There was a time and place where skin color did not matter
Race is only skin deep
It is not a feeling or something that matters
Not black enough
Not white enough
Asking god why no silky straight hair
Asking god why no short ***** curly hair
I am not my hair nor skin color
I am a child that has grown up into a world with labels
Constantly changing who I am by definition
Generations on top of generations are loving each other
Regardless of race
When it is finally time for us
To see the world end and destroy
Love will be love
No matter what race
The word mix wont be in play
Rather just recognized as people

it’s been a while

since i’ve written

because i forgot who i was

and i prefer not to write

as anyone else.

but strange

so strange.

just walking through

the aisles

of a grocery store

and suddenly

i’m no one

and i don’t know why

i’m even here.

in between the bread

and the canned goods

and someone filled the

building with

water

to the ceiling

and i am now swimming

because i guess

that’s what anyone would do.

but i’m always up at night,

now a days at least,

joking about ecology

with the pollenated air

and my lungs feel thick

with sweat and cinnamon

but the silver mooned streets

bleed sounds of angst filled poetry

and something about jazz music

at 4 am after the earthquakes

and bombs crash

so i wonder—

who stole the ribbons from the sky

and why did the earth get warmer

i’m back pedaling through

my no one mind

and when things get lost

they aren’t always found

and i don’t believe i’m even alive sometimes.

through the rattling and the

foggy colors,

grey black and blue --

bar lighting and smokey hues

i'm still searching for the truth

in between every word.

On the surface I am happy.
Its quite the masquerade
I'm the jolly friend, always smiling
To find a way
To veil my true feelings in a shroud of dismay
Because the surface is crumbling
Under the roars of self-hate

My buddy Todd set us up.
Her name, I knew her name:
Isabel Fienne.
I met her outside of Byron's,
drinking a 40 out of a brown bag.
She wore black, black spaghetti strap,
black Memphis skirt, black stockings.
I told her I liked the color of her eyes.
She said her dad just died.
And asked me, "What was your name again?"
I asked her, "How about a little of that drink?"
We spent the night throwing rocks at passing cars,
dodging police, and talking about how
we liked the anonymity of night.

We woke up in an alley.

I whispered the word stockings.
She bit my lip.
We get married the first of June.

I don't care that you left, you know.
All you took was my happiness.


F.Z.**N

I wish I was one of
      Those people
Who has the ability
       To break a heart
So badly they **** a soul
          If I was....
I swear I'd never let someone hurt
      The way I have

I wish I was one of
          Those people
Who could be loved so fully
        Cherished so deeply
      If I was...
I'd return the favor tenfold
      So lovingly
   I'd never let them go
      The way I never was

I wish I was one of
        Those people
Who are worth all the love
      and genuine affection
Someone worth having someone there
             Someone
        That really cares
            If I was....
I'd never take them for
     Granted
The way I always was

I wish I was one of
           Those people
Who have found their true love
      Happiness and joy
Someone who deserves that
        Love and companionship
I wish I could be the other half
         To anothers soul
     If I was....
I'd never let it go