I am they,
The colour of she,
The tones of he,
That sweetness is me,
I am something to be,
Behold and beheld,
Both here and foretold,
Through lyrical folds,
Breaking the now and the olds,
I am drawn,
I am fresh,
I am dream,
I am flesh,
I am specifically special,
I am winning this test,
I will make for the best,
Scrawling, sketching,
Writ etchings,
Harmonies of light,
Mixed with rhapsodies in the dark,
I’m an upstart spark,
Ready to bleed my heart,
With many secret arts,
The most humble of names,
I give myself love,

There is no cross I bear,
It is blissful expression, my near and dear,
A will of my own, strength deep in my bones,
I make movement,
Am reaching outwards in all directions,
True left to true right,
I have faith in myself,
And I free myself,
From you,

I sometimes words,
I sometimes grammar,
Sometimes staccato,
Jazz hands,
Industrial stammer,
Pizzicato knuckles,
Slurred chuckle,

I am abbandono,
I am lilt,
I am full lyrical tilt,
Allegrezza grin,
Melancholy parting shot,
Joining the dots,
In legato hopscotch,

Agitato, a capriccio,
Bent and bowed, crushed crescendo,
Breathe, take a rest,
Find your tempo,
Hold your tone,
Dolcissimo, dissonant,
Delicato but known,

Chimera for the camera,
Reel reality,
Sometimes superposition,
Somewhat supposedly, spooky action at a distance,
Freaky absent up close,
All credibility in the bookcase,
Maze of mise en scène,
Seemingly missing the in-between,
Things.

A new magic,
Colours drawn,
A dawning warmth,
Born of sullen fun,

A place in your heart,
Her best smiling sun,
Measured with sweetness,
Beginnings begun,

I'm always being hit,
With old scripture and grift,
The grandiose stunts and filigree munt,
A bloodless maw, always asking for more,
Painting all as deplorable,
Counting souls,
Staining ceilings, spilling floors,
Moving in shades of beige,
Slaved to a faded,
Aged gait.

It's no secret of the knowing,
That the flight is in the doing,
In movement,
In acts,
In well measured facts,
Found forms of your own,
Bric-a-brac made your home,
Your human heart sewn,
Into tender dreams,
Shouted out,
Deep into night,
Not of light, might or righteousness,
Just a sweet little tune,
That powers your way,
As you wander through the haze,
Of inconsolable days,
You were always this way,

Mark my words, 
Tear them to shreds,
Slivered, gilded and etched,
Stretched out on my sleeve,
Where all to see,

Some writ or some ditty,
Character flaws,
Dumb, dazed, flights of fancy,
For all your deaf egos, 
Let me finish a **** sentence,

Righteous arrows fly untrue,
With barbed lips and poison tips,
A wicked way to gather for mass,
******,

Blank faces in the midst of beautiful sounds, 
A thousand unread emails, eyeballs glued to the screen,
A pirouette daze, ghosting on fleck,
Giving it that bespoke hipster cred,

Entangled, encrypted, salty speech,
I cry to my social feed, a more vapid abyss,
A mirror profoundly remiss in its connection to this,
I'm hearing only myself tearing through a mist,

No heart, no conscience,
Just rage feeding, hashtags and memory lags,
An afterimage mangled by algorithms.
A fractured life sold in parts,