Oh to feel your touch
To feel the heat

And to not need these words

To look into those eyes
And be understood.

Isn't that what we all want?

In the meantime, though,
She has you,
But I have bad poetry,
Sad music,
Worn out books,
And burnt cookies.

Still, you do the math -
And I still have more.

They hate and
Well, what else can I say?

They hate
Ignorant
Fear

Well, we can't change.

They hate.
They take away our rights.

Well, we keep going.

Because they hate
Because we love

Because we fight for that.

She's pretty she's charming
She's better.

And that's okay.
Because I still have you,
Music and books
And all those love stories.
I have my dreams.

And she has you.
And that's okay.

Living off your passion
Waking up hungry
Sleeping less, exhausted
Working for your family

They leave and
You say hello to that old friend
That creeps and stabs
No blame no pity just reckoning
That loneliness - Oh!
Too much pressure
Building up, suffocating,
The blood lets it out.
Crying
Drugs, money, pain,
Drowning

So send them your reveries

And so they climb and swim
And there they reach the top

Don't look down at me
Don't look back at us.
We're the steps of the ladder you're standing on.

Nothing more.
But nothing less.

Seeking as one who
Loves when it's not right
Seeking as one who hopes
Still expecting disappointment

Must be nice to have things fall in place
And see the stars align

No more star-crossed lovers
For you - or me -
Looking at the sky wishing
Oh bad omen
Too little too late
Doesn't do justice to the misery

And now I stare in horror
At all that space.

How am I supposed to find
What I'm looking for
In all that emptiness?

I still expect and hope
And fall every day

Then pick myself up
Just to see the day
Where I won't be able to

Where I'll need a helping hand
And I'll look up at that smile
And well,
Let's stop there.

Charting the future
Makes it no future at all
But an echo of the past.

And I have had enough of my past.

So let's move on.

Fight
INFLAMED AND RUSHED AND WHIRLED
In a torrent of change and ideas burning through all the paper
Burning books
Burning lines
Burning people

All the pain for all the good
As if nothing can matter
But that -
That if the kids no longer run
And the babies no longer wail - fear of being discovered
And are drugged and subdued
Like the minds of the rest -
Cruel cruel terror -
- Crippling knowledge -
The goal is lost
And the fight ends before it begins.

There is no defeat
As there is no victory

For the light is gone
And the point is blurred
As the ink splotches
And the pages, stained forever,
Sporting a dripping shame
The leaves of history shall therefore remain
Spotted and rotted
Festering and aching.

No cauterizing burn
Is deserved here.

I forgive.
I love you the way I love me.
You are me and I am you

You killed me
But I forgive
Because of love
Because you are you
Because no matter what you do to me
Being away from you
Is infintely worse
Than every torture you can think to inflict on my
Broken bleeding heart.

Leaving you
Would not maim me. It would not crush me.
It would be as if I never existed
Oblivion no end for there was no beginning.

But you killed you.
And love your murderer?
Never.