A nuclear reaction to a knee **** assault
as stupid believes stupid
and now a pig dressed as an elephant
pretending to be a man
ru(i)ns the state of things
and I know a puppet is just a puppet
but the new prescription of immoral narcissism
is asking us to take a double douse
and swallow it with the water
they have poisoned by letting the aristoCrATS
**** and **** in the stream
as they make more false promises
of what it is they will let trickle down
to **** our children’s ills
and then insist they have to die
in the never ending war of wars
to protect the lie they call freedom
and isn’t it just the best to be the best
at being the best even when we aren’t
but lets not the facts be the facts
and look to an alternative truth
to cover up the stockpile of lies
we need to keep the money
in the hands that have too much
but have nothing to give back
because the way it is is the way it is
and that is never going to change
when a million voices are drowned out
by the billion lifeless faces
printed on the currency of greed
and the clock is tick tick tock’ing
as the bomb is about to blow
and we might be at the bottom
but things are still heading for an all time low
as humanity is barely human
and there is so little kindness left
to what we refer to as mankind
and what have we left to give
as we try to stand our ground
with broken backs and worn out fingers
as they strip and strip our flesh and rights away
and winter has just took its first breath
but with just the push of a button
winter could buckle down
and stay for years and dead generations to never come
and hope will have to bloom
after we have gone a step too far
on a day too late
and we will have to stand
six feet underground while lying in our graves

What is this broken thing inside our chest
this thing we once called love
what weary hand did try to stitch
what eye did try see
what was beautiful

  inside of you
   inside of me

what is this thing that feels like death
that once felt like a dream
the stars that danced
inside the colors of your eyes
the blood and lust
that feed and devoured me
that storm and sea
that bridged the emptiness
between you and me

what is it that we lost
that we both once held so dear
did something die inside of me
and then in turn die inside of you
what is that we lost
that broke the love along the way
to dreams forever and now never true

and if the love was broken
then why does this broken thing
inside my chest
still love and dream of you

Broken but still beautiful
This heart of mine
That still loves you

Free your bones from your flesh
and find what you are looking for
is looking back at you
for in what pool is your reflection
nothing more than dream and mist
and if you aren’t what you dream
then what are dreams to you
what made up thing
does your heart beat for
what lives in your every breath

      inhale

           exhale

just a small piece of eternity
except for when we dream
we can last forever
if only in a stream
of consciousness unknown
two koi fish in a bowl
swimming around the sun
no man made by god
and no gods made by man
only the womb of things to come
waiting to spill forth and flourish
in fields of forest dreams
and mountains to hold the sky
and oceans of salt and stars and seas

if only in a dream
to break the silence and the solitude
of the nothing of before
before our bones hid beneath our flesh
before our soul took home in our bones
before we were anything
but a dream lost somewhere
in the heart beat of some made up thing
trapped in bones buried beneath flesh
unable to breath or dream

Let us live as we are the letters dancing
around inside our hearts that turns our blood
into the painful art of poetry

Let us inhale and exhale and take in
and breath out all the love
that is always there in the air
and with full lungs let us shout out
into the infinite silence


and

       emptiness                                    

                                         of

                         space


and dance in the echo that bounces back to us

Let us hear the music in the silence
of the stars above us
and let our feet find heaven
in the earth we walk upon
for we need not die before we enjoy
the rewards of a life well lived
for a life well lived is a reward onto itself
let us be kind and generous
    
              with the time
        
                                     our hands carry

              and the love

our hearts

            
          have to give


                   for tomorrow is not guaranteed


            and today carries the gift

and burden
      
       and beauty
        
    of possibly being our last

Let us forgive ourselves
for the wrongs we have done
and those that have wronged us
carry nothing from today
into tomorrow
   that will way us down
we will fail and we will fail again
but let us not stop
  getting up
    again
      and
       again

We have already won
the most important race of our lives
back when we found a home
in our mothers belly long ago
and life is no different
   or more cruel
      or less beautiful
as it was as we learned to crawl
  and then to walk
    and then to run
      and jump
        and dance
and as we fell back then
we instinctively got back up
  and tried
    and tried
      again

Let us not forget how beautiful
a journey we have already been on

Let us be grateful for all the tomorrows
and pages of the stories
we may still have to live and write yet
let us not fear death but find it adds value
to every extra day we wake up
   every new breath we take
     every smile we see
       and every smile we give back

be kind to strangers

let us not let the milk of human kindness
  spoil and go to waste
let us help those in need as our responsibility
and let no opportunity in doing so go to waste
   we are all
     of the same earth
       the same bones
        the same flesh
         the same blood
          the same heart
          
Let the only place we find hate in our vocabulary
be in the innocence of our children’s words
when expressing they do not like their green beans
or aunts fruit cake
let us learn as much from our children
as we fumble through teaching them

   how horribly beautiful
      and terrifying life can be

Let us remember magic is only as real
  
     as we make it

and can only survive

    by us believing in it

and this is a far more important and valuable lesson
than anything money can buy
and the most treasured and sacred magic of all

is made from love

let us never forget this
let our children never forget this
and let their children’s children
always protect this as long
as we may live here on this earth
and in whatever may wait for us
as our bodies return to dust and ash

Let us find the wisdom to know that true beauty
is nothing we could ever see with our eyes
and let us have the wisdom to be blinded
by the colors of love in the things we cannot see
and in finding these things to be true
may we walk forward from this day forth
and know that beauty is the thing we feel
in the letters dancing in our hearts
that turns our blood
into the painful art of poetry

Dear friend,

maybe you know me   maybe you know me well   maybe you only know my face but not my name   maybe you only know rumors of me    maybe we passed through the same door but at different times    maybe you were sitting here where I am now in some other life in some other building    maybe we shared a beer and a shot and a tale or two    maybe I broke down in tears as you sat awkwardly in front of me at some dinner at 3:17 in the morning the last time my heart fell apart at the seams    maybe you told me a joke that caught me off guard and I snorted before a deep belly laugh    maybe you trusted me enough to tell me your dreams afraid I would think them absurd    maybe you trusted me enough to read your children bedtime stories    maybe you’re the girl that made me write my first love poem   maybe it was horrible    maybe it wasn’t    maybe you’re the last person I said I love you to that believed me    maybe you’re someone I wanted to talk to but lost my voice when the opportunity presented itself    maybe we talked but I never said what I should have    maybe I said too much   I’m always quite except when I don’t know when to shut up    maybe we haven’t meet yet    maybe we won’t     maybe we will in and wherever comes next    maybe you where a leaf and I was a tree    maybe you where the spider and I was the fly     maybe I was a **** and you were a child’s first wish     maybe you were the star and I was the last lullaby to leave a dying mans lips     maybe we will never know more than we know right now     maybe it’s all one great last goodbye   one moment of eternity twirling in the eyes of a child in the mind of a god taking its last breath    maybe we never where    maybe we never will be    

but friend,

no matter what it may or may not be    know this    I love you    as you are    whole or broken    miserable or content    kind or cruel    perfectly flawed or flawed with perfections    have no doubt all you need to be beautiful is the song in the beat of your heart    we are connected    by legends and myths    fairy songs and pirate maps    secrets untold and memories forgotten    laughter unheard and tears not shed     lives lived through the blood and pulse of an unending spool of thread found in the bottomless pool of the eternal heart of love

and friend,

take care    be kind   live well   dream always   love infinitely

We sculpt clay into the things
we cannot force our bodies into
we string the alphabet
into stories we are afraid to live
we paint with colors we cannot see
and we ignore the music
inside the beat of our hearts

as we forget what it means to live
we muse on what was
once beautiful about being alive
and forget our thoughts
as we stare emptily to the sky

and the night swallows the day
and the day murders the night
and prayers become graveyards
for dead gods
and our beds become coffins
for dreams

round and round the clay
of the earth spins
and slips through our fingers
as time is something we waste
and our reflection
is a ghost of once was
and what could be

if we could only remember
who we were before
we became prisoners inside
our own minds and found shame
in the shape of our flesh

before we needed the alphabet
to speak of love
and metaphors to hide behind
and fairy tales to mend our wounds

back when the music
inside the beat of our hearts
was all we needed
to know that we were beautiful