The bigot who knows only his bedding
and parades around preaching its threading
the world is not right he ponders so fiercely
he feels it's his duty to make them see clearly

slander so foul
tongue sharp and cruel
hate is a fire
his words are its fuel

you can't listen
it hurts!
you have to defend them
you want to yell back

you just want to end him

but what would come of it?
what would you do?
you try to change him
you're a bigot too.

if i focus on numbers the passion it fades. focus on lines and the colors turn gray. how do i balance? i want back my vision! the surge of creative that grants me my wisdom. if i focus on dates, on filling a schedule: i don't smell the flowers or notice their yellow. i don't cry so easy, my shell becomes tougher. i react much quicker, i act like my mother. i think green. i think thin. i clench my fists YOU CAN'T COME IN. i don't want to feel. why do i choose artificial//real?

holiday cheer a hallmark fantasy
warm and fuzzy
distant, imaginary
a daytime dream, a sleepy scene
one I’ll never know

But the thought of you
as though a fire crack
lifts the weight from my limbs
I float on your fumes
feel soothed by your moves
living my hallmark fantasy

Why, love?
must distract tasks and chores
my lonely focus jolted me forward
your calming charm now blurs my path
what once was clear, my vision bright
now replaced by your mere sight

If thoughts could form, free from your scent
I would see the time and love loss spent
but so long as your taste lay on my tongue
I will forever choose you as the one

I give you my youth
I give up my dream
Why, love?

If, I were to find you
a different place
a different time
I, would still be certain
that your hand belongs in mine.

Though if I found myself
and could speak
of winds to come,
I'd back away
to distant space
and never meet my love

for whichever current guides,
or whatever whisper's heard,
it brought me near
far from fear
straight to your backyard

I once was poor
not knowing love
drunk on living free
your eyes found mine
our souls entwined:
I now know how to be.

What are these nerves?
         Just how do they arise?
Where do they grow such hunger
     to eat at my insides?
Maybe the seed of guilt plants them in my feet
I water them with shaky tears, precisely what they need.
Some days they're good at hiding
I forget they're even there
I notice sweet scent flowers
and the taste of thick, crisp air
I'll bask in bliss and glory
join the tides for a quick swim
it's then they'll spring control again
            repent me for my sin

i stay hungry
so knowledge will feed me
but you stay full
on the tainted process
of contaminated lies
what they feed you in these pages
a rodent wouldn't touch
but you digest it happily
for it smoothes your troubled lines
and everyone knows

lines leave wrinkles