When I was a teen
I ran into a pond hoping to
drown

When I was in my early teens
two men
nothing to say, but how mean
took something from me
youth and my virginity
not just once
what they did to me
without permission
i became their mission
keeping quiet and without
any admissions
about what they took from me
now older
i now have to deal
with the damage
they did mentally
i cut my wrist
not accidentally
took a hand full of pills
now thinking back
it gives me cold chills
what they took from me
no more
will i ever allow them
to try take my life
from me
no more hoping
to
drown
no more
will they take from me
     !!

In the valley of the sun,
I seek the shrinking shade;
trying to evade the brunt,
of the brutal heat of day.

A palm tree offers little,
their trunks are much too thin;
their fronds are separated,
it lets the sun right in.

Only at an inside mall,
can I find such relief;
too much exposure to old Sol.
can cause a heap of grief.

I don't want no cancer of the skin,
so I slap on the sunscreen thickly;
to remain a healthy human,
I don't like being sickly.

It's too **** hot to go outside,
the heat and sun, of course;
I'm thinking very seriously,
to pack and move...up north.

You are the waking up from a bad dream
The minutes feel like decades in sideways holes
Empty things trying to fill empty things
I'm running out of consciousness
Away from whatever has been chasing me for lifetimes once and time again
But I recognize this imagination
And I bring myself to life
I blink, I fade out, and roll to the side
And feel your arm around me
You are the waking up from a bad dream
And I gawk at the thought of inception
But at least you're here for now

.
In blistering, new dawn,
Out of the smoke of night
Man faced beauty and she,
Hair scented of first spring,
Her eyes of creation, broke,
Faraway and strange, pierced
Stone with lashes of feather,
With fingers of pillowed bed
And vice, dumbfounded, then,
From this day on, innocence
Would both live, all too frail,
Die in its journey to the ocean,
Then, was man by open seas,
Of happiness and soft sorrows,
Elation so become, waves born
Like dream, caress within dream,
She, her eyes, lips, child face,
A singular flower of radiance,
Planted by the fabled lands
Unconquered, unplucked,
Nascent, fertility, waters,
Teeming in the sun, now
God was gazing, longing,
With glint in his eye, yes,
Man to this morn redeemed,
Shall be crazed, blessed more,
Touch nature, know temperance,
Sublime, precious, vernal truth,
Thus, ever be touched himself,
Reborn, in blistering new dawn.