Mein Kampf

‘Der Führer’
Heaves mothers’ children into the fires of hell, like sacks of flour
Throughout travels between devastating concentration camp
Day after day,

Hour upon hour,
Minute by minute.
All of this, to rid the population of ‘imperfect beings’….One of which
He is included.
Breaking backs, bones, and spirits
With each familial separation, stinging like a whip.
Incinerating carcass after carcass, to harvest golden teeth
And demolish the bodies of God’s children.

I don’t understand….
What is this for?
For not meeting the disgusting standards
Of a **** wolf.
I will never understand.
Das ist mein kampf.
(3-16-12)

TRASH the picket signs.
END the fighting.
TREAT humans equally.
LET the people work.
PUT down the hoses.
SHARE the sink.
INTEGRATE the schools.
ACCEPT the facts.
BLEND black and white—
CREATE a world of equal gray tones.

Pencil in hand,
I am ready.
Why don’t words move my hand?
Blank sheet after blank sheet
Invites me to cover them with my scrawling handwriting.
Waiting, waiting….still waiting.
Words finally come
And erupt
In a blur of ink.
The black notebook became my best friend.
I took it everywhere.
The paper and pen became my cape and crown,
Making me
Ruler and hero.

I fear the man who cannot feel compassion and love.
I hate when I cannot keep myself from being angry.
I hope to God I can live my life happily, and forgive easily.
I love when the snow glitters and the waves sparkle in the sunlight.
I love how colors of paint swirl together when I touch them with a paintbrush.
     I hope for the sake of humanity that we can all learn to benefit from each other.
I hate watching sad movies and hearing depressing stories.
I fear happiness will evade me; I need to stop looking for it
And let it find me.

I never fell down some rabbit-hole;
Maybe I was born in one.
Always ‘different’ than the others
Only different because
I’m naturally beautiful
I don’t need three pounds of makeup to cover my face.
Only different because
I’m much brighter than what is average for them.
Only different because
I don’t battle for attention or popularity.
I’m different because
I care about the things
Most people take for granted.

Everyone worries about
What the others think
When I could really care less.
We share this world,
But that doesn’t mean I automatically have to play
By their rules.
I’d rather be different,
I call it unique.
I’d rather look at the patterns on leaves
Than ogle at a video game or phone screen all day.
I’d rather be myself
Than pretend to blend in;
I only have so much time on this planet,
In this lifetime.

Yet, I’m still similar.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing.

Clearer than a crystal, calmer than it seems
A shimmering oasis
Of cobalt blue
And emerald green
Gazing out across the sea
The breeze carries the smell of salt
And fish
There are boats on the horizon
Gardens of coral below me.
I see the waves crashing in the bay;
Alone, alone, I am alone.
The sand is blowing away.
Crashing of breaking waves fade fast
As I realize where I am
No longer on a sailboat's mast
But holding an abandoned shell
To my ear
And dreaming of the sea.

March 19, 2012