Bittersweet, get me going.
                     hold your breath over my neck,
      
                             it really

         lets me go,

                         twists my tongue.
Talk to me
                  like an angel
but,
                                
                         touch me                
like a convict.
 
                        disrespect me,

              neglect me,
abuse me,

but,
              with a voice I can't refuse.

Bittersweet, like a rose infused.


Bittersweet, keep me going.

        my heart
flutters and flails when I hear you in my ear.
      
      Whisper me *******

but,                
                       ***** me

like a ******.

                    ****** me,

             reduce me,
fool me, 
            but  Bittersweet,                      
        ­            make me feel *****.
Like you're in school
         and I am turning thirty.

....And the oppressors, and the oppressed,
  
will link arms
            
                and Storm down heavens' door,

And ask

      ..... what have you done?

How dare you force me
into your
empty worshipping
media centered
white collar suburban world

If your wallet comes with
boundless restrictions, empty and meaningless
I will set fire to your commerce
green burning red, then white, then blue

Your world was once this way
but like all things
this place is not the same
what you see has left
and what remains becomes
what I see

You tied my shoes
but
refuse to let me walk
I sneak steps
when you're not around

Yet still
feet grow restless
potential forward motion builds
builds a house of possibilities
A house far away from here

Shoes tied and ready
the dull tread becomes routine
exactly as you planned

Heaven forbid I veer to the left
heaven forbid I take off running
Running away from your green world
The world I have to run away from
The world I will spend the rest of my days running from
Your world
Gone to me
You have a choice.

Let go, or be dragged.