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this much i know:
scar tissue protects us from pain.
it protects us from pleasure too.
for who would want to love
when loving someone can be so painful?
when falling from the peak of pleasure
can feel more painful
than never having it to begin with.
i know you've held the whole world
in your hands.
and i know you've been burned
by its core.
i know you've been scarred
but i know you haven't lost all sensation.
and i know you see my open hands
offering you a new world.
and yes, i know...
you don't believe what i'm saying.
but you will.
you will.
no matter how deep
your heart is buried,
my love will be the shovel.
1
the old man watches
his wife fill cups of coffee;
he finds the sugar.

2
raining and raining --
summer's reward: the rainbow.
what is for breakfast?

3
with winter in bloom,
warmth and flowers are alive,
and graves are still green.

4
the royal palace --
a sign of displaced culture.
oh, the majesty.

5
As sun and sea meet,
faces brighten in the dark
as alcohol flows.

6
birds of paradise
hiding the boy's pet rabbit.
such a mellow child.

7
i find the bracelets,
but they are for another,
as aged hands cut fruit.

8
golden fireworks;
a true midsummer night's dream
made for young lovers.

9
holding hands, watching
purple twilight and green sea;
a brilliant union.

10
so close to japan,
but this place is not made for
the cherry blossoms.

11
enjoying french toast
as i think of the friendly
australian woman.

12
i'm an old young man,
both naïve and hardened like
fried green tomatoes.

13
the haiku devolved
within the english language --
more words, less meaning.

14
the one thing i've learned:
hope to be kissed by the sun,
hope not to get burned.
if you were at the bottom of the ocean,
i would die before i reached you.
but i would reach you.
and my last breath would be for you.
i once learned that respiration
is the process of inspiration
and expiration.
if you were at the bottom of the ocean,
i would die before i reached you.
but i would reach you.
and i would still be breathing.
it's ridiculous that we say "bless you" when you sneeze and not when you cough.  i'm pretty sure coughing is a sign of a much more grave illness.  when is the last time someone died from sneezing?  (june 24th, 2006 -- anthony dean rice)  it's ridiculous that dock ellis pitched his one and only career no-hitter while under the influence of LSD.  i wonder how often he dosed before games.  it's ridiculous that being hit by my father has turned me into more of a pacifist than i ever thought possible.  it's ridiculous how much someone can love a man that made him or her feel more physical pain than anyone ever has.  it's ridiculous that being family allows you this nearly unconditional love.  it's ridiculous that my goal has been to love everyone unconditionally.  it's ridiculous how hard this truly is.  it's ridiculous that people cite the holy bible as evidence for why homosexuality is "unnatural" and yet fail to recall that eating shellfish is an abomination.  it's ridiculous that anyone can be against the marriage of two loving people of the same gender while having no problem with laws that allow marriage between a convicted child molester and a person who cheated on his or her first three spouses.  it's ridiculous that i even have to point that out.  it's ridiculous that michael phelps lost more endorsements after being photographed smoking marijuana than he did after pleading guilty to driving while impaired.  it's ridiculous that driving drunk, hopping a curb, and hitting a mother walking home can earn you 20 years in prison while driving drunk, hopping a curb, and hitting a mailbox will only earn you 2 days in jail, 3 years probation, and a fine.  the only difference is one person had better luck -- both were still driving while intoxicated.  it's ridiculous that i was born into such a loving family.  why do i deserve such favorable moral luck?  it's ridiculous that people don't seem to understand that borders on a map are just lines...not  lines indicating some moral difference; not lines indicating you are worth more than the person in the country across the globe; not lines indicating that we matter and they don't...they're just lines.  it's ridiculous that i walk around with my eyes closed for no apparent reason.  it's ridiculous that i fell and got a concussion while trying to jump over a sign.  it's ridiculous that this hasn't stopped me from continuing to jump over almost anything in my path.  it's ridiculous that i was so confused after hitting my head that i cried and had to sit still and wait for my friends to find me because i didn't know what day it was or where i was.  it's ridiculous that the last time i cried out of confusion was when i was four and the elevator doors closed before my mom realized that i hadn't followed her out of the elevator.  it's ridiculous that i can fall in love with your smell...even when you haven't showered for a few days.  it's ridiculous that i feel a strange sensation in my right hand when i am exposed to a beauty i know i can't have.  it's ridiculous that i feel that when i am around you.  it's ridiculous that you are so beautiful it makes my heart feel like it just might explode.  it's ridiculous that i have no doubt that giving you everything would be the best decision i ever made.  it's an easy gamble to make because i know you would give me more than i ever started with.  it's ridiculous that you move my heart more than anyone ever has.  it's ridiculous that you become infused into every aspect of my life.  it's ridiculous that this began as a letter to anyone and turned into a letter to only one.  it's ridiculous that some people reading this still think i am listing things worthy of ridicule.  perhaps these things are all still absurd...but i have stopped laughing.  it's ridiculous that even with a broken heart, i will never stop loving people.  it's ridiculous that anyone would even think i could.
they covered you up with six feet of dirt,
but nothing i know will undo this hurt.
my tears flow -- an uncontrollable sluice --
as i am gripped by grief that won't let loose.

i have no need for time, no need for space,
no need for movement, and no need for pace;
i have no need for needs, no need for wants;
a life without you is a life that haunts.

the sun has been dismantled, and for good,
for only darkness stands where light once stood.
the stars have been put out, the moonlight too;
my world has no light, for my light was you.

but darkness becomes the thief of all thieves --
stealing red from roses and green from leaves;
taking blue from oceans, and blue from skies;
leaving only broken hearts and blind eyes.
i sometimes wonder what a just punishment for suicide would be.
some might believe it's hell but that seems too cruel.
some might believe it's heaven but that seems too kind.
i have no belief on the matter but still i wonder.
and although i am no arbiter on the issue,
i have decided on what that punishment should be.
when people take their own life,
they should wake up to a world that remains unchanged.
a world with all of their problems,
and all of their pain;
a world where they are forced to continue living.
hell would be too expected,
heaven would be too rewarding.
but wouldn't it be both cruel and kind to give them another chance?
they may not want it,
but they would learn from it.
and that should be the goal of any punishment.

*deep down, that will be what i hope for when i jump.
5:38 P.M.  december 20, 1979.  san antonio, texas.*

hey mom, how is everything back at home?
life here isn't bad so please don't cry.
the sun is setting, and it's strange
to watch the day fade away
but it's beautiful too.
please don't cry.
time's up.

bye.
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