Moths are swatted
butterflies kissed
Pollution in fog
but beauty in mist
Shades of skin
the lighter adored
Loveliest lauded
the average ignored
Wilting flowers
tossed and snubbed
Only the beautiful
are cherished and
loved

what might be louder than words
spoken together in dark
what song might be more
melodic than love
what bloom on any flower
what spacious resounding
cry is more meaningful
for unlike roses
ours is a wandering toll
though we may
think our roots are bound
our destinies rooted
when our needs
are met
on freedom

say just **** myself, go off
rant
needing one thing and getting
scant
attention for it all does come
around
in the end of it all boom
boomerang
the bad does
never it seems the good
I gave , and I am awaiting
for the time
like the saying says
when all good deeds
are returned

I liked the way his eyes felt looking at me trying to play pool.
He laughed when I got low to the ground, balanced the stick up on my shoulder.
He showed me how to hold the rod like a pencil; click clack the magic 8 ball across the billard frosted top. Disco Inferno seeped from the juke box in the corner.
I taught him how to play slap-rat, and silently relished every time his hand slapped on top of mine (I usually slapped fastest)
"I'm sorry my car is such a mess" he said. His car was spotless actually, the smell of vanilla oozed from the vents. We rallied questions back and forth between the console.
He didn't leave when he pulled into the driveway; neither did I. "I'm sorry to be keeping you, I can go". His hand slid to my knee "no, it's okay, really". It was okay. More than okay.

I would take a walk
Through lava flows and rapids raging
Take a look to the sky
And grab the furthest star I see
If the hand offends you
Cut it off
Cut away
I cut out

I am not afraid of death
I'm afraid of life
Like this

And modern battle fields
Next to my head the bullets singing
Concussive blow
My vision weak, my ears ringing
If the belief you hold
You live for it
You die for it
I am reborn

I am not afraid of death
I'm afraid of life
Like this

And I jump off the edge
Into the great unknown
I would close my eyes
And let my spirit lead me on
And I would gladly risk
No thought of a reward
I would close my eyes
And let my spirit guide me home

Formed in the furnace
of colliding matter,
from colorful dust we arose.
Our journey is timeless
and complex to the core.
Yet we bravely stand bold,
as we venture into the unknown.
Gifted with love and given
strength by connections.
Our Existence in itself,
a miracle to behold.