Visions of the masses leaving trails-
Circles around me, a vortex-
Leaves swirl and fall-
A chill in the air, cooling your black wings-
Priming your body to pick at me, a prey.
Your beak opens, revealing a relapse hair trigger
Firing bullets of fear-Piercing my soul, I lay down.

I can see the cumulus clouding the skies from here-
And then I see your face looming over mine like a twisted doctor
Laughing as he tells you to count back from ten-
Before he opens me up and picks at my brain.

Changing, manipulating, losing all senses before I get to feel
The relief of the rain that drives the desert heat of you away.

When did love become so violent?
When did people start to hold hands in fists?
When did amorous letters turn into 140 character snips?

Reactions were real; we stumbled through hoops together head over heels
And now we stumble through scrolls with eyes-
Irises as white as the background that bleeds into bloodshot sclera-
There is no vitreous humor here...we're melting.

When did Cupid start carrying a gun?
When did value turn face towards deprecation?
When did the olive branch come from a broken tree?
When did words become weapons of divinity?

The storm we hold is long and wide-
And the power of letting it go extends the hand of life;
Vulnerable, we most definitely are as the thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes - no place to hide...

When did you swing towards my lip to make it rain even more-
When that same lip could have been a cloud on your forehead
To clear the sky?

When did love become so violent?

30 Mar 18

I always bet my joy on tomorrow
Sold myself on dreams that I will follow
Days and nights come and go
Starting high and ending low

Setting goals that I didn't know
All the tools with nothing to show
Passing fails and failed passes
I saw myself through rose colored glasses

Sat and wasted as the world kept turning
Everyone around me were bodies burning
I was weak and I didn't know
How to sew the seeds and let myself grow

I learned through pain to shed my sorrow
To look in the mirror and your eyes are hollow
You have a choice within that moment;
Light a spark, or let the darkness hold it

Choose the gift that keeps on giving
The one that changes day to day living
To be humble and not be broken
Lift up for tomorrow hoping

You wake up and keep recieving
The spirits fill and has all believing
That I'm not leaving;
I'm not giving in.