We may Sink.
We may choose
To walk on muddy works

Of choice of our design
Of foot step then upon to us
The foolish path to be

To find us fall in line
With inch and huberis

The easy road
On bridge of backs


And dance to others chimes

But fear can never dictate all
It has no power so

So find us left to no regard
For hate it does burn slow

To self and all that do surround.
And you the least of all so mad

I would so let it go


So laugh at him the emperor
The fool of many skins
The one who owns so much
But never of his sins




And do not sink, no more my friend
The earth will have it's end

Owning of its steedy legs,
Reliable and sure
with length
And breth and gait
It's cleansing fire pure


So malleable are we
And reslient is the cause to wail
At all of misery

Us the fraught and faulty free
The ones who rail against
The lies
We nought to ever be

Ya right
You did it again
Messed it all up
I don't know where to begin

he can’t stand me in the daytime
then with the sunset so does his fight
and i see the sadness
in his eyes
that along with mine
elopes to pause time
hoping to intertwine  
yeses and nos in our minds
back and forth
swinging like see saws
south and north
sing me to sleep
with your arms
till the grip of your palms
lets me in peace
rest
like i so often
dream

-end

He looked like heaven
And smelled like spring turning into summer
And maybe you left because you knew you didn't belong there
Maybe you know your place in the realm of the dead,
You certainly have the ambition to get there
And it feels too much like home, so much so that
You know that you could explore every corner of the universe with him
And never find anywhere like here.
Although the city keeps you up at night,
The sound of people weeping and gnashing their teeth in the streets
You throw yourself into the fire
"Burn me!" You cry, and you are burned.
"Cleanse me!" You wail, and you are made blind
Because there is not way for you to unsee what you have seen,
Except maybe forgetting what the world looks like
Plunged into eternal darkness
With only the scorching, dry heat of the flame
The sound of pain outside your window
And the ghost of the smell of spring turning into summer.
Tell me that you detest the memory of his eyes,
Tell me you do not cling to them like a lifeline.
He is roses and quick fingers.
He is bright eyes and a sharp smile.
He is the scent of spring turning into summer
He is heaven but this is home.

We travel the same paths every day,
usually the same paths, the same way.
The same paths between our homes and
wherever we regularly might have to go.
We know them, or rather, maybe, it is
our feet that do, because if you asked me the way
I’d tell you a series of here’s and there’s. I’d tell you
I remember to turn left at that light, because
if you don’t you’ll have to pass the house
that fooled me for a month, feeding me
steak for dinner and inviting me back
to fall asleep on red satin sheets. I’d mention
how I’ve thrown up at that gas stop, and
how it was my soulmate who first took me
to the dive bar we just passed, which means
you should left again when you see a tall, lonely tree.
I’d tell you then that when I’m sad, I take
the roads closest to the sea, so I can finish my coffee
or hear the end of a song on the radio.
I might not get you there, in fact I might leave you
more lost than you began. But you’ll find your way.
Wherever we go we have been before,
We can trust in our feet and not lose our way.

The sun is bright, the struggle neverending.
Every step is a fight, every breath a gasp.
My body hurts, my lungs expanding, my heart pounding.

I won't give up, I won't crumble.
When I trip, I push & shove and stand up.
Another step forward, two half-steps back.
I lunge, fall…...stand up again.

I look to the horizon, trying to see the path, the end.
I look ahead, imagining my destination.
I look up, thinking of what can be.

I see a mirage, warmth and peace.
I see a dream, fulfilled and happy.
I see a future, of what can be.

Another lunge, a fall, I rise again.
A step back, two steps forward.
My will, my body, my everything steps into the mirage.

This is my mirage, my dream.
This is my possible future.
I step into my tomorrow, making it reality.

I ran out of breath,
Trying to chase
Happiness.