I am drinking Bourbon Street blues thinking in jazzy riffs of a syncopated you swaying to those snappy beats head held high eyes lit with fire pulling me into your dancing arms and all I can do is sigh.
Your reflection is in the water Stir the water and it gets distorted The ripples carrying away your image Leaving you defaced for a moment As if a part of you is washed away Cleansing you of your previous self Giving you a new lease of life*
It is utterly preposterous that so many beautiful people can believe they aren't lovely that they can wonder if anyone has ever loved them that they can look at themselves and see hopeless, ****, worthless because I have loved enough beautiful people who didn't know they are beautiful to let you know that chances are, if you don't realize your loveliness, you are beyond heavenly- the only reason no one has told you is because they were scared you wouldn't love them back. I have loved enough beautiful people to trace the trend and absorb the sheer irony of it that all the astronomically lovely men and women doubt that it even exists. I breathe, dream, and have cried over you, O chariot of the gods, you vessel of angels, I have woken to your sight imprinted on my eyelids, I have woven your every word into my poetry. It is utterly preposterous that so many beautiful people don't see their own beauty while I live for the sight of it.
I crave it, the smell of raw earth that is fertile and pregnant with anxiety newborn vulnerability mixed with a ****** innocence desire, pure and unfiltered in its most childish and embarassing form the smell of raw earth is what I live for when the grass has been torn up and all that is there is possibility roots snaking and enticing through fresh ground, the birthing-place of all things alien familiar only to other aliens I am new and I can smell the newness here as I fill my lungs with that which has been written and found filled written and done, dirt is the ankles of the world the calves, thighs, and what's between them forever moving and shifting restlessly, frustrated, rising and falling beneath the soft fur of grass, hoping for the grace and gifts of the gentle soft baby leaves and sprouts to come upon the raw earth and take it to its highest love.
for love cannot be defined the feeling cannot be described as love, is a force of nature it can be invited, but not dictated we sometimes push that feeling away, but it remains that strong incoherent 6th sense that we long to feel you cannot make somebody love you nor can you prevent it inherently compassionate and empathetic it confuses many. is love real? or is it just a fragment of hope left in humanity? **maybe we'll never know
My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a needle Just so the screaming can stop in her mind, These bottles are rattling in the living room You see they have put shackles on her heart, She can't love anymore Without having ***** in her water bottle.
Where is she hiding her beer? I feel like my mother is giving me a scavenger hunt From the shards of glass that were left on the baseball fields My mother used to take me to.
You know she always wasn't like this She was strong minded and had a big heart Tonight I will tell you the story of a woman Who lost her soul to the Keystones to the Miller Lites To the ****** Mary’s. Let's rewind time See ******* the soul in ten years
10- I look into my mother's eyes and I start to cry Because I'm looking at a woman who I don't know anymore
9- I refused to bail her out of jail again Because I'm afraid her kidney will fail if she drinks again
8- My mother staggered into the theater and disrupted the whole play, My cast mates turned to me and asked, isn't that your mother?
7- I had to hold my mothers hand Because she was throwing up the cocktail of drugs and alcohol
6- Daddy had to get mom out of jail she was drinking again
5- My mother throws the bottle across the room And told me the reason why she drinks is because I'm Autistic
4- My mother overslept for my piano recital, I didn't think it was a big deal But I remember she spent the whole night crying With a wine glass in her hand.
3- Mommy I didn't know your prescription came in a needle
2- Mommy the prescription say 2 pills a day why are you taking 6?
1- My mother went to the doctor Found out that she has Rheumatoid Arthritis I don't know what that means, But I know she will still be strong right?
0- She took me to a Dodger game for my birthday. I remember Sammy Sosa hitting a home run that game She told me that the only person that can **** your soul is yourself