"when I think of you
my body is still here
but my Spirit floats..."

Your love makes this dead heart beat again. Words can't express how grateful I am. You don't know how long its been. Since Ive felt less like a zombie and more human. Less like a plastic smile. More transparent. I can put the rifle down and unlock the door, be less guarded, less insecure. I don't have to wear a mask or filter; only be a self portrait; a reflection of myself. You see me for me. More transparent. Less concrete and more soul. Even if I am but skeleton branches barely clothed in leaves; you accept me for me. Scars and all my faults. My empty apologies, past regrets. My nightmares. But most importantly all my dreams. My transparency. The bareroots of my tree. For that I will always love you, always in the way you love me; completely.

Let me tell you about how I run
There are a couple of ways but none of them are fun.

There's a "move the **** out of my way" kind of run
Shot at by some man with a gun
Running over old ladies and children
To get the hell out and save my own skin
Kind of run...

And there's the "cliche blonde running through my head all day"
Where I don't get exercise, but she seems to sweat away
The pounds of brains until I'm dumbfoundedly dumb
And I find myself passed out on the couch with a bottle of ***
And a headache that makes me want to blow my brains out
Cause I can't get some Aspirin and a good woman to ******* out
Kind of run...

And there's the angsty little man that runs from home
Fighting his abusive dad and his best friend "hormone"
When he gets a kick in the nuts named reality
and a left hook to the face named puberty
by Mike Tyson riding a bison
Who leans over and whispers "you lost the fight son"
Kind of run...

Then there are the times when I run my fingers over the typewriter
Making more mistakes than a single stared wasted waiter
Running my imagination that nobody wants to hear on a page
A ******* that nobody will ever notice on stage
Lost in cut out hearts and origami cranes
and on washed out newspapers on old broken trains
kind of run...

However, there is a time when I actually get off my *** to run
But It hurts cause I'm a beached walrus with my *** in the sun
Flopping on land and trying to swim through concrete
Unable to see that I have 2 feet
cause there are 2 feet of fat that is constricting my view
Of who I am and what I'm really able to do
Kind of run...


And this is the part of the poem when I run away to Spain
Clearly, I can’t run that far so I guess I’ll take a plane
And I’ll bring the beautiful blonde with me in a first class spa
And I’ll walk into Spain saying “Su casa es mi Casa
But it will never be the other way around
Cause if I see you on my property you’ll be six feet underground
Kind of run...

When I think about you,
You just smile in my head.
When you say, “I love you,”
I smile and maybe blush a little.
I think that love is so define
Once you have love there’s no way to push away.
I think that you’re my life,
My love,
The one for me.
When I see you,
All I want is to be with you.
When someone watches,
I just want to be alone with you.
Why is love so divine in our hearts?
Why do we think that love is everything?
Love can bring people together,
And can take people away.
And for everyone lost there’s someone to replace.
Love is the truth,
Love is the lies.
So what is love?
And why is it here?
And love is so divine

A young heart,
like a fresh wound,
hurts more, when exposed
to the world of sour tongues,
bitter eyes and bland brains

A young heart, hurts
like a healing wound
that stretches to
the demands of life

There's no home,
when you are down
There's no home,
even when you are up

-Kaya

You are so much more
invested in
domesticated
or non-domesticated
furry friends
then Syrian refugees
who look more
like you and me.

You are so much more
invested in
a piece of multi-colored cloth
that ***** in the wind
a symbol
of an idea
that has not been
fulfilled
then the victims of
drone bombings.

You are so much more
invested in
a barely ancient book
then women’s rights.

You are so much more
invested in
police authority
then those oppressed
for centuries,
those brutalized
incarcerated,
demonized,
enslaved,
and murdered.

You are so much more
invested in
sports and reality shows
then education
and the pursuit of truth.

And here is what
your investments
netted you
apathy, violence,
greed, destruction,
pain, suffering
terror, and the dividends
are still pouring in.