine,
the kind that warms her core until she is nothing but sunshine, too.
i'll whisper until my voice is gone and even after that
"you are enough for me, baby. always will be,
always will be"
it'll be the first thing she hears, before another whisper
can reach her tired eyes
momma's voice will be the memory she falls asleep to,
the never-ending lullaby that whispered
"don't you forget it, baby. you are meant to stay"
i'll make soap out of my love and care and bathe her each night in
a bottle full of each, until she is lathered in whispers that
tell her she is wanted,
she is whole,
she has the world condensed in her infantile fist,
she will always be enough.
i'll line the bottles of soaps and shampoos on the edge of the tub
and cleanse her with each one,
i want the first thing she remembers
to be the pretty pastel liquids that made her feel so clean.
if i ever raise a baby girl
and she forgets how each soap felt smoothed across her baby skin,
if she ever feels dried up,
i'll make a lotion out of the earth and rub it on her back
in circles, in whispers, i'd tell her:
"i made this from the soil, baby. i took it from the garden and made this for you.
you are a flower, not a weed. you swell like the sea,
you are an ocean, baby. you will never dry up no
matter how warm it gets."
if i ever raise a baby girl
and i hear her crying in her bedroom
in the almost silent way that she hopes
no one can hear,
i'll knit a quilt from the sky and swaddle
her in the daylight.
if i ever see her mimic the parallel lines on her momma's wrists
i will make peroxide from the midnight wind and sterilize her wounds
with a letter i wrote on the day she was born.
"you are too important to tear yourself down, baby.
the stars did not collide to make you insignificant,
there is a reason you exist and place for you to stay
and you don't need to look for it because
it is here, it is here, it is here"
i'd clean her heart while it beat in time to my mine,
i would whisper in her ears until my throat closed up and even after that, too.
i'd tell her "there was a noise loud enough to create the earth and moon
and it created me and it created you and you cannot forget that,
you cannot rip yourself apart, baby. the stars collided for you.
they broke apart so you didn't have to"
if i ever had a baby girl
i'd tell her all the things my momma never told me
and i'd pray to the sun that let her blossom
and to the stars that died for her, too,
that she'd believe every whisper.
I have become so lost in the loneliness,
so wrapped up in the relevant routines of solitude,
that I would give anything to go back
to what was familiar
even if that includes being by your side once more.
Maybe next week I'll feel different,
but it doesn't matter.
This sense of wanting to find love will repeat itself
over and over and over.
When I was your man,
things actually made sense.
I noticed the trees changing the colors of their leaves,
and how the coffee today tasted differently than yesterday,
only because you did.
Now I never take pride in noticing the little things
because I have no one to share them with.
I have no one to lay out on the grass with in silence
no one to hold my arm in theirs on a long lonely drive.
Now empty pages and empty bottles clutter around my bed
I'm hoping one of them will keep me from waking up someday.
Because I don't want to brace myself for the impact of a life lived in solitude.
I don't want to miss your warm hands or the light breeze of your breath
or my fingers slowly tracing through your hair.
I don't want to live a life without knowing
what it feels like to lay next to someone for an entire night
more closely and more intimately than I've ever known.
I don't want to miss being able to carry you up the stairs
when you're too tired to do so on your own.
At least I knew some of that with you.
But now you're gone
and my heart sinks lower into my chest.
I fear that one day it will disappear completely.
Something's been missing in me since you left
and I fear that I will never get it back.
A bed of roses fall on to the sheets
from your ordinary mouth,
Flashing champagne pearls of desire
in your wanting grin,
I find romance laced in your rough discarding of
my fabric shrouds and insecurities.
understanding delicate gestures of sentiments
in your wide sweeping lusty eyes
hoards of passion described
in your grabbing of my soft flesh to hardening
deducing wondrous compliments
tangled with pert nuances in your hardness
Finding warmth and comfort wrapped
In your loving vice locked in your eyes,
I find your soul sprouting words of ardorous poetry
in the soft languages of our making love.
I got a fucked up life
I'm sorry god
This wouldn't be happening
Offended you somehow!
I never should have thought up
TOWER OF BABEL
I AM SO SORRY
And now I sit here babbling !
I know that I shall never find Love
Send around one of them crazy high school babes
So I can at least get laid!
Thanks OLD FELLA
I'd sure appreciate it
behind the clouds
willing and waiting.
on the beach
gracing the sand,
steady and warm.
She was reluctant
struck by her love
and afraid to say it.
He was reluctant
hurt by past love
and afraid to jump in.
She was wet eyes
and open ears
fragile but resilient.
He was a strong face
and a scarred mind
strong but misunderstood.
She was green eyes
iridescent in the daytime
twinkling in the night.
He was green eyes
hiding in the daytime
opening in the night.
She was deep, endless
ready for anything
He was reserved,
hurt and unsure
We met by chance
and I'm still
trying to figure out
what we are.
Give me time
and we will show them
You once compared yourself
to wine and cheese.
I laughed a lot
and still do.
So I am writing you.
And not directly
because when I do,
it's never good enough.
When you read this,
a fire becomes
and all the stars
will fall inside.
Faith exists within
the realm of
Love is old
between the cracks
in our teeth,
hearts, and minds.
It dried up
and cracked away.
Free from its
The lair of your breath,
the hole in my heart,
when I look in your eyes.
but my wings
Please come back.
Please come back.
Please come back.
I forgive you.
cried myself to sleep for so many nights
knowing you'd never hear my cries
spent so long trying to move on
but my guard always seemed to weaken
you caused a lot of damage and so did i
but the love was so powerful
it made us both so blind
despite all of the distance
i guess i believe in us
i believe we'll find love
where we thought
it all had ended
you are a lifeline
that i always take
because i know
that you'll be here
even when my heart
it starts to ache
i know you'll find me
and mend my hurt
i believe in the impossible
you and i were a perfect fit
even though we always fought
i knew a spark did exist
i will never give up
searching for that
i'm hoping we'll find
our love when
it comes down
to exactly this
we are not perfect
but our hearts fit
like two pieces
i know you
try not to care
but please look
inside your heart
and tell me
the love is here
we just need to find it
and make it all clear
take away those doubts
that drove us apart
of our hearts