This is for all the crazy people thinking that they were made to rule
Walking around with ray ban glasses wearing Armani cause  it’s cool
Believing that they are so much better even when they act like a tool
Don’t give in to the status symbols that people keep making
You think that this is what you’re made to achieve but your mistaken
This is for all you lazy people slumming around and wasting your day
Life isn’t something that you get to do over and over again
There’s always someone out there who could use a friend
And don’t forget there’s a million ways to be a better person
Then standing around debating shuffling lies and cursing
Don’t you know life isn’t a stage for rehearsing
If you’re not trying to make it better than your just watching it worsen
I know you think that it’s so hard to make any improvement
But all it starts out with is a little social movement
This for all the silly dreamers dreaming of a beautiful world
Refusing to just sit back  take it while violence and hate unfurls
Don’t give up when they try to tell you that you’re stupid
You got so many arrows of change so be the heart of cupid
And shine your light of love all over the place

The wind and snow rushes violently against my window pane
It sounds like a new kind of melody so I play it over again in my brain
As the cold from outside slowly creeps into my bedroom
It kind of feels like a frigid and frosty tomb
My feet begin to go numb as the warmth is drawn from
My beating heart and is expelled outward to my skin and beyond
It seems to dissipate into the dry air in my apartment
So I am trapped in this solitary snow confinement
Natures has denied me her grace and cool love
Even my mind is slowly consumed by the lethargy of
The inability to escape my frozen grav

Just so we are all clear. We all have a vested interest in equality and fairness. What harms a strangers can and is harmful to us. Our social interest are intertwined. So I would advise us all to engage in acts of kindness on a daily basis.

No night dark,
Nor winter cold
To hide the shame of my heart,
Nor numb the fibres of its pulse

But, an aching rhythm
Tearing down,
the walls of the mind

The death of a boy
In a shell of man
Riding, along,
The broken rails of a hysteria

I hope I’ll think back to those days unchecked:
When we didn’t stray too far from our den
In the Latin Eden, we were ship-wrecked,
In love, or in something unnamed, unpenned
When the cold winds were the perfect excuse
To touch each other, besotted, bemused -
As if we were the first. Lost in your blues
Or grey stares, one with the red duvet, fused.

I hope when spring comes we’ll still be frozen,
Together, despite the thaw. The garden
Overgrows with ****-like worries, swollen
And over-ripe. But I am stranded in
Too deep to feel the pull of dreams of spring.

I would melt for one more chance to be with him.

Expose its flesh, eyes closed and
have at it, whole-mouthed.
Eagerly, without abandon,
I **** down to the pit of life.
Juices run down from chin to neck
in perfect rhythmic queues.
A sign, I think, that I’m doing it right.
When it’s all over, and
I’m breathless and sticky sweet,
I tongue at the strings between my teeth.
With nothing left to taste,
I finger this leftover seed
and lay it to dream
in a black bed of rich possibility.

Alone it sits there,

intensely brooding
on how this evening
would turn out to be;
an elegant, gleaming
thirsting, ****** wine glass
without a drop of wine.