large hearts swell, with brown
eyes full of love; two sets fought,
leave earth far too soon.

~ ~ ~
sunday night, in fruitland township, michigan, two pit bulls were found lying dead on the side of the road near an elementary school. a man by the name of joe weaver found the dogs and covered their bodies so that children wouldn’t see them on their way to school. the link leads to his facebook page — which is open to the public — where he has been keeping everyone up to date about the dogs. when he found them last night, there were no footprints in the snow, suggesting that the dogs were most likely thrown out of a car and left to die, if they weren’t dead already. we believe the dogs may have been used to fight, and they were underfed.

my mother contacted mlive, WZZM 13 (the grand rapids affiliate of ABC news), pound buddies, and woodTV 8. two of her friends who don’t even live in michigan contacted muskegon police, giving anonymous info about the incident. over the course of the night and early this morning, this story has popped up on WZZM13, and has been mentioned on local animal rescue facebook pages. a news caster even posted on a facebook page that this case is currently undergoing investigation.

i want this to get spread around in hopes that whoever did this can be caught, and we can get some justice for these poor babies. no animal deserves this treatment. today, after joe weaver found them he decided to name them “moody” and “george”, after the military base he served at. he is hoping to get the bodies back after autopsy, so he can give them a respectful burial.

please, please, if you can, reblog this and spread it around. even if you don’t live in west michigan, or michigan at all, please get the word out so we can find whoever is responsible. if social media is good for anything, despite all its toxicity, it’s stuff like this.

(you can reblog the post here: http://blackcr0wking.tumblr.com/post/77718225228/if-everyone-could-please-spread-this-around-i )

(i'm going a little overboard with these)

here is THE BIG PICTURE, of the LAST LIVING SOULS
WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW, we are ALL STRIPPED DOWN.
and oh, BLESS HIS EVER LOVING HEART,
"THE OCEAN DOESN'T WANT ME,"
as he's trying to drown in THE WEEPING SONG;
a DRUNKEN SAILOR in the HOUSE WHERE NOBODY LIVES.

my face is flushed WINE RED
as we remain here like AGED DOLLS
wanting nothing more than to TAKE TO THE SKY,
but STABILITY is what we need now.
I'LL SHOOT THE MOON if it could grant me some peace,
i'm thinking, "I MUST BELONG SOMEWHERE."

a POETIC TRAGEDY,
A ****** OF ONE.
KISS ME, BEFORE DEPARTURE.
WHAT CAN I GIVE YOU?
you're singing AN ODE TO NO ONE.
IT HURTS.

GOD IS IN THE HOUSE, making his HOLLOW SOUNDS;
and i can hear you CALL OUT on NEW YEAR'S EVE.
and THE SKY LIT UP over GREEN GRASS and 1000 OCEANS.

you are VENUS AS A BOY, FACE TO THE HIGHWAY.
NOVEMBER HAS COME, and IN BETWEEN DAYS,
YOU ARE ALL I HAVE. WE CAME ALONG THIS ROAD:
GOLD MINE GUTTED, THE DARKER DAYS OF ME AND HIM.

O DEATH,
IF ONLY TONIGHT WE COULD SLEEP.
WE ARE FREE MEN, EXILES AMONG YOU,
you who believe in MORE THAN THIS.
but HOW CAN YOU BE SURE?

HALLELUJAH,
to these HALCYON DAYS,
where we find peace.
GOD, SHOW YOUR FACE--
RESONANCE on the COLD WATER.
I KNOW YOU KNOW
that we are singing to your TRAVEL HYMN.
ONE OF US CANNOT BE WRONG.

you see, IT'S ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE,
about THE RIGHTEOUS & THE WICKED,
THE UNDIVIDED SELF.

ARE YOU THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR?
here, WHERE TWO BODIES LIE,  I COULD STAY HERE FOREVER.
on THE LAST DAY WE EVER CLOSE OUR EYES,
the HARBOUR LIGHTS will be in GRAYSCALE.

MY MISTAKE, I BELIEVE IN SYMPATHY.
sing me A LULLABY FOR THE LONELY,
and we'll HEAD FOR THE COUNTRY.

you set off these LITTLE EARTHQUAKES in me.
you're in the PASSENGER SEAT, telling me to
HOLD ON TIGHTLY, LET GO LIGHTLY.
POLARIS can't guide us anymore.

i am the BLACK CROW KING, you are OFF THE MAP.
GRIEF CAME RIDING through our souls, darling,
WHAT DO YOU GO HOME TO? GET OUT.
there's BLOOD ON  THE LEAVES,
FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEEP GREEN SEA.

WITH YOUR GREATEST FEARS REALIZED, YOU WILL NEVER BE COMFORTED.

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING GRAVE?
THE EARTH DIED SCREAMING.

i went to my doctor this week.

"i feel
disconnected
from everything. like i am living
in a dream--
i am numb,
and i am scared.
i'm on autopilot all the time."

she asked me questions
about my dark thoughts,
my sicknesses;
acid boiling in my stomach,
crippling hammer-and-nails-to-the-temple headaches,
sweating even in winter's bitter chill,
my inability to sleep without fear.

i'm rubbing the tops of my hands and it hurts.
it feels like rug-burn.
my hands are turning red, raw.
i will be picking the scabs for days.

"do you think about hurting yourself?"

"no, i would never do anything," i lie, as i am currently hurting myself.
she doesn't notice.

"do you ever think, when you go to bed, about not waking up the next day?"

"yes."
it caught me off guard,
i couldn't lie to that.
i am shaking.
i am rubbing the tops of my hands.
i am repeating phrases in my head.
i am shaking.
i am rubbing the tops of my hands.
i am scared.
i am scared.
i am scared.

i am on autopilot.
i can't turn myself off.
i am scared.
i am rubbing the tops of my hands.
they are raw.
they are raw.
i am thinking about the scabs.
i am on autopilot.
i can't turn myself off.
turn me off.
turn me off.
turn me off.

i am shaking.

i cannot feel
your hand around my waist
as you sleep next to me beneath the sheets.

the sirens wailing
past your house this winter night
sound so far away.

i just escaped to the bathroom--
vomiting blood and what little food i ate.
the acid burns.

i'm crying in your bed.
you pull me closer, i feel safe--
but i am still so scared.

you, with the strength you don't know
that you possess,
could teach me so much
that i could never learn.

oh, sweet gravity--
it pulls you right back to me;
my binary star.