Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.

With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
“****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

I teach her to paint flowers.
I play cards with her.
I wheel her outside in her wheelchair.
In the warm, sunny air.
I show her I care.
While my dear mother in Heaven
looks down and smiles.
I smile too.
And then.
Shed a tear.

Let me sit here
and let life go by me
and finally I'll be forgotten
left to be ash on the side of the road
stepped on like I always was
no value, no worth
no one to care
so end this, please
let go and forget
Why wouldn't you give up on me?
I'm just a rock in your way
so kick me to the side
and go away
before I ruin everything
like I always do

The curtain in the corner

The pattern on the curtain

The texture of the pattern

It says a lot about my pains.

As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun
   I trembled with doubt for my beliefs.
   I wished I knew hidden truths gods are
   privy to and I'll die in ignorance again.
Once more I claw beneath dignity in
search of a captain's beauty with wild
hair and a member of my church.
What will come of our bent knees?

Just message me?

I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.

Let the emotions
Bleed from
Your heart
Inflamed
By the pain
Of separation
Let it bleed
And it
Will heal

wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it

So many I've written about
Many more to see

So little written about me
Much more I'd rather be

So many I've thought about
All the differences I see

if you can be a strength
to your family and friends,
so can you to yourself.

a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me

Fly me to a place
where
You and I
can be
one